"For you. For all of us."
Those were the last words uttered by a young Loki dangling off the edge of the Bifrost shortly after discovering that there is no glorious purpose for him in Asgard. And he let's go, collapsing, wanting to die.
Only to not; to be discovered by another, and unleash his fury and anguish upon the world. To create something in the process unintended.
Only to be stopped yet again and to eventually die a hero.
But in another time, he flees, and he is saved. In every possible way any person could be saved.
Not desiring to be alone, wanting to belong, unwilling to sacrifice one for the other.
And then he does.
This is the same Loki, we must remember, who uttered those words on the rainbow bridge shortly before plunging himself into the abyss. The same Loki who brought New York to its knees, who did not want to be alone, who just wanted to mean something in the world.
The same Loki who said those words after doing such horrible things says them to his friends in sacrifice.
I have to do this. I have to go. For you. For all of us.
"For you. For all of us," were the last words spoken by a horribly distraught God of Mischief in 2011 whilst ready to die in the first Thor film.
"For you. For all of us," are the final words spoken by a selfless God of Stories, burdened with a glorious purpose he accepts, the one thing he never wanted to be---alone.
