Hey feedback is greatly appreciated this is my first chapter for this story and its more of a past reflection kind of piece up to a certain point so bare with me. I think it could have great potential. I kind of sped wrote this in like two days so pardon any errors there it might have. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to writing more chapters. Think of this one as more of a draft. If you like it will write more, plain and simple just the way I like it.
It was quiet on Asgard. Once the commotion on Midgard ceased and Loki was apprehended everything sort of settled. The bridge was in the process of being fixed and the Allfather was proud in his sons ability to carry out the mission he'd been given, along with bringing his brother home. As a reward he allowed him the time to go off and enjoy his time with the Earth lot while his brother was sentenced to rot. After all that is what he deserved for his despicable acts against humanity. He'd been know to do many things but mindless killing was not one of them.
Even Thor was surprised by this behavior, it was unlike him. But what could he do? As far as he knew Loki hated him and would refuse any act of kindness. He'd take it as weakness and end up making a mockery of anyone who tried, so he figured it was best not to even bother. He thought he had lost his brother for good and next thing he knew was going after one of the infinity stones, which could never be a good combination. He loved his brother down to his slithery core but this time he'd gone too far. Something needed to change. Hopefully his sentence would give him a chance to think about the harm he'd caused.
The last time he saw his younger brother was when he brought him back to Asgard to be punished for his crimes. With no trial he was left with his father and he placed him in a cell. It was a really nice cell one that looked more like a hotel room rather than an actual prison but he was confined none the less. He'd been in saluted since then which would mark his third day.
Thor returned to Earth for a much needed vacation as well as clean up. He liked his new unlikely friends; if it wasn't for his troubled brother he would have never met them. Also without their help he wouldn't have been able to defeat the Chitauri. The new found heroes were throwing a huge get together at the tower to celebrate their first victory. He figured this would a good time to get to know one another without the need to fight for their lives. They could just enjoy themselves and have a good time, not having to worry about where Loki would strike next. The ordeal had finally come to an end.
The lone prince sat in solitude. In his private cell away from all the other war criminals, his family still held a place for him in their hearts even if he was adopted. His crimes were serious none the less and he couldn't receive any special treatment even if he was the former prince of Asgard. In a way Odin thought it would be better for him to be away from nastier marauders, when it only added to his loneliness.
Loki shivered at the thought of what he'd done; he never meant to cause harm to others. He wasn't like that honestly. He didn't even like going with Thor and the others to battle. He would much rather practice magic that could be used to build and heal other, not just destroy everything in sight. If anyone bothered to ask they would have known how peaceful he was. "How did I end up here..?"
"All I wanted was what was best for Asgard. Now all I can do is sit here in this putrid cell." Loki uttered silently to no one but himself. Sitting in solitude because of what he did. Damn those creatures for controlling him the way they did and no one cared to listen. He sighed, feeling weighed down by the universe. It's no use no one cares anymore as if they ever did. No one knew what went awry other than him.
He crossed his arms together and rested his chin on them. He felt empty inside, it had been a long time coming after all. Slowly he was losing himself the way everyone else was losing him. He never wanted to be this way. The way he pictured it in his mind all through child hood was he and Thor would work hand and hand to maintain the glory they'd been raised with. It didn't matter which one of them would become king they would each do their part. There would always be sibling rivalry between them it was natural. But he never expected to be out casted and alone. He began to retrace where exactly everything went wrong.
It all started when Thor was to be crowned. He boasted and carried on like the day couldn't come any sooner. Then some frost giants managed to get into the castle and everything was put on hold. Arguing erupted between both parties. The king and the prideful son went back and forth over something that was seemingly pointless. Thor unable to let to disturbance go, deciding it was time to take action and attack. His pride and egotistic tendencies made him blind to what was really important, maintaining the peace. Turning the other cheek and letting bygones be bygones, attacking the frost giants when not everything was brought to light was foolish. The act by few does not determine the lot of them.
Loki was the one who let those few in the castle that day to cause disarray and miner destruction, how was he supposed to know that Thor would come with such a carless course of action. He had always been the kind of man whom when their mind was set on something nothing would be able to stop them. There was also that one trait the two of them happened to share even if they weren't blood related; they were both persuasive when they needed to be.
