I just realized that not only Loki had a really tragic life throughout the mcu, but in universe, there is nobody who knows his story.
Nobody will ever know he was betrayed and lied to, nobody will ever know he was tortured and controlled, nobody will ever know he faced his former handler and was killed by him.
Nobody will ever know how deeply he cared about people, how much he disliked fighting, how horrible were things Thanos put him through, how much he struggled with internalized racism and self-hatred.
Nobody will know that he loved astronomy and was good at technology. That he was brave and caring. That he never enjoyed hurting people.
That he was fighting Thanos from the start. That he saved his brother, and his friends, and his girlfriend. That he was trying his best, even if not always successfully.
People will always remember him as a power-hungry maniac who attacked NYC, "faked" his death and then had a sudden heart change and saved Asgard. But that's it. A crazy jealous little brother. A selfish brat. Never a real person who played an important role in delaying Infinity War and saving the world.
Loki never received a funeral. There wasn't a single person who truly knew who he was and what he actually did. And now he's dead, and the world couldn't care less. Most of them don't even know how he died and his body will never be found. And he, most likely, will be completely forgotten sooner or later.
But, maybe, it was for the better: he was stolen, abused, tortured, used when he was alive but he's free now. He loved astronomy and now he is somewhere in space among the stars, where nobody will ever find him, and there is no Odin, no Thanos, no Grandmaster. And when the world will forget about him completely, he will be free from the society that pushed him into falling.
The world never truly knew Loki or gave him any justice, but it doesn't matter anymore.
And all I can think about is....
...Goodbye, Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you.














