Loke stared at the empty glass in his hand. Why... Why was this always what he did? No wonder Athos, his own son... left. Running away and being banished, somehow better than..
Loke sighed, bitter and empty. The king of everything but his own castle, left to wallow in his misery and drink himself into oblivion.
"Just k!ll me already" he mumbled bitterly under his breath and let out a empty chuckle. Of course... maybe another day he can break this cycle, but confronting his issues is a beast...