NOTE: This is just a silly little story I made up after watching the movie Thor for the umpteenth time. I own nothing apart from my love for the Marvel Universe. ;D
Loki grazed the shining blade against his left thigh, flat side down to prevent injury to himself. He constructed the face of his brother in his mind and imagined the thigh as his brother. Mid-length blonde hair with ginger undertones, ivory skin and bright blue eyes. Handsome, strong, powerful... everything an Asgardian king should be. Loki hated him deeply.
No. A better explanation would be that Loki envied him. The brothers were polar opposites of each other. Thor was broad shouldered and muscular, whilst Loki had a lean, hungry look about him. Thor stood strong, the center of attention at every party whereas Loki preferred to stalk in the shadows and stand by himself. Thor used brute strength to fight, yet Loki found that wielding the weapon of magic was easier.
Their father Odin claimed to love them both equally, but Loki knew that he favoured Thor more. It wasn't surprising as he was the first born. Most of the Asgardians preferred Thor as well; something about Loki unsettled them. He had a dark force stirring inside of him, desperate to reach the surface and release the destruction.
Loki knew fine well the extent of his powers and he was aching to unleash it. He knew he was more intelligent then his brother, more cunning and this was an advantage Loki relished in. This was why he held on, plotted in the darkened shadows. Thor was strong, but stupid. He had the mind of a warrior, not a king. Why didn't Odin see that Loki was a better choice? He would lead the Asgardians into a new age, the Golden Age of freedom and prosperity. Thor would guide them back into darkness, luring the frost giants out of their caves so they could defeat the new warrior king and crush Asgard's spirit, figuratively and literally.
In anger, Loki threw the blade across the room. It flew in a perfect straight line, flipping until it lodged itself into the wall. Loki took a breath to control himself, then walked over to the blade. He pulled it out with a smirk.
The door knocked twice, followed by a tentative question by a servant. Loki answered that he was ready and his hands found his helmet lying near him. Placing it on his hand, Loki took another breath then left the door, ready to enter the Grand Hall for his brothers coronation.