Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction and I decided to write and publish it because I haven't found many stories about Loki when he is connected to a person in a friendly way. This chapter is a kind of introduction, I'm not so satisfied with it but I hope it'll get better.
That was just a few second-long journey. Midgard. The land of pathetic mortals. By visiting this realm you become one of them. Pathetic. A prince who was born to rule and turned out to have a bad reputation. Trying to destroy Jotunheim then falling into the dark endless space from which noone had come back. He managed to. Loki was about to enslave this planet but the Avengers destroyed his plan. The Jotun prince was led back to his home, Asgaard by his stepbrother. The stepbrother whose shadow kept him invisible from the sight of others. He could not show how reliable and ambitious he was, how mature to sit upon the throne. He craved ruling. Then without it what would have been the aim of his life? He had few people close to him but since falling into the void no one had really cared about him. None of the so-called friends. Did he have any actually?
Loki was desperate, so desperate. The depressive thoughts about his true heritage and the need to meet his step-parents' requirements followed him between the realms. Finally, he looked up to the sky full of stars. He cast a spell so Heimdall, the gate keeper could not see where the prince was and what could be the purpose of his visit. He smirked for the last time and felt tears falling down on his cheeks at the thought of his decision.
It was a small town. The main road was bordered by some lamp posts and no one was walking on the streets except for a demi god who wanted to throw his life from himself. Anger, betrayal, sadness; what a madness! He made his way to an alley holding his scepter. He felt weak and looked at his weapon. He would have killed himself because of his weakness. Was he strong enough to stab his heart? The one covered with ice? Which had not been filled with joy for hundreds of years?
It was so long ago that he felt joy, he could not even remember when the last time he was cheerful and lively. Tears escaped from his emerald green eyes then he let out a loud cry and fell to his knees. Not dealing with anything, Loki dropped his spear out of his hand and lost control. He yelled as loud as he could. He breathed heavily, and calmed down bit by bit. Suddenly he felt the blood stopped running through his veins. He realised that someone managed to sneak up on him.
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