Stories By Loki: The Titanomachy

Loki, seated by a roaring eternal fire, smirks and waves a hand as if drawing you closer.

“Dear listeners, today I’m going to tell you five stories about gods or as I like to call them, fakies, fighting somebody. That’s all they do, isn’t it? Fight, pretend to be noble, and then cry when everything falls apart. But don’t worry, I’m not here to glorify them. I’ll tell you what really happened.

Let’s start with the Titanomachy. Sounds like a time between titans and mechs, Titan 'o Machy Clock. Doesn’t it? It’s just a fancy word for ‘family dispute.’ A tale of betrayal, thunder, and a throne soaked in fear. Shall we?”

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The Titanomachy

Loki pokes the fire lazily, watching sparks rise into the air.
“Ah, the Titans! A bit like me, ambitious, powerful, and more than a little chaotic. They thought their reign eternal, unshakable. But that’s the thing about power: it breeds rebellion. Cronus, their so-called king, was a fool who thought he could escape fate by devouring his children. A clever plan, if only it had worked.

Enter Zeus the youngest child Cronus missed because, get this, his mother swapped him for a rock. A rock! Cronus swallowed it whole, thinking it was his son. Imagine that! And they call me the trickster.”

Loki chuckles, leaning forward.
“Years later, Zeus returned, all grown up and full of ambition. He freed his siblings from Cronus’s stomach don’t ask me how that works, I’m just the storyteller, and rallied them to overthrow their father. They called it a righteous war. I call it revenge. Either way, it was chaos.

The Olympians fought their parents, their uncles, and anyone else who dared stand against them, now see the dramatic part." Loki said in a heavy voice  "It was reigning or raining thunder! Whatever you say, mountains torn asunder, oceans boiling with rage; again don't ask me how. Zeus struck Cronus down with his feel the thunder, casting him into Tartarus alongside the other Titans.

Ah, Tartarus, a pit darker than Nyx herself. Even I wouldn’t want to be sent there. The Titans, once rulers of the cosmos, were now chained for eternity, their roars echoing through the void. Zeus called it justice. I call it cowardice. Chains don’t erase chaos; they only hide it. And chains, dear listeners, are meant to break.”

Loki pauses, his grin widening mischievously.
“But here’s a question for you: was Zeus really the hero? He didn’t escape fate; he followed it. Prophecy said he’d overthrow his father, and he did. But now he sits on his throne, looking over his shoulder, waiting for the day his own children rise against him. The mighty Zeus... just another pawn of destiny.”

Loki leans back, tossing a log into the fire.
“Why do I care, you ask? Oh, I don’t. I just enjoy watching gods stumble. It’s a great distraction from my own family drama. But that’s a story for another day.

Now, dear listeners, if you think the Titanomachy was chaos, wait until I tell you about the Giants’ war with the gods. They called it the Gigantomachy. I call it a tragic comedy. But that and the other three stories are a tale for another blah blah today. Golden crowns and marble halls,
All look pretty till the kingdom falls.”

Loki winks and leans back, letting the firelight cast flickering shadows across his face.
“Sleep well, dear listeners. If you can.