An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
History had not remembered him with kindness. So be it. Let them slander and mock his name. Basim no longer needed it anyway. He had a new name, a new chance to reunite his family. But the calculations would guide him to a past rigged with pain and longing, lest he repeat the cycle of his doom.
Loki. He wished his only crime had been his birth, or the cruelty born of boredom, but his crime was far greater. He loved too fiercely, too deeply. It was his fault, he had known better. Still, no one made him feel the way Aletheia had, uncovering his lies with her truths. The truth hurt. Its pain stung much deeper than any blade, and bruised more than even his greatest lies.
A parallel narrative alternating the modern day in which Basim bites back at fate, and Loki's Isu era, without the over-imposed mythological filters
