Frost Giants.
Creatures that had plagued his nightmares as a child. Beings that had been known to torture, maim and kill Asgardians for thousands of years. Monsters that felt only the one simple desire to see their enemies bleed onto the ground.
Frost Giants. The very thing he'd been taught since birth to hate and fear for all time… was himself.
No words could describe his horror as he watched the blue creep up his skin like water, turning his normal pale hands a deep cerulean.
The years of working oh so hard, of trying to prove himself worthy of his father's recognition and his brother's praise; all of it came to a crashing halt in that single instant. It had all been for nothing. He'd never had a chance at being recognized by anyone. He realized that now.
He saw now why everyone in Asgard regarded him as nothing more than an annoying trickster, trying to cause his brother problems from the shadows. He saw now why the servants often whispered about him, doubting his motives and saying his father would never approve of him. He saw now the reason why his appearance – dark hair, green eyes – had looked so unnatural compared to the others of Asgard as they all had the usual blonde hair and blue eyes.
Terror. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger. Jealousy. Bitterness.
All of these feelings ran through his mind in a torrent, blocking out reason and leaving only a deep, ever-burning hatred that threatened to consume him from the inside out.
No wonder Thor was so loved while he was left to sulk in the shadows. No wonder Odin only ever praised his brother and seemingly forgot about the second 'son' who waited ever patiently for praise of his own.
He could see now – for the first time in his life, he saw clearly, as if he'd just come out of a dark tunnel, only to find the opening and to discover the answers he needed there.
Yes. He was not worthy of his miserable existence. He was not worthy to be called 'brother' by that lumbering idiot that was the true Prince of Asgard. He was not worthy to be called 'son' by that traitorous, lying bastard that was the AllFather.
He was not worthy of their love. He was not worthy to be their family.
He wasn't worthy. He wasn't worthy. He wasn't worthy. He wasn't worthy.
Well then. If he wasn't worthy of their love, he would prove himself worthy or their hate. If he wasn't worthy to be their family, he would prove himself worthy to be their enemy.
Because right now, all Loki wanted to do was everything he could to see Asgard – and its entire people – destroyed for all eternity.
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A/N:….. Holy crap Loki! I scared myself a little bit writing this. I had no idea I had so much angst inside me! :) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, and if you want me to I might write more Loki-centric stuff. Just tell me what you think in a review please! Ciao!
~Persephone