[LN: Hey guys. Long time, no see, eh? Forgive this for being rushed, I just wrote it to pass the time off. And of course, I don't own any of the characters in this work.]


Voices haunt him every night.

They tell him the most incredulous things –

'Father doesn't love you.'

'Mother says you're a monster.'

'Brother wants you dead.'

'But you must show them your true worth.'


– then there is fire everywhere around him. He stands proudly dressed in his battle attire, his horned helmet gleaming in the flames, and a great army follows closely behind him and charges once he tells them to do so. A dark staff glows in his hands.

Humans (soon to be ruled) run around helplessly as buildings collapse and explode.

He doesn't have the time to entertain himself with the foolish mortals because he sees his brother amidst the burning chaos. He already sent word to his army to take care of the rest.

He approaches his brother and fights.

At first their strengths are equal, but lash after lash weakens the god of thunder. All this power . . . His brother begs for him to stop, tells him that he wants to apologize and make peace, but nothing the god says can stop his younger brother's rage. And soon, with one last strike, the earth shakes and his brother falls. Blood pours out from every wound of his mangled body. A wicked smile graces the trickster's lips as he raises the staff and brings it down –


– and he wakes up covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily.

'Lies,' he whispers. 'All lies.'

He grabs a warm coat by his bedside and hurries to check on his family.

He finds Thor sound asleep in his room, looking unhurt and content, much to his relief. He quietly enters and presses a small kiss on his brother's forehead.

His parents are fine, too. Odin is asleep, but Frigga is awake and this nearly causes him to jump. She sees him just by the door, and with a worried face, she calls to him.

'Loki, my son, are you alright?'

He slowly inches back outside.

'Yes, mother, I'm fine. Good-night.'

But when he returns to his room, he weeps for himself.