A/N: Well, this is my first successful attempt at fandom-based poetry, so I guess… be nice? ^^" Also, it's my first Avengers fanwork ever, so I guess be extra nice. Or not. I'll probably just ignore you if you're rude anyway. :U Anyway, this is about Loki (obviously) and contains a few headcanons, so don't yell at me if it isn't strictly canon. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or the movies Thor and Avengers.


I am Loki, of Asgard
And I am burdened
With glorious purpose.

I am Silvertongue
The Trickster
God of Lies and Mischief

And yet…
I have no name.

What, truly, is a name?
It is given—
No, forced upon you,
Not something that you choose.

Loki of Asgard…
It is just a name,
A faceless title
Holding no true meaning.
Does this name belong to me?
Perhaps it does,
And perhaps it does not.
I feel no loyalty to Asgard—
Yet neither am I loyal to my place of birth.

Asgard.

Jotunheim.

They are both the same—
Places from which I was cast out
Never to return.

What, then, is my name?
If I have no home,
Should it reflect my family?

Loki Odinson.
That is what I always thought myself—
Yet it was not the truth.
Odin is no more father to me
Than I am brother to Thor.

Loki Laufeyson.
That is what I now know myself to be—
But I betrayed my father
So I could be another's son.

I now understand
What I didn't back then—
That it was all for naught.

I looked into Odin's eye
Yearning for his approval
Beseeching him to be proud…

"No, Loki."

Those words killed me
As I
Had killed Laufey.

I could hear Thor's voice—
He called for me—
Cried for me—
But too late.

I let go.

Odin just smiled
Cherishing my pain as I fell
Into the abyss

I knew not if I would return
Only that if I did
I would make sure
He did not smile so.

I drifted.

I was rescued.

I rose again.

I found that I had been thought dead.
Thor found I was alive.
He said they all had mourned.

I knew he did not mourn for me.
I knew he lied, as I did so often to him.

It could not be the truth.

For how, tell, could he mourn
For one
Who has no name?