I stand now on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, contemplating. The clouds are thick- so thick, in fact, it seems as if one can simply walk across them. But I, I am at the Bridge's highest point, and the clouds are so far, so far.
But it matters not, for I know that this is what I have to do. I breathe in, I breathe out. If the Norns decree that today is my day to die, then so be it; I will not be able to escape it.
Of its own accord, one of my feet tentatively raises itself up, then off the bridge.
I teeter now on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, grim.
The other foot moves, and the world rushes, rushes, sucking, hurting-
I have been lied to. All this time, my life has been but a lie.
I, Loki, am not a god, but a mere mortal.
The clouds rush by, mocking.