AN: Hey guys so this a quick one – shot about Loki. I've become extremely obsessed with the raven haired warrior and so I could not help but create a little something.
Hope you enjoy and as usual please read and review. Thanks.
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The golden haired one. Always have I lived In the golden shadow of my brother's immature success. With that easy smile and wink of an eye, it is easy for Thor to charm any Asgardian in his wake. Women, children, our father; Odin himself.
Even though we are bound by the same blood, we are polar opposites Thor and I. where he is fair and golden, my hair is black as night itself, my skin that of a porcelain doll, my eyes burn like emerald fire. I bare no true identity of a true Asgardian prince.
In all my years of growing up in Asgard I was treated as an outcast for my differences, even though the people around me tried pathetically to conceal their surprise at my appearance. Even though they had not the gall to ask me outright what my true heritage was, I knew that behind closed doors they all whispered suspicsiouscly: "where is the hair that shines like the sun? The eyes that that sparkle like the sea?" And I, meek and mild as an innocent child, would smile politely, and remember my formalities. Carry on as If I had not seen their judgmental glances.
What a fool I had been! Content to stand in the shadows whilst my brother was handed the war hammer of Odin by our father himself. I was supposed to be pleased for Thor, to congratulate him and whisper words of praise as I worshipped Asgard's new found protector, clasp my hand over his armour plated shoulder, smile and nod as if to say: "well done brother. You honour Asgard with your very presence."
After all, I had been trained my entire life for that one moment, and then when standing at the back of the great hall, concealed by a golden pillar at the great coronation, did I seethe with envy, with betrayal that Thor could be the anointed one, and I Loki became nothing but a lost sheep of the heard.
From that day, I vowed that I would rise as Asgards new prince. Darker of hair and darker of mind. Show my father and brother how a true prince would rule. I would have the whole world at my feet. Both Asgard and the worlds that lay beyond our own realm. I would have them all, I would have every realm and every living breathing specimen upon them.
I Loki, would be christened anew and become what I was born to do. Thor could be the god of thunder, I would be the god of mischief, and I would make his life hell.