Going against father's better judgment he did the unthinkable anyway and travelled to Jotunhem. He nearly got his people killed and setting forth another war when a very delicate peace treaty was in place after so many years. This was not the desired actions of the future King. So he did what was necessary and banished him, it was the only way he'd learn, through tough love. That's when everything went wrong. Everyone saw the King's decision as foolhardy, that Thor's actions were just. They started to blame Loki for Thor's fate as if he forced him to act. Because he was so different and wanted to be king as well as if he knew the end result would be his banishment.
Loki felt like there was something off about him ever since they returned from that place. When one of those monsters touched the arm of Volstagg it was instantly frost bitten and useless, but Loki's arm was touch it merely turn the bluish color of a frost giant. This raised quite a few questions that have yet to be answered. He went to Odin's weapons vault to prove this theory he held in his mind. The same artifact the intruders came to claim, the casket of ancient winters that held the power of the frost giants, would show him for what he was.
With both hands he held the strange blue artifact and stared inventively at it until he heard Odin's power voice telling him to stop before his curiously brought him further. It was too late, he had the device in his hand and as he turned to face the king his true self was revealed to him. Terrified and hurt he demanded an explanation. Odin then told him he was found as an infant, abandoned and left to die in the midst of war. At first he thought of him as a way to unite the two worlds once and for all. But after a while he'd grown attached to the child, teaching him as one of his own his son.
Loki was unable to comprehend this as the truth making sense over the fact he was always second best to Thor in every aspect whether it be to his friends or his father. He learned what exactly he was, just another one of those monsters they feared as children, another stolen relic that had some other hidden purpose. There would be no way Thor would ever accept him for what he was anymore. Even as children he swore to whip out every last one of those creatures.
It all made sense now he was a hidden burden to the family, in his mind he was disgusted for what he was. He loved them even if he was treated as the black sheep. Odin tried his best to dismiss any of his feelings of self loathing but was unable as he fell into an unexpected slumber. Loki felt utterly betrayed and afflicted by the trust but as his father slipped into a comatose state he couldn't help but feel worried. Even after feeling the way he did he still cared for his family even if they weren't blood related. It was a cruel irony to know his true origin, he couldn't be able live with it so he tried his best to deny that truth the only way he could. By keeping it a secret that only he and the king and queen knew.
With the king in no condition to rule, the burden of the thrown fell to Loki. In his mind it was a great responsibility and he couldn't take it lightly the way Thor nearly did. His first duty would be to clean up the mess his brother created. The truce between Jotunhem could not be broken no matter the cost.
Once he took thrown the warriors three and lady Sif came with a request for his father. They were completely unaware of his state or the fact that Loki was now in temporary command. They asked him if it would be ok to bring back his brother Thor from his banishment. Loki denied, stating that it was the wish of the king that it would be foolhardy for his first command to be to undo the kings last one. The warriors left his presents taking his cold-heartedness as jealously for his brother when his judgment was justified.
His once friends thought of him as cruel and unfair, they would not listen to his word as king because he refused to bring Thor home. In a way it was to not undo Odin's wish but also Loki wanted to be acknowledged, something he never received all those years ago. He was seen as the misfit child that could never live up to expectations, whether it be fighting or otherwise he was always second best to Thor. He finally got long awaited attention he'd craved even if he was seen as the villain.
Loki had a far better order he wanted to go enact. The first thing he wanted to do was prove himself a man of Asgard by tricking Laufey and his men into the castle. This way he could stay them once and for all in front of his adoptive parents. He wanted to prove where his heart was even if he was on Jotunhem. He killed his real father to get the approval of his false one. The second part of his plan was to destroy the frosted wasteland once and for all. Anything he could do to prevent another senseless war, even if Thor were to return.
No one trusted his judgment and eventually led to betrayal, the four of them went to Earth to retrieve Thor so Loki sent the Destroyer in order to delay their attempts until Loki plan was put into motion. He couldn't risk Thor sending countless troops to their deaths because of his poor judgment. He wanted to make sure he could carry out his duty before then. In the end it didn't work, Thor returned and in a last ditch effort destroyed the Bifrost before it was able to tear that world to shreds. Even if it knew he wouldn't be able to see that woman again.
