He’s a trickster and a liar.
We must accept that fact.
He does look like he’s crazy,
Just as he intends.

Loki spends his time alone
Pondering that master plan
With everything in place.
Until the time is right.

He knows and can foretell
How events will go.
He sits back and watches
As his cunning plans unfold.

Slighted by his family
He manipulates their weaknesses
Which keeps him well amused
Until the time is right.

He’ll embarrass all the gods
And make them look like fools
With his flouting of their rules,
Battling his boredom,
To keep himself amused.

The gods are often cruel
And far too serious.
As they indulge their pleasures,
Loki lolls about and laughs.
Loki played his game,
Until the time was right.

But look what they did to him.
They dragged him to a cave
They bound him to the rocks
With a serpent spilling poison,
Trickling past his thirst,
Until the end of days.

He can’t have been so bad.
His wife, dearly loved him.
In vain she sought to help,
Before despairing of the task.
He must have earned her love,
on those precious dark lit nights,
when the time was right.

One day the time will come
When Asgard falls at last.
Loki won’t defend them then.
He will take revenge.
I have a sense of humour too,
And I have read the runes.