Chapter One

"You're my son!" Odin all but screamed as Loki stood before him, green eyes filled with a deep rooted loneliness and despair. "I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"What?! Because I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night?" Tears were flowing steadily out of Loki's eyes as he glared at what he thought was his father; his protector and number one reason for his pain.

"No!" Odin tried to scream as his body grew week. Odin sleep threated to take him over, but he had to fight it. He needed Loki to understand even as his legs gave out from under him.

"You know it all makes sense now!" Loki's voice deepened as his anger grew to overpower his pain. "Why you favored Thor all these years. Because no matter how much you claimed to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant on the throne of Asgard."

Odin reached for his son. "No, no Loki." He grasped his son's thin wrist to pull him close but his lack of strength and Loki's determination to keep a distance between them made it impossible to draw closer to him. "You were to be a king of your people, to end the war between us."

"Right, to rule a people that left me to die!"

"To end Ragnarok!"

This took Loki back a step. Ragnarok was the end of times and ultimately the demise of many gods. How did his life matter in that? He was no one of any importance. He was Thor's little brother, a mere shadow. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Loki." Odin sighed. "You are the key. The starter of the end."

His body shook as a wave of nausea hit him. Sadness bubbled over his anger and tears started fresh. "I…" No words followed and he tried to understand what he was. He was not a prince of Asgard, the heroes of the nine realms but a prince of the Frost Giants, the monsters who threatened to tip the scales to evil. He was not Thor's brother but Thor's enemy. He was not a force for good but a force to be used to end everything he knew and cared about.

Again, the sadness ebbed away and anger replaced it. His eyes darkened with it, his throat choked on it. All the names he was called by Thor's friends, a trickster, a coward, a liar. Did they all know? Was it a secret joke? As he struggled to keep up with Sif and the Warriors Three and found solace in magic and spells. He had no place, not on Asgard, not on Jotuinheim. His very existence was a curse on the gods, and if his father wanted to use him to stop fate, then that is what he'll do. And maybe, with this one act, he could win his father's love, the respect of Thor's friend and maybe even Thor.

"Fine." He said, suddenly calm and clear. "Since you failed to end it, I will."

It took Odin a moment to figure out what Loki meant but the time he did, Loki had passed him and was running towards the Bifrost. "Guards!" He yelled out. "Stop Loki!"

The guards scrambled to do as ordered but Loki was fast and when cornered he relied on teleportation to escaped capture. As he ran, his glamour faded and he realized that all this time, he was able to lie to himself. His usually pale skin was turning blue and his ember eyes were turning red. Now he was running away from himself as much as he was running towards to Bifrost. The guards shied away the more he changed and helped to evade them.

None of them wanted to touch him. In their eyes he could see their fear, his people, his family, frightened of what he really was. He ran until he reached the Rainbow Bridge and in front of it stood Sif and The Warriors Three. He sparred with them, knew their weaknesses but it seemed he wouldn't need this knowledge. As they looked at him, their weapons fell unsure of what to do.

He looked into Sif's hazel eyes. How often he lay between her thighs, her long callused fingers running through his black hair? How often she looked at him with fondness, and at one point love? She had picked him over Thor, the only time he every beat his brother at anything and now fear was all he saw. After he swore to always protect her, to keep her from harm and now he would have to protect her from herself. Now that she knew he was a monster, how would she ever lay with him again? After hearing her tales of how she would destroy every Frost Giant she would cross paths with. Would her hate of Frost Giants be greater than her love of him?

The air around him grew colder until he could see their breath with each exhalation. How ironic that a god of fire would be Frost Giant. The two opposites battled inside of him until around him, rain droplets mixed with snow fell. Confused and scared Loki looked to Sif as if she held an answer for what was happening to him. He took a step towards her and she took a step back.

The rain quickened and grew colder until small balls of hail started to form. The small pellets grew until the touch of them would cause destruction on what they fell on. This caused Sif and the Warriors to take cover and gave Loki the moment he needed to run to the bridge.

He stopped until he was on the edge, below him a space filled with void. The hail stopped but snow fell as he put up a force field of protection. Tears started a new. This would make everything better. This would fix what his birth would destroy.

He could hear guards approach. He could hear his father called out to him. But he was too far gone. He knew none of them could penetrate his shield. "Loki?" No one but his mother.

He turned to her, expecting to see a shocked face, but pity is what he saw. She knew, just like his father, what he was and what he would bring. He had to protect her, above everyone else. The woman who taught him to be strong didn't mean being physically aggressive.

He looked back to the void. This would make everything ok.

Suddenly a roar of thunder shook them as Heimdall opened the portal, and Thor landed on the Bifrost arms locked around a brunette woman. He looked confused, as if he was summoned without knowing it. It only took a few moments for him to recognize his little brother even with his blue skin and red eyes. "Brother?!" He called out.

Loki turned to him. "No." He answered. "Not your brother." Without turning back to the void, not wanted to see where his death was coming from, Loki stepped off the bridge his shield fading away.

Frigga screamed as Thor lunged towards the edge making it there in time to grasp Loki's hand in his.

"Let me go Thor." Loki pleaded. "I have to make it better."

Confused but sure Loki's death wouldn't make anything better, Thor gripped him tighter. "No."

Realizing Thor wouldn't allow him to do what was necessary, Loki held on to Thor's hand and let his own hand grow colder until it burned through Thor's skin.

Thor held on as best he could through the pain, but eventually he let go and screamed as he watched as his brother fell into nothingness.