Loki stared at his blue hand dully as the blue colour slowly crept up his arm. He took his hand from the glowing artifact, but the blue remained. Look at that, he thought, the frost giants have been the enemy of Asgard for years...and look what I am. He drew a slow breath when the tears began to fill his eyes the grip he had on the podium tightened.
One evening during their teenage years, Thor held Loki in his arm as they laid together in his bed. The mattress was comfortable, the blanket was soft and Thor's heartbeat was strong against the black haired man's ear. A deep red blush spread across Loki's pale cheeks. The sun had just begun to set so the light shaped the God of Thunder's muscles perfectly. It also made the fair frame of Loki's body and face irresistibly attractive. Loki traced his fingers down Thor's bare torso and nuzzled close for warmth. "Loki," Thor's deep voice suddenly broke the rooms calm silence and caused the smaller male to jump. A small mmsound came from Loki's throat as an answer as he shifted again against his brother's chest. "I love you," Thor said. There was a deep fondness and love in his brother's tone Loki only ever heard when the god was speaking to him.
The image swirled and blurred together as the tears were delayed from falling because of Loki's long eyelashes. He wiped them away with his sleeve. As a new wave of emotional turmoil crashed over him, Loki fell to the floor in a heap of helplessness and let his pain take him over. He was scared. His frail body shook as he sobbed. Oh how he was so scared. Not of his blue skin. Not of the lifetime of lies he had been told all his life. His sobs had now become gasps for breath. He was terrified of his brother. The very one that claimed to love him in more than a brotherly way. The only one who didn't know of his true heritage.
I remember tears streaming down my face when you said, "I'll never let you go." When all those shadows almost killed my light. I remember I said, "Don't leave me here alone,"when it was storming outside. Thunder crashed loudly and the lightning cut through the dark like a sword. A young Loki squeezed his eyes as tight as they would go. He hid under his covers and pulled them tighter and tighter around him with each eruption of noise. He didn't hear his door open, all he felt was the bounce of his bed. He cried out because he thought the window had opened and something had gotten thrown in from the storm. "Brother," he heard his brother's voice next to his ear, "brother are you okay?" Loki scrambled to cling to Thor's body in a desperate attempt for comfort "i-it's going to hurt me!" Thor wrapped his arms around his frightened baby brother and chuckled, "thunder can't hurt you," he reassured. This did not calm the frightened boy, he just buried his head into the arm of the blonde, "it's scary!" Even though they were around the same age, Loki always felt comforted by his brother as if he were much older. When Thor moved, Loki held on tighter and whimpered, "Don't leave me here alone! Brother I'm scared!" Thor just pulled Loki's blankets over his own head and took Loki's hand in his own, "don't worry, brother. I'll never let you go."
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. He would never feel his brothers comforting touch again. He was a monster. He felt like his child self again, scared and fragile. "Broth-ther p-plea-ease," he stuttered heavily through the tears even though no one was there to hear him, "I'm s-so scared-d." The door to the hall opened and Loki thought of running, but there was no where for him to go. He just sat on the floor and sobbed.