Loki sighed gently standing up slowly. he looked at the mask he held and then threw it out "the mask I have been wareing all the time to hide it doesn't count in my life" said slowly going to the building walking in slowly afraid slightly as people glared at him.
The god sat on the roof looking out his mask in his hands, he was tired of masking up himself, to be something he wasn't. he put his head on his knees and cries gently upset and lonely.