Loki's Significant Affection
Prologue
One would presume that because I am a prince I would have nothing to wine and moan about, am I wrong? Well if I was my brother than no I would have nothing to despair, but I am not, I am Loki Laufeyson; a prince of Asgard suffering eternal torment. From the day I was adopted nothing went right, I desperately tried to impress my hellish father Odin but I failed miserably, instead I have spent the majority of my pathetic life basking in the strides of my older brother Thor. Thor a name that filled me with jealousy, he was what I always wished to be, handsome, popular among Asgard and earth shatteringly powerful – his hammer greater than any weapon those meaningless humans at S.H.I.E.L.D possess. I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be loved like he was. Accepted by the people as he was and respected by our father. Despite all this jealousy and hatred I still loved him. I always loved him. You could say I was in love with him. But do not misjudge me this is not a tale of incest, this is the tale of my eternal love for the girl they named Felicity Roswell. An angel if there ever were one.
