Loki sighed. Four weeks felt like four months in this dump. His mischief and jealousy had cost him nearly everything. Odin despises me. The events of his life flashed before him. The longest conversation he'd had with Odin was when he'd yelled at him. It broke him. The words he had said. "Because I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night. You know, it makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years. Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard." I miss my family. My adopted family. I only met my real father for a few minutes, and then I killed him. He was a frost giant. A thought crossed his mind. I'm a frost giant too.
"Good afternoon, brother," Loki was jolted out of his thoughts by Thor striding into his cell. He nodded at him. "What is wrong, brother?"
A tear pricked Loki's eye. Thor had become soft. Do I regret his softness? He shook his head, partly to clear it, partly to dismiss Thor's question. "Nothing. Just thinking." He looked up and grinned. "What events pass in the world above?"