Life of Loki
Day 1: The Dream
I wandered, ran really, through a jungle of voices. They were the voices of the people who kept me from my plan of total domination. Thor, Odin, even I was there! As I neared the end of the jungle, a stout, rather dirty old woman appeared in front of me holding two cups of wine.
"I hereby curse these goblets of the reckless and the outcasted!" She threw the cups into the air. I expected wine to rain down on me, but instead a thick red substance fell onto my face. Blood. However, as I reached for my face to wipe away the sticky liquid, I noticed that my arms themselves were bleeding. I watched, stunned, as my skin changed to a color as blue as the deepest ocean and became adorned with the regal marks of a frost giant.
Suddenly I was in Jotunheim, watching as castles and mountains crumbled before my eyes. I fell to my knees and sobbed when my brother Thor approached with Laufey's head in his grasp.
"Holy crap!" I shot stock straight in my bed, sweating and grasping for breath.
"Brother?" Thor lit the candle next to his bed across the room. Brilliant, might I add, to give the idiot the candle.
"No need, Thor, it was but a dream." I may have sounded convincing, but I was shaken as hell.
"Anyway, go to sleep. After all, it is…"
He had fallen asleep in the middle of his sentence, causing me to smile at his childish habits.
However, I still couldn't sleep. I read a chapter in my most recent book Sense and Sensibility, but, seeing as it was incredibly intriguing, I was even less compelled to go to sleep.
I got out of bed, donned my olive green overcoat, laced my boots, and left Thor in peace.
As I passed one of my favorite meadows, I noticed an all too familiar cave.
"Father!" An enormous silver wolf sat up and bowed his head. "Are you not well?" He looked up, a faint glimmer of worry in his gaze.
"I see that you have not changed, Fenrir," I said, smiling. "Though, I am experiencing trouble sleeping. I dreamt of a curse, upon the 'reckless and the outcasted.'"
"Presumably Thor and yourself?" He relaxed a bit.
"I have not put full thought into this matter, however the idea is not farfetched. This curse was upon two wine cups, bronze, like the dinner goblets." Then it hit me. The hag in my dream had cursed our goblets, and if drunken from, the outcome could be horrendous.
"Fenrir, I must take my leave. Do not fret, for I will return soon." I nodded in his direction then left the cave.
As I made my way back to the palace, I pondered when to inform Thor of this. If I told him in the morning, he would think me a trickster and not take my warning to heart. I decided it would be best to tell him at dinner.
"Thor!" I whispered, shaking him violently into consciousness.
"Go away, cow." He pressed his head into the pillow and swatted me away.
"Thor, the sun is rising. If you do not do the same, weapon training will begin without you, and I will be forced to go to necessary measures to assure your wakening." I sneakily readied a cup of cold water above his blanket.
"I do not care, I can practice any time I like," he replied, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"Thor..." I let myself trail off.
"Nothing will remove me from this bed!"
I dumped the water, soaking the majority of the linen. He sprung out of bed with the speed of his own summer lightning.
"That was certainly something." I smirked.
"Shut up, cow." He grimaced at me as he lumbered out of the bed. "Did mother obtain more poptarts?" he said, pulling on a pair of his leather pants.
"Blueberry, just how you like. Top cupboard on the left." I handed him a grey t-shirt and he tugged it on over his head as he began his daily trudge to the kitchen. I returned to my own dry (thank goodness) bed which remained neatly made and picked up my book.
Soon he returned, two foil packages in his grasp and a half-eaten pastry in his mouth which was accompanied by a small blob of blue jam.
He barbarically shoved the rest of the poptart into his mouth and began to put on his armor.
"Thor..." A red spider had begun to make its way up from under his shoulder plate.
"Whaff?" He replied, spewing crumbs all over the floor. I winced at his inhumane act and pointed to the spider which was now descending his cape.
He flicked it off and crushed it with his heel. "Why must you be such a baby, Loki? It is a spider, nothing more than a small inconvenience." He ripped open another foil packet and shoved the contents into his mouth. They didn't entirely fit, so he crammed them into the back to make room.
I could stand his horrid ways no longer, so I left him alone and went to sit in the courtyard with my new iPod. With the discovery of dubstep in Asgard, I enjoyed watching father train while listening to my "tunes." I also enjoyed my short but frequent journeys to Midgard, where the inhabitants treated me the way all should. Not as a trickster and a liar, but as a ruler.
However, enough sentiment, back to the trouble at hand.
That evening, I decided to sit in my ceremonial dinner place, the seat next to Thor. That way, I would be ready.
"So then I said, 'Hiya!'" Thor spat chinks of pork across the table as laughter rang through the room.
"Yeah," a silent pause as Volstagg spoke, "I was there!"
The room once again erupted with laughter.
"Actually, it was more of a 'heeyop...'" I interjected.
Everyone stared silently at me, but started laughing again and I filled with a warm satisfaction.
"A toast to my little brother!" Thor said, shoving his cup in the air.
A hefty shout, and everybody brought their cups to their lips. Out of desperation, I squirted a grape in Thor's face. He stopped just short of drinking, and a playful mischief played across his features. He downed the drink in one gulp (obviously what he is famous for here) and started chucking peas into my carefully gelled hair. Tyr smacked Skuld in the face with his mutton, and said mutton ended up back in Tyr's face. The fighting went back and forth for about twenty minutes, wasted as everybody was.
"I am tired. I shall retire. I advise you all to do the same, as there is much adventure that awaits you tomorrow." Thor stood, smiled, then retreated to the bedroom.
I immediately followed, afraid for my brother. However, upon entry into the room, I was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Thor, still fully armored.
His loud snoring was a sign that all was well, and I took the sign graciously.
"It was... just a dream?"
I lied down in my bed and thought for a bit, but I soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Which was, thankfully,
dreamless.