AN: As cool as Marvel is, none of it belongs to me and the only profit I gain is your enjoyment. Constructive criticism is welcome but hate mail will just feed my chimney. Thank you!
Elizabeth
"What is your name?" "Loki." "What kind of name is Loki?" "What kind of name is Lizzie?" "My mommy gave me that name. 'S short for 'lizabeth." "Where is your mother now child?" "The men in white had said she went to heaven." "And your father?" "...I don't have one..." "...you mean to tell me you don't have anyone to care for you?" "Well the nuns at the orphanage try but there's so many of us and I got tired of all the kids picking on me for being the youngest..." "So you ran away?" "Hmm mm" "And how long have you been missing?" "I ran away a few days ago." "And no one has been looking for you?" "...no..." "Hmmm... Tell me kid how would you like to travel with me?" "Really?! And where would we go?" "Wherever you want milady."
I opened my eyes slowly as the dream faded away to be greeted by the sight of a cell in Asgard. Everything was a fogged up memory. And all I could remember was peals of laughter surrounded by lilies. I could not even recall how I came to be back in this golden cage. As I looked around the fragments of my memory started coming together and I could recall a vague scene of a battle in Midgard. I knew right away that I had lost the supposed battle and was locked away in the dungeons of Asgard. Before I could delve deeper I felt the presence of the only person who made me feel like a child all over again. I tried to ignore the way her eyes bore into my back before morphing my face into a sneer and turning around.
"I can't imagine that Odin actually allowed you down here...Frigga."
"Despite what you may believe I do not always adhere to the rules your father sets Loki. And not even he could prevent me from seeing my son."
I scoff at the mention of my so called father. "Is that what I am? Your 'son' I thought I was just another war relic. Put away to entertain the 'mighty Thor' until the All-Father would have use of me."
"That was never our intent for you. We hid the truth to spare you the pain you at experiencing right now." Her words did nothing to assuage the anger simmering beneath the calm.
"Well that hardly matters now does is, since I have always been placed beneath Thor since the very beginning. Whatever pain you were hoping to 'spare' me came long before this was revealed."
Moth- Frigga released a sigh that never failed to make me feel guilty for my actions. Even now I could see in her eyes that her love for me was sincere, on her part at least. After all this I wanted nothing more than to please her just so she could smile at me the way Odin never did. I turned away and squashed the thought immediately.
"Go to your husband Queen Frigga. I'm sure the queen of Asgard has better things to do than spend her time dallying in the dungeons with criminals, especially a lowly frost giant." After a moment of silence I was sure that she had left already that I was surprised by her voice.
"Regardless of anything you may believe, I have raised you as my son Loki and you will continue to be so even when you lose your way."
The warm feeling that had settled in my chest since her arrival suddenly disappeared and I knew that once I turned she would no longer be there. And that I was the bigger fool, for she would always be my mother.
How did this get so bad? Everything that I had worked so hard for just slipped through my fingers. After so many years I went from being the odd son to a traitorous, jotun beast. I felt a spark of rage towards the All-Father for damning me to this fate. The blasted old man had to save me out of the "goodness" of his heart, just to dress me up like a puppet and offer me to his son like a brand new toy.
Maybe it is time to leave it all behind me. As soon as I get the opportunity I will break out of here and leave this wretched place forever. It's time that I start looking out for my own interests and let Asgard burn itself to the ground. For so long everyone used me for my skills without one speck of gratitude. Maybe now they'll see how useful my "tricks" actually were.
My only regret is to leave my mother behind.