These were all questions Loki pondered as he stood staring out over Asgard from his balcony. Night was falling over the Eternal City, the Bifrost luminescent in the distance. Something was coming. It was so close that Loki could feel it, a slight tremor of magic over his being. Time had run out for him and now, he had a most difficult decision to make and he wasn't sure which way he would stray. It would be right to stand beside his brother, taking up arms against Hela and whatever hell she wrought.