She would be mine if the fates would allow,
Perhaps in the midst of chaos she still can be?
I cling to the hope that I will one day be a king
Where the halls of home call out to me, nameing me, hailing me,
Loki, King of Asgard and she to be my Queen.
Of course I know such things will never happen.
I am too greedy a god, too complicated.
I myself am a vision of green and gold,
I desire power more than to be told that I am loved,
Even though my heart yearns for that also.
I have always lived in the shadow of my brother.
I have been locked away, beaten, exiled and all for what?
In the end Thor has always come back to grovel,
Pulling me from out of my hovel into the world of chaos once more-
Where I thrive the most!
I am not evil I simply like my games.
I am trickster, mischievous, some would even say dangerous.
They would be right to assume such a thing about me
For I am a god and I have a wrath,
Mid -Guardians fear to cross my path,
For I am chaos born in a physical form
And just like the God of Thunder, I too can bring the storm.
I am powerful but my heart has grown weak.
For there is a part of me that still seeks the warmth of a womans touch,
The gentle whispers as she caresses my ear,
Uttering words that only I can hear,
Foolish I know but you all forget!
What loneliness can do to a man, to a god?
It breaks your soul. Crushes you.
Suffocates you until there is nothing left inside you but hatred and resentment!
All signs of contentment slip from your mind,
And soon you become blinded by rage, tormented by pain.
Hmmm, yes. Its enough to drive even the God of Mischief insane!
When I saw her she was a vision of beauty.
Unnatural, unique.
Her skin as white as the frost giants lair,
Her hair a river of black ice,
Her eyes as green as the jewel at her neck,
Emerald and strong just as her strength.
She belonged to frost giants, another of their kind.
Cloaked in black mist she was beautiful and serene,
A dark queen who feared me not.
Never in my life had I entertained such a thought that maybe
I should find myself a queen until that moment -
She was beholden, an obsidian statuesque creature of the unknown
And to me, she felt like home!
She came to me that night slithered into my bed
Her touch was frigid yet i did recoil.
It felt so natural to feel anothers touch as cold as my own.
She was bold, and at one time I would struck her dead
But something inside me refused to commit such a sin.
She bit and she clawed like the animal she was,
She writhed and she howled as I took her for my own-
Willingly I may add. Not forced as others I have taken.
I remember how the bitter wind of Jotunheim screeched,
Flurys of white cascaded outside of the window,
Black gigantic shadows wandered the ice landscape scouting for others,
Piercing blue eyes shone in through my window -
Watching as I made myself one with the ice queen.