Sat quietly, hidden within a shadow, he watched him.
He found he did that a lot. Watch. He silently watched him from the window as he trained in the bountiful gardens of their beautiful Asgardian palace. He watched him as they fought, united side by side in combat and he watched him with fury when they viciously fought each other. He watched him when he roared with mighty anger and he watched him when he roared heartily with laughter.
He watched him now at a banquet table, celebrating some great new conquest. He watched how everyone flocked to him, drawn to his energy. He watched with loathing as they all patted his back - the future great King of Asgard. He watched as everyone laughed with him and cooed. He watched as the musicians continued to play their instruments, creating music for everyone to dance to and he watched as they all courted him. He watched as servers brought out more and more exotic food dishes and he watched as he got first pick of everything. He watched as he drank and drank and drank, becoming more obnoxious by the moment.
His head hurt, he never wanted to be part of all this commotion and noise. He sighed in deep and then he watched with envy as their father talked of him as his 'golden child'. It was about as much as he could stomach, he climbed out from the shadow that loomed over him, standing up from the table and leaving his brother's muscular side.
He left for the door and almost made it all the way there, but he stopped. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and he watched as a tortured second child. He looked at his brother as he fought back hot tears and he watched as he enjoyed the life that he'd always wanted.