Odin required me to talk to a psychiatrist to change who I am. This is the story I told him from when I was age nine:

As I sit in a dark corner, thinking about what I had done, I feel upset, envious, and sad. It should've been mine.

Sif was angry at me, and I've never heard an apology ever since. Me? Grounded? I shouldn't be. Thor took Sif's present. He should be here, not me.

"Sorry." said Thor. His voice was gloomy.

"Brother?" I perked up.

"Yes." He replied. He walked into the light. He had something in his hand-Sif's present! He handed it to me. "You do know why I took it… Right?" he asked me as I took the gift.

I rubbed my eyes. "Yes. You wanted it just as much as I did."

"Nah… It's-It's not hers… It belongs to my friend, Fandral."

I gasped. "You took it from Fandral?"

"… Yes…" Thor responded looking guilty. "I did… Okay… Give me a break. I'm eleven."

"It should still be mine." I said sadly, looking down.

It should've been mine, I kept thinking. But I still didn't know what was inside until I opened it and found a cold diamond. It seemed to lure me.

"Legend says it lures evil people." Thor suggested as he smiled.

I looked up at him with worry. "It what-?"

"Does it lure you into wanting it…?"

"I-no." I said. "Of course it doesn't."

Yes. I lied. I shouldn't have done that. But there are other things I should regret and this is not one of them. Then I realized what Thor was up to.

"You're joking." I chuckled.

Thor laughed back. "Of course I am! It's just a diamond! Nothing special!"

I laughed.

We both laughed more. Then it was silent.

"We…" said Thor. "Should probably get going. I'm thinking about tripping somebody." Thor's eyes gleamed.

"With what?" I asked. "Oil or rope?"

"I'd say both. After all, I took the gift from Fandral, gave it to Sif, and then took it back."

Thor never really admits to anything unless he's lying. In which, this case, he might have been telling the truth. Or most likely he was lying to keep someone else from getting into trouble because he's the "favorite" and everybody loves him, so nobody would hurt him at all.

We found the rope in the weaponry and the oil in the kitchen. We went to the throne room and tied the rope from column to column. We poured the oil all over the soft, marble floor. We hid behind a column and watched.

We waited and waited until it was dark.

"I see someone." Thor whispered. "Loki? Loki? Wake up." He shook my shoulder for me to wake up.

"Give me a break," I mumbled. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "I'm only nine."

"I see someone." Thor repeated.

I perked up to see who it was. It was hard to tell. All I could see was a shadow. But it looked like one of the guards; a beard, cape, and staff. The guard tripped over and yelped.

"What is this madness?" he screamed.

"Oh, no," I gasped. "It's father!" At that time I realized I said it a bit loud. I looked at Thor and saw him running. I was left there.

"LOKI!" Odin screamed.

And that Midgardians, is how I get grounded.

I would have killed this psychiatrist, but Odin wouldn't let me.