And Soon the Darkness
Song Inspiration: Olafur Arnalds, Og Lengra
One-shot
Loki watched through jaded eyes as Thor and The warriors three demolished a feast fit for Odin. Thor's laughter invaded his ears until he could stand idly by no longer. Of late he could barely tolerate his brother's company, only the fact that Thor's laughter never quite reached his eyes held him in check. Loki knew why. Thor missed the insignificant human, Jane Foster. Oh how he would delight in meeting this Jane and slitting her throat so that he could see the light leave his brother's eyes forever. Oh, to be so fortunate, alas fate was a cruel whore that liked to fuck him over and over again. Loki laughed out loud at the thought of bringing the mighty Thor to his knees. It would be too simple really.
"What is so amusing brother? ," Thor asked, cutting through his thoughts.
"My own musings, and none of your concern," Loki's reply was laced in malcontent.
"Come brother, share your thoughts. I am interested in hearing what might arouse the humor of the god of mischief," Thor questioned, blissfully ignorant.
"Oh, I was thinking of Midgard again, and how pleasant it will finally be to meet your human, Jane Foster," Loki said in false cheeriness.
"I suggest you watch your thoughts Loki. Father has restored his faith in us. Don't waste your final chance brother," Thor responded in a sad voice, leaving the room.
"Leave," Loki dismissed the room at large. He was still the prince of this God forsaken realm, and took perverse satisfaction when the Warrior's Three scattered like the pawns they were. Turning slightly, he gazed outside on to the terrace, the sun reflecting brilliantly in his green eyes.
What a child Thor was to believe that life was that transparent. Life doesn't always give us choices, Loki thought bitterly. Oh, he supposed it was true that he was now a reformed villain and such. Loki had no plans or intentions to take over the world. In everyone else's eyes this was the beginning of hope, but Loki detested their pity. All that mattered was nothing. Nothing could meet purchase to the ice that was his heart. He had been belittled to pretense. Sure, idle thoughts still plagued him, probably out of sheer boredom. Loki had always known he was different…different because Thor was the chosen one, different because he liked magic and mischief, he cared not for brawn and bravery, different because he was not really Asgardian, different because he was a beast, a monster, a foreigner in his own land. It was a difference he was beginning to loath.