Loki sat confidently in his throne. It had only been a few weeks since he took over. Only a few high position in Asgard new the truth about Odin, the true king. He had been banished in a way but he wasn't hurt. He was still alive and still a threat. Unorthodox: That's what he would use to describe is assent to the throne. Although it's true, Loki wanted to be king so much to invade other planets but in truth he deserved it. He was good if he had his throne. He was humble if people applauded his name instead of Thor's or Odin's. Now he had all he wanted but nothing felt right.
Loki sat in his throne; he was king of a land that didn't want his rule over them. He had no followers, had lost his father long ago, his brother was best left alone, and the only person who truly cared for him was dead.
Sighing, "Mother, I need you guidance," Loki whispered to himself.