Loki
The heir to Jotunheim
A prince orphaned to war,
He grew up a brother to Thor
In the divine halls of Asgard.
The God of Mischief, he is called
True to his cunning and charm
He keeps daggers up his arm
You never know what scheme he is on.
He was not fond of Odin
But he deeply loved his mother
He learned his wily tricks from her,
Frigga raised him as her son.
But, in spite of his malevolent plots,
He did things we should reward
Like when he helped in saving Asgard
And he died by the hands
of the Titanian warlord.
22nd March 2023
Contest: Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Ligouri
Copyright © Akanksha Ayantika | Year Posted 2023
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