THEY HAD BEEN CHILDREN: PROLOGUE
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They had been children. They had a phase where everything was always okay as long as everyone was holding hands and singing songs about flowers. Loki had grown out of it first. He began to realize that life wasn't pretty and happy all the time. He realized that, most times, people step on you. They push you down if you let them get close. The harshness of this reality separated him from everyone else in Asgard, from his brother and his brother's friends...though that was all he really wanted. Separation from the rest of the world and its cruelty.
They had been children. They believed in the magical beauty of the world around them. Thor had never really grown out of it at all. He had always trusted in people and the goodness of people- even when they betrayed him. He always saw the positive side of things. Though he meant well, he never saw the pain and suffering Loki went through at the hands of the Asgardian people and the Aesir.
They had been children. Frigga watched them play outside, happiness radiating off them. She smiled at them and gave them advice. Most importantly, she showered them with love. It hurt her as she watched Loki drift away, as he distanced himself as best he could. She continued to guide him, but anyone could see how worried she was about her adopted son.
They had been children. Odin couldn't bring himself to tell Loki the truth, but couldn't bear to lie about it. He loved Loki as a son, and it broke his heart to watch him stray and sin. He never meant for it to go as far as it did. He meant to tell Loki one day, but he knew what Loki was already going through.
They had been children. Then things had changed. Loki had changed. Love became a repulsive sentiment. He decided that too much positivity was bad for one's health, so he stayed away from all things Thor. He started studying magic and it's powerful elements, enduring so much teasing from others, but he kept at it. One day, I will show them. He would tell himself at night, lying awake with those black words of hatred weighing down his heart. He pretended to care, pretended to love life, but he was sinking further and further every day into a dark abyss.
They had been children. Loki looked back on those days with disgust, those days when he trusted, when he actually thought that Sif could love him back. But Sif was always in love with Thor and she made it known that Loki was not wanted. He turned his back and acted as though it didn't hurt him (it did.)
They had been children. Then Loki pushed everyone out and barred the doors and sealed them as tightly as he knew how. He cried alone at night, until he learned that crying was for "children and women, not men." His chest ached with the emotional pain that he hid there, a pain that felt like Thor's hammer had hit his heart.
They had been children. Loki thought this in his room at night, as he sat on his balcony with a book on his lap. He pondered it, even, wondering how he was ever that naïve as to believe in love and happiness and friendship (disgusting.) He didn't understand how Thor could even stomach being close to that, much less practicing it.
They had been children. People always remembered that. They always remembered Thor and Loki, but they never cared. Loki didn't care either. He didn't care about Thor or his friends or anyone but himself (and Frigga, hers being the only company he enjoyed.) He lived his life as best he could until it shattered around him and he was left picking up the pieces of his lonely, barren heart.
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