A/N: I wanted to try out the first person style.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Thor. And I do not make money out of this.
The Truth.
It had been painfull. Hearing that you weren t even related at all too your older brother, mother or father. No wait, they weren t even my family at all. They all lied. They knew from the start and never told me, not even when I was old enough to know the damn /Truth/ about myself. No they simply kept it behind, thinking it wouldn t hurt and that I never would find out about my true self. Oh what were they so wrong about that. I ofcourse found out, by myself. Not to mention it was a huge shock when a Frost Giant grabbed my first and then my arm and hand suddenly turning blue with weird patterns on it. And then there was the fact when I had gotten angry that I partly turned blue, still with the patterns and my eyes became blood red. The fun part? My magic grew and I could breath Ice in that state. Beside that, my touches would be cold. That was the only nice part about being something different. But, the real truth was that I already could use magic when I was younger. But now I simple wanted to know more, read spell books and become very powerfull.
It still hurted though. That my fami-, No fake family lied to my about my true identity. I hated them. I didn t even cared anymore that my non-related father was dying. Or that I was attacking a little town in the middle of nowhere, just so I could get rid of Thor. I couldn t careless anymore. I was using the advance of being a Frost Giant and it was plain simple wonderfull. I never felt so powerfull before. I would kill Thor and I only will eventually be sitting on the Throne that belonged to me all this time.
My Thoughts slowly went to the day I found out and then the day I asked the truth. My non-related father told me I was left behind by the Frost Giant race. I was apparently too small, or was it because of something else? I never found out and I didn t cared. They left me for a utterly ridiculous reason. I didn t even knew who my true father and Mother were. If I had any siblings that were related to me. He said that he found my near some altar on the day that they fought against the Frost Giants. And being a honourable man he was, he took me in. Placed a spell on my to hide the my true self. I was enraged on that day. I tried attack him, I screamed. But nothing worked. I couldn t barely do something when your giant ass of a broth- No, /Non-related/ brother was holding you back, trying to calm me down. Ofcourse it didn t worked. I simple ran out of the room, then the castle, then further away.
Away from everything. I just ran and ran till I could no more. I was hiding. Hiding the fact that it hurted and that I was more sad and hurt than actually raged.
That day, The truth, was nothing more then I hoped for. I actually didn t wanted to know at all.
Sometimes, The truth, can be a pain in the ass.