This. OMG this. I wrote something. It's been like a year I am so happy holy crap. I'm sorry if it may be OOC but I don't give a shit I am too happy right now. Alright. A few things are different than the movie like Loki doesn't live in Asgard and he was raised as a prince and a son to Laufey. Some things may be inaccurate as I was somewhat writing on a whim. I don't know how things work out in this fic they just do okay I'm just in love with the fact that I actually wrote something.

In this fic Loki was raised in Jötunheim and is the successor to the throne. Before this can happen, thunder god Thor leads an army into his homeland, destroying nearly everything in sight. Loki remains hidden and is found near the end of battle. He is given to Thor as a war trophy. Yes this prompt is overused. But I DONT CAARE! I LOVE IT!

Wayward

Locked in. Captured. Taken to become the Golden Son's war trophy. They found me hiding in a dilapidated temple and hesitated when they saw how small I was. Odinson smote my father before my eyes. He killed my family and took my throne… and when I supposed life couldn't be of poorer quality, the Asgardians took me away as well. I was confronted by Odin himself; the man stripped me of my heritage. He put me into shackles and his soldiers threw me to the thunder god's feet. At first Thor was confused as to why his men would offer him a living being as a gift, and he asked to have me let go. The men insisted, however, saying that I was a present from his father. Thor couldn't reject his father's "reward".

I was uneasy as to what the guards meant by referring to me as a "pet", but soon the blind rage overcame that feeling of uneasiness and I lashed out at Thor. I spit in his face and demanded he take me back to Jötunheim… and of course he didn't support my needs. His hand wrapped around my throat in a fit of rage and I ceased my lips from moving. Demands became pleas over a course of months and I begged him to convince his father to exchange my Æsir attributes for my Jötun form, with any means necessary. It was enough that the All-Father had cut my hair; to remove all signs of my birthright was the last straw. Odin obliged, telling his son that he would be fine with this, since it would allow him to exhibit the gift he gave him in the proper manner. I scoffed at that, although Odin was more than happy to give his son what he desired. At a touch of his hand, I had been reverted back to the familiar cold skin and blue fingertips I knew as a child. I was a little more tolerant with everything after this, but I will never stop hating the Asgardians.

Thor never bothered to make advances towards me, and that was pleasant. He usually trusted me when I spent most of my time in his room alone. He would come in after a day away from home, set down Mjölnir, and greet me with a simple "hello" and "how was your day?" I would reply with a nod and a half-genuine smile. I can never be forgiving of a man who killed off every last one of my people and kept the runt as a souvenir. I shared his bed and ate his food; but his people never seemed to warm up to me. Sif and The Warriors Three ostracized my business in Asgard the most. Sif was most likely aggravated by the fact that the last Jötun's initial purpose in her homeland was merely to serve Thor and please every fantasy he had up until the moment he married. This was not the case in our sad excuse for a relationship, nor will it ever be,but it's not like someone informed her of this. The Warriors Three simply disliked Jötuns, as it was their secret mission between the three of them to kill off every last one.

I can't say I was content in Jötunheim, however. I was decorated as a prince but regarded as a trivial stain in the king's lineage. Laufey neglected me and jabbed at my self esteem when he wasn't governing Jötunheim. He would ask me why I wasn't taller like the rest of my family; and tell me why I was unfit to rule. This came with numerous beatings from his hand and screams from my mouth. He occasionally spoke to his soldiers about misrepresenting me as a woman due to my height and title me a daughter of Laufey rather than a son. I loved father, though. I couldn't stop to hate the man that unwillingly raised me. All the bruises below my shoulders and the hard gaze that formed in my eyes after some time did not matter to me. Father was disappointed in me, I knew that. But he had to make room in his heart for me somewhere. I loved my father… This is why what Odinson did was inexcusable. Why I will hate him for as long as Asgard stands and its people live in its kingdom. As long as the Bifröst is in place, I will hate that damned Thunderer. I will never give him what he desires of me. I am Loki Laufeyson, next in line to the throne, and I will not be ignored.

Trust my rage.

Ok so here's a thing. I did it. Yes.

So should I even continue this? I mean really should I? Because I haven't written in so long. I may be rusty. This would be the prologue if anything else if it was to be continued. I used Comic! Laufey in some instances like how Loki is beaten as a child due to his size. This entire fic may not make sense to me later but I'm just happy it got published.

Reviews are much appreciated! And I do like constructive criticism! If you need clarification on something I can always PM you the info. I am not a busy person; I can help you understand confusing things in the fic. Kk :D

-Hollow :)