The God of No Name
By Monkan
Warnings: Character Death, angst, slash.
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Copyrights: I own nothing; all credit goes to Marvel and the mythology.
Full Summary: What if Loki wasn't the real God of Chaos. What if he was only forced to play the role, condemn his soul, and stray from the path that the Norns really created for him? At the end of Ragnarök, when the Gods has finally landed the final blow on Loki, the entity that has resided inside Loki for the better part of his life is finally unleashed and the worlds' biggest sacrifice might actually be; Loki.
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~ Prologue ~
Asgard was a place where Gods resided. Where heroes told their tales and drank a toast. Places of great beauty and order, but in one of the rooms inside the center of Asgard, a small child were crying. The little boy, no more than seven of age, clutched his shirt as big tears fell from his green eyes only to land on his pants. His sobbing didn't reach anyone and his little mind could only focus on the events that had led to his current state.
Against his wish, his mind replayed how his father had completely forgotten his big day. Today would have been the first time his father, Allfather Odin, would had brought him along for his first trip outside the walls of Asgard. A feat his older brother Thor, already had done. He had looked so forward to it that he couldn't even sleep the night before.
But… when he had gone to find his father, he had found him on the training ground. With Thor. Thor had looked so happy and their father had praised his attempts with the sword. When he had walked up to the fence and called for Odin he had only gotten a short but deep disappointment.
"Loki, I'm busy right now. I will talk to you at the midday meal."
His father had completely forgotten his promise, he had forgotten Loki. That pain was more than he could bear and he couldn't stop his tears. He wandered around in endless circles, until he ended up here, now. Lost and crying.
For the first time in his short life, he felt jealous of Thor. He felt a burning sadness that his older brother got all the attention from their father.
Little Loki hiccupped and mumbled over again and again. "Father. Father. Father." While holding his little fists against his wet face.
A slithering sound above the little boy drew his attention, and when he looked up he only saw black.
At the same moment, black smoke pushed down into his mouth, cutting of his throat and forced its way down. Loki chocked for several seconds until it ended just as fast as it began.
"Loki." A woman cried out as her running footsteps came closer quickly. "Oh, my dear Loki." He said in obvious relief. "I was so worried." She brought him into a tight embrace and while she tried to calm herself down with that she had finally found her son, Loki opened his eyes which were pitch black until they slowly turned back to his normal green color.
TBC