At a catholic church…
A boy with a destitute family, torn apart by divorce, abuse, and politics, stands at the altar, praying.
“Dear God,
I hope you’re doing well. My family isn’t. My mother is an alcoholic and my father left. Every day, I’m hurt more and more. If you truly love me, please give me your love. If only I could live a different life. If it’s not too much to ask.
In Jesus’ name I pray,
Amen.”
Off in the corner of the empty church:
Loki was bored. Most of the Norse gods were either lazy or weak, no longer worshipped. The big guy above was so oppressive, they couldn’t do anything, which made it very hard for Loki, whose powers were separate from his divinity, to actually have fun.
So, wondering what it was like for mortals to actually worship (and thinking it might be a bit of good fun), he was disguised as a young catholic priest.
But the job just simply made him sad. Many of the catholic children reminded him of himself in his youth. Abused and neglected. He pitied them all. But he couldn’t help but wonder over the prayer of this little 8 year old boy at the altar.
“Well. That IS within my power.” He muttered to himself.
“Let’s give him a new life and see how it goes.”