Twisted. Deranged. Evil. These are but a few words ascribed to me, and I'll admit they're not all that far from the truth. I am Loki, after all. Somehow the wheels of fate turned so now I am no longer the stupid, naïve boy I had once been. Some days I wish for those days to return to me, but more recently the thought makes me laugh. Return to days of sheer ignorance? Ha! A fool's wish. For now…Now I have bigger, better plans to take hold of Asgard once and for all. Although, Thor makes my job much more tedious than it need be. He's little more than an overgrown pup, still dependent on his mother and father. He still clings to our nonexistent 'brotherhood.' Why he cannot seem to accept that we never were, nor ever will be, brothers, I will never know.
It is no secret that our relationship is rocky at best. And I will admit, there are times at which I find Thor, at the very least, tolerable. The real problem is Odin. Of course, my…relationship…with my 'father' is no secret, either. He is a vile man, not worthy of the throne he sits on and the crown atop his head. He hates me not so much for who I am as for what I am. A king looking for peace suddenly decides a man of another race is unworthy, disgusting, shameful, merely because he has access to the Asgardian throne? Ever since Thor's banishment and my learning of my true nature, I have become a monster in my own home. And now that I look back on it, I can see where and how Odin distanced himself from me when, in those same areas, he tried his hardest to become closer to Thor. It goes without saying that he succeeded. He has Thor dancing in the palm of his hand—more or less. While Thor claims to love me as his only younger brother, his loyalty to Odin prevents him—and always will prevent him—from treating me like his 'only younger brother.'
I will give it to all who favor Thor that an argument that he has treated me like a blood brother could be made. A good, if not convincing argument, as well (what? I'm not stupid. Perhaps…blind to his rights due to the wrongs of his father). I cannot and will not, however, ever forgive Odin or Thor for who they are because of what they've done.
Now Odin denies me what had become my birthright the moment he 'adopted' me because I am a Jotun. I am his son—and that involves being an heir to the throne. But suddenly I am not an option when I've come of the age, because of my blood? Everything fell into place after that. The loss of purpose entailed, in all reality, the loss of my humanity.
The straw that broke the camel's back.
The single lie that tore out a man's soul, ripping away the fragile mindset of a child, that he could do anything?
A mistake that tinged my world red.
That froze my heart over.
That numbed me to the core.
At the time all this happened, it broke me. Hurt me. Now it is the fuel to my fire, the reason I know what I am doing is right. The reason I can look a man in the eyes and kill him without a shred of remorse. But even while the pain is gone, the lacking of a purpose is not. So I must give myself a purpose. And it didn't take me long to find that purpose after this realization.
I will end this.
I will end this way of living.
I will eliminate it from its source.
Odin will pay for his decisions. I will strike him from his throne as blood spills around him—blood not on my hands—but his own.
The tesseract is mine.
No victory will ever taste as sweet.
But what is the fun in being completely outright?
This will be my greatest trick yet.