Snowflake
(Chapter 1)
~Loki Laufeyson
There I was in Jotunheim looking after nothing. "I never thought how depressing this'd be." I grumbled to myself. So I went to my room and just stared through the window. I sighed. How depressing. Sure I was happy Thor gave up on me, but how depressing!
I remembered that there are much better places in this universe than Jotunheim.
I shivered. Asgard.
Asgard is bad enough, I didn't want to go there! That's where Thor lives!
But I went anyway.
As I walked the streets of Asgard, it stank because I had to wear a hood to try to at least keep the Asgardians from seeing 35% of my face. But of course Thor somehow recognized me.
"Loki?" he asked as he dismounted his horse. "Loki, is that you?"
I pulled back my hood with a wary expression on my face.
Thor looked expressionless, as if he didn't know what to say-in a sad way "I'll let you get back to what you were doing." he said bitterly. He got onto his horse with sad body language and right when he was about to leave I finally said, "Thor."
He looked down at me, but not exactly looking at me from which he was bitter and did not know how to react.
"I…" I looked at the ground as if I couldn't believe I was saying this. "I…" I looked up at Thor. "I still consider you as my brother."
Thor stared at me. Again, he was expressionless. His eyes began to water, but he rubbed his eyes trying not to weep.
"I must go." He rode off to the castle.
To tell you the truth, I felt bad. I proceeded to walk. I hadn't realized I had an expression so cheerless, I looked like I was about to sob until a young girl that looked like she was either seven or eight asked if I wanted a kitten. I looked down at her. She was carrying a basket covered with a sheet and was looking up at me with her enormous, brown eyes.
"No…" I finally said. "I'm sorry, I don't." and walked away from her. She began to cry and I turned around. Adults everywhere were looking around to see why the young girl was crying. So I ran over to her and gave her a coin. She stopped crying and smiled at me.
"I am very sorry, dear," I said to her. "But I do not want any animals at the moment. Can you point to me a nearest route to the castle?" I asked kindly.
She nodded and pointed to a road.
"Thank you, dear." I told her and I followed the road. Sure enough, the young girl was right; it was the nearest route to the castle. I ran up to the doors with a pant and with just my luck; guards.
"Who are you?" One of the guards asked.
"Thor's brother." I said simply.
"Loki," the other said. "You are not allowed here. You will not be tolerated."
"No, no, no," I chuckled. "I'm his other brother!"
The guards looked at each other with confusion. "Other brother?"
"Yes, well no, actually. I'm his very close friend. We are so close, that he calls me his brother!" I said with fake pride.
"What is your name, Thor's So Close Friend He Calls You Brother?"
"My name is Luke." Honestly. The name just popped up. It was strange, they actually let me in.
"How insecure!" I exclaimed to myself as I walked.
I walked until I was in the throne room. How confusing! I thought. Thor is not even in here! I wasn't even looking for the throne room. Being the king of Jotunheim for so long, I have mostly forgotten about Asgard. It felt like a bunch of twists and turns, I didn't know where Thor would be.
"I suppose you still want to be king of Asgard." Thor's voice said bitterly.
I looked to my left and there he was standing in a corner.
"No, brother." I rolled my eyes.
"You want to kill me?" he tempered.
"No-"
"We agreed to never see each other again, Loki!" Thor began to shout. "You even promised."
"But you didn't." I looked at him bitterly.
Thor swallowed back a sob. "Loki, you are my brother, and I love you, but we agreed-"
"SIX YEARS AGO!" I snapped. I cleared my throat and repeated calmly. "We agreed six years ago."
"Loki-"
"How could you be so bitter, Thor? You gave up on me!"
Thor began to look down.
"You just...Stopped caring." I swallowed back a sob.
I can tell you're confused. You see, seven years ago, also known as The Dark Elf Invasion, he thought I was dead. A year later he found out that "Odin" was dead and I was pretending to be Odin. A couple weeks later, he talked to me about it and of course I had to go back to my normal self. He couldn't handle the fact that I faked my death, killed his father and took the throne of Asgard. So we agreed to never see each other again and of course I promised I will never come back to Asgard and I lived in Jotunheim and we never spoke ever since.
"I have decided to live in Asgard," I added. "But that doesn't mean I shall talk to you. If you wish, I won't even glance at you."
Thor looked at the wall bitterly without even saying a word.
I looked at him as if to say, "Well?"
Thor must have seen it because he nodded.
Call me the worst brother because I said, "Goodbye, brother" to really get him to grieve, and then I walked out of the room.
The next morning when I woke up, I opened up my door to my old bedroom and found a basket on the outside. The basket looked familiar: it had a sheet over it.
I lifted the sheet and found a small, white kitten with big, blue eyes. I was impressed of how white its fur was; whiter than snow. It gave me a little meow. I picked it up and looked at it. It looked like it was no more older than four weeks old. I looked at its paper collar around its neck from which there was a note that read:
Dear Stranger,
I noticed you looked sad so I asked
if you wanted a kitten and you said
no. You gave me a coin, but I
felt like I should give you this kitten
anyway. Her name is Snowflake. Please
treat her with kindness.
Thank you!
-Melissa.
I looked at the kitten.
"Hello, Snowflake!" I said cheerfully. "Just to let you know, I don't want you, but I have no choice, but to keep you."
Meow. She began to purr.
I blinked awkwardly. I was talking to a cat.