After Madisyn left. Loki sat at his window and cried. He started to sing. "Mischief is all I know. It's hard to let it go, I wasn't meant to feel or know of marcherness. The promises I've made, were broken with no shame. My evil deeds were done in utter blindness. Heartless, no compassion. Every action done with no second thought. Monstrous, unforgiving. Only living for revenge, all for naught. But...her beauty had moved me. Her goodness improved me. Her beautiful soul, that's why I loved her. Her passion, her sweetness, I found my completeness.
Oh, how I did love her; she could have loved me too. If can't have her, then who? Long ago, I should have seen. All the things I could have been, careless, and unthinking, I took over. No pain could be deeper. No life could be cheaper. No point anymore. If she can't love me. No way would she ever share my life with pleasure. I know she cannot have a happy life with me. I could plainly see from how she looked at me. Let this be the end of me." Said Loki. As he cries a storm brews over his castle.