Loki knew there was no point trying to make his father proud of him as soon as he saw him awake and saving Thor- always helping Thor but never Loki even when he needed him most - but he still tried one last time, one last desperate plea for recognition - one last plea so he knows that he isn't just the freak rejected from two worlds - only to be rejected and he knew it was over, there was no point, of cause there was no point he was a monster and they knew it even before he did so why would they EVER help him - they hadn't before only ever thor- and so he let go, let go to ease the burden that everyone carried because of him, let go to ease his brothers suffering because he was back now and that meant that he had learnt his lesson and would the rightful and proper leader for the people, better than a lying, deceitful monster anyway. He hadn't even wanted to lead them in the first place, he was much happier along side his brother standing as his equal and helping him in ways Thor would only consider as trickery, but would still be happy with the results and recognize Loki for it if only a little. But not anymore. Now he was a reject, a failure and a murderer, so far bellow the perfect and courageous Thor that it sickened him, it twisted his heart -which must've been black, cold and dead since the beginning because monsters don't have real hearts- into a painful but equally numb feeling and allowing him to sink almost peacefully into the void and away from the people he had once thought of as his family even though he never truly fit.
PLEASE REVIEW ITS MY FIRST FANFIC AND CRITISM IS SOOO WELCOME!