Just a short drabble fic thing that came out of my brain after hours of boredom and fatigue. Thor and Loki, from Loki's point of view - NOT SHIPPY~
Thor had always had friends. Had no trouble making them, or keeping them. Whenever he was around others, he was always the centre of attention – always the loudest, the funniest, and the strongest. Everyone loved him – they couldn't help it, and Loki couldn't blame them. He wanted to feel the same way towards Thor, to admire him and follow him as a loyal brother should. But, as he watched the group of warriors and friends laugh and enjoy each other's company, all the raven haired boy could muster was an intense jealousy. A horrid, parasitic feeling, yes, but one Loki was more than familiar with. The invitations for him to join the fun and games had long since stopped, and in a way that was fine by him. He'd never been suited to boisterous sword play and the crude jokes shared between the group, instead preferring the shade of a tree and a long book, or the cool rooms of palace where he could wander with his thoughts.
And yet, although part of him preferred solitude, there was still a longing ache that burned within him to be involved. To be included, because to be included would mean he had friends. It would mean that people would like or even love him, simply for being himself. Perhaps that was the root cause of his jealousy. Thor had always been kind to him, but Loki had always wondered what it was to simply be liked by others. Comparing the two brothers, it wasn't hard to see why people preferred Thor's companionship. He was always smiling, laughing, joking. He was strong, and handsome, and was one of those beings that was born to lead a good life. Across the spectrum was his younger brother; pale skinned and raven haired, with dark jade eyes and a lithe frame that threatened to break without difficulty. For as long as he could remember, Loki had always known that Thor was the favoured son, that he was the one that their parents loved most. But for once, although he'd never wish harm on him, for once, Loki just prayed that maybe one day Thor would know what it was like for him.
To understand what it is to be a weed amongst roses.