Why wasn't he good enough? Why was he never good enough?
Those had been the questions that ran through his head when Odin's eye turned from him to Thor, each time he was ignored by the rest, every time he was berated and scolded and mocked for taking advantage of his natural talents the rest called slyness and trickery and even then it all made sense. Everything. The hate, the scorn, the never being good enough. The anguish that came of wasn't Odin's son, there was no relation at all. Thor wasn't his brother nor Frigga his mother. His blood ran a different color, his skin so cold it would even hurt a his life he had been lied to! And the irony of such a statement coming from the god of lies could do nothing but make him laugh when he thought of it. A sad, painful laugh that made him want to cry more than anything.
He wasn't an Asgardian, he never had been. Though he had been raised as a prince, though he had taken up the burden of kingship when there was no one else to rule… when he killed the greatest threat to Asgard, the Jötun Laufey, his father… he was still reviled.
When he had touched that coffin and found the truth there was understanding, true understanding. Not the kind he had tried to convince himself with that favor for Thor wasn't there, that he was imagining thing, that, that… he was loved. He had almost done it too, but even the God of Lies can't lie to himself. He had almost tricked himself into thinking he was good enough jut being Loki, almost thought they accepted him, almost thought everything would be fine and plans would go exactly how they should to make his brother a true King of Asgard. Almost thought they were family.
But even now, as he fell surely to his final death, all he could hear as Odin's disappointed voice. It was an echo of his childhood, his maturity, his entire life, condensed into a single, two-word sentence, "No, Loki."
No, Loki. No, Loki, NO, Loki. NO, LOKI. NO, LOKI!
No… Loki…
Even as he sacrifices himself for them, his traitorous father and idiotic brother, they still disapproved of the not-blood Loki Laufeyson…
His vision grew black as the stars that surrounded him continued to flash by, nothing more than white and red and yellow streaks across the black void. He continued to fall, his descent would be stopped by nothing less than the planet of the mortals, Midgard. And death would surely take him to Hel, the kingdom of his beloved daughter. Only another on the list who despised him…
That is not a typo in the title, if you catch the reference, then kudos and I'll probably give you a prize of some sort if you are the first to guess correctly~! Ooh, prize!
Anyway, Thor... Loki was always my favorite, even when I was just a wee tyke and all I knew of him was the freaking awesome Norse stories (known to most as myths). Then the comic books, which rock as well, and now the movies. Loki holds a special place in my heart, as do most antagonists and characters that are truly sad and desolate... but that's another story. But! He is the two combined, plus being my favorite god, and so there you have it.
Oh, there was a picture that inspired this work, it's absolutely beautiful and gloomy and forlorn. I really suggest you check it out and fav! pannka144. deviantart art/Loki5-307522837