He ran the details over and over in his head and no matter how he looked at it no one was going to trust his judgment. He heavily contemplated the past before everything went hazy. Before he let go; not wanting to go any further than the brawl with his brother. That was all he could handle. He placed his hands to his head as the memories flooded back as if they'd just happened, every detail seeming to have a single common theme.
'Why was everyone against me? It's like I've never had a single person that trusted me anymore. I don't blame them after what I've done, but it's like ever since the beginning of I've had no one, everyone just thought of me as nothing more than a pest. They never even gave me a chance. It all started at his coronation, if I wasn't so careless and jealous none of this would have happened. I would still be the same blindly following younger brother that I've always been.'
How is this any different? I suppose I have all the attention I could ever ask for now, the name Loki would be known threw out the nine realms. The greedy war criminal who bit off more than he could chew and ended up getting beat down by a couple of mortals. That's never what I wanted. Any of this, it was only a well placed misfortune. I seem to attract that sort of thing, along with bad company.
"What happened to make me this way? Why am I always the one to be dealt the sort hand? It's not fair. I was the only one that listened to the King, I didn't betray anyone and in the end I was forgotten. All my good intentions and where did that get me? Betrayal… I thought they were my friends too, not only Thor's." He looked up to the white tiles on the ceiling for answers, hoping one little detail of his experience would suffice. His face was sorrowful and full of doubt, yet he continued to look back.
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As soon as Thor was exiled they looked to me to blame since I was the one whom told Heimdall to inform father of our plan. If it wasn't for his interference we would have perished. His insolence nearly set forth a second war between Jotunhem and Asgard. I was given the thrown when Asgard needed a King; they were the ones who committed treason.
I loved my brother, more then I let on but I respected the Kings decision. Thor needed to learn he was thickheaded and not fit to take the responsibility of sitting on that thrown. But I never meant any harm to the one's I cared about but my word is meaningless, only to be heard as the silver tongued liar. I just wish the other could see the light in me and not just the dark. I mean well I really do but no one could see it. They take me as the jealous and greedy brother that only cares for himself. The way I was raised was to believe a Kings duty is to his people. Not to himself. Thor didn't understand that. All he wanted was the glory of battle. Father saw that. I saw that. If only everyone else could see it too.
In the end he returned, changed but blinded none the less. They didn't understand. All I wanted was what was best, but none of them could see it. I was the bad guy. I was always the bad guy, the silver tongued liar that stood in the shadow of the golden child. But I'm not just that. I'm not a cheat, a liar, or a thief.. I'm not a bad person. It's just.. No one understood.
He came back and I was the villain. There were traders all around me, not a single person believed in me anymore. Although my intentions were justified my actions couldn't be any farther from the fact. Destroying Jotunhem could have solved all of our issues, no more fear of war. We'd finally be rid of those monsters from are nightmares once and for all. I wanted to prove myself to father, that I wasn't one of them. In the end I ended up becoming something far from a frost giant and even farther from an Asgardian. I became a monster in my own sense, a hurt and vengeful one. I didn't know where I belonged. I was the bad guy.
I challenged my brother knowing I could never hurt him. I loved him with all my heart even if I had been living in the shadow of his greatness. He had to learn that what I needed to do was for the greater good, if things had escalated any further there would be need to send troops to do battle. Countless lives that would be lost in vain, why would we do that when it would be safer just to eliminate the threat altogether? Hopefully with time he would figure it out on his own. I could only hope. If he ever wanted to be a good king he would need to be able to make tough choices like that in order to protect the people.
He made his decision. By now I've come to realize the error of my ways, the easy the thing to do wasn't always the right thing to do. Our people would be spared but at the cost of an entire world that was not involved. No true king could ever be that heartless. The idea of being a monster has driven Loki to this point, where his judgment was a blind as the rage that fuelled it.
We were left hanging from the bridge, no one but Thor preventing me from falling into oblivion. No one understood me but I saw the look in his eyes, he still believed in me but only a bit. There was no place for me in Asgard anymore. So I let go. Not knowing where I would fall to but I didn't care. How was I supposed to know I would end up at that place, with that tyrant.