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Chapter Two: Loki's Ceremony
(Three years later)
Loki's Room
Loki woke up with the sun shining in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He then realized that this was the day he was getting his title. He had turned ten a month ago, so he was ready.
Loki jumped out of bed, grabbed dressy clothes out of his closet and ran into the bathing room. He took a less than five minute bath, combed his hair, and got dressed. He then ran too Thor's room too see if him.
Thor was still half asleep when Loki knocked on his door.
"Yes?" Thor mumbled and opened the door.
"Well, you look ready," Loki said.
"Ready? I'm not even fully awake. Why does the ceremony have to be so early?" Thor didn't understand sarcasm.
"I don't know. Start getting ready," Loki replied.
"Fine, fine. I am going," Thor said and closed the door.
Loki went back to his room and sat on his bed too wait. He hoped he would get a good title. He really wanted to become the god of magic, but he knew it was unlikely. He couldn't think of anything else but the ceremony. He hoped that the cute girl whom he liked was there.
Loki was dozing off when a guard called his name.
"Your Highness, the All-Father requests your presence in the ceremonial room," the guard called.
Loki jumped up and walked with the guard to the ceremonial room. He straightened his clothes, fixed his hair, took a deep breath, and walked through the doors.
Ceremonial Hall
Frigga smiled as her youngest son entered the room. She couldn't help but feel a small twinge of sadness. Her little boys were growing up! All thoughts were lost when Loki kneeled at the base of the stairs. Odin rose and tapped his staff on the ground. Everyone silenced and focused on the young prince.
"Loki Odinson, you have become the age to receive your title. Though you may be ready in body, are you ready in spirit?" Odin asked.
"I am!" Loki replied, looking hopefully up at his father.
Odin nodded and continued. "Then, as king of Asgard, I hereby declare you as the God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies!"
Loki was shocked, Frigga cringed, and Thor stood with confused look on his face.
Loki slowly stood up and Odin places his hands on his shoulders. "Do you accept this title, for you shall be forever known by this."
"I-I d-do," Loki stammered. No one had ever rejected their titles, and he didn't want to act rude.
Odin beckoned for Loki to face the people. "Loki Odinson! The God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies"
The crowd took awhile to realize what happened. Then they started chanting Loki's new title.
Loki fought to hold back tears. His face was turning red with embarrassment and anger. How come Thor got a great title, while he would be know as the God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies?! Odin didn't even seem to notice Loki's agitated face. Frigga slowly glided down the stairs to join her husband and upset son.
"It will be alright," Frigga whispered to Loki. Loki's green eyes were glistening with unshed tears, which Frigga knew wasn't from joy. She was angry that her husband chose such an embarrassing title. Odin had treated the boys differently ever since Loki was brought home, but this was just rude. Loki deserved better! Frigga hoped that Thor's friends and the denizens of Asgard wouldn't tease Loki about his title.
Odin tapped his spear on the floor, silencing everyone. "There is a feast in the banquet hall, celebrating Loki's new title. Thank you for coming. Loki, the God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies!"
The crowd cheered Loki's title one last time, and then filed out of the ceremonial hall.
Loki continued to stand with his parents, trying hard to fight his tears. He was angry at his father and jealous of Thor.
Thor ran down the stairs to join his family. Fandral, Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun joined their families and departed for the banquet hall.
"Loki!" Thor pulled Loki into a bear hug and lifted him off the ground. "Did you see all the people here? It seems that all of Asgard was here!"
Frigga took one look at Loki's face and realized that the dark-haired prince didn't want to called out, with that title, in front of almost everyone in Asgard. "Thor, why don't you join your friends? We'll catch up," Frigga said.
"Alright then! See you later, Loki!" Thor shouted and dashed off to be merry with his friends.
"I will have to start the feast soon, so let's go to the banquet hall," Odin announced. Frigga nodded, took Loki's hand, and followed her husband to the hall.
Banquet/Festivties Hall
It was a another great feast, but Loki didn't have an appetite. He didn't want to be there, in front of everyone. Frigga kept trying to tell Loki he'll feel better if he ate something, but Loki mind was wandering.
"I don't feel very well," Loki whispered to his mother.
"Alright then, you can leave if you want," Frigga replied.
Loki nodded and slipped out of the banquet hall. Nobody noticed his absence, as usual. Hardly anyone ever noticed him, unless he was the center of talk at the evening meal or when he played major tricks.
Loki ran out to his garden. He had started one that was connected with Frigga's garden and orchard. Nobody was allowed in there except for himself, Frigga, and sometimes Thor. A magical barrier kept dangerous animals and regular denizens of Asgard out.
It was a cold autumn night, but it didn't bother Loki. He stopped by a pond, sat down, and started crying. He let his emotions overwhelm, as no one was around to judge him.
Banquet/Festivities Hall
"Are you alright?" Odin asked his wife.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little distracted," Frigga replied.
Odin looked around and noticed Loki's absence for the first time. "Where is Loki?" he asked.
"He said he wasn't feeling very well, so he went to his room. Should I go and check to see if everything is fine?" Frigga suggested.
"Yes. It is a shame he got sick on a day like today," Odin said.
"He probably just ate too much," Frigga replied sharply. "Tell Thor to go to bed at ten 'o'clock. You shouldn't stay up too late either, and don't drink too much."
With that, Frigga stood up and headed to find her youngest son. She didn't go in the direction of the boy's bedroom, but instead walked over to the gardens. Motherly instinct told her that Loki wasn't sick, but instead upset about the turnout of his ceremony.
Frigga found Loki hugging his knees with his head down, silently crying. She slowly approached him.
"I think it is a little too cold for you too be out here," Frigga said quietly, but loud enough for Loki to hear.
Loki jumped in surprise and spun around. He calmed down after he realized it was just his mother.
"Did the celebration end or did you just get bored?" Loki asked and sat back down.
Frigga sat down beside him. "I came to check on you."
"How did you know I was here?" Loki questioned and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Motherly instinct. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just ate too much."
"I highly doubt that you ate too much. You can tell me the truth, I won't tell anyone," Frigga assured him.
Loki sighed and poured out his feelings too his mother.
"I told your father too chose a different title. I know you wanted to be the God of Magic," Frigga said.
"It's not fair! Thor gets a good title, while mine is an insult!" Loki cried and put his head on his knees.
"Sometimes life isn't fair, but the way we act about it makes it worse or better."
"You weren't named the God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies, so you cannot say anything." Loki tried to push away from Frigga's hug.
"If you show that it doesn't bother you, people won't bother you about it."
"You're lucky. You got a title that you like."
"It doesn't matter that I like my title or not. Don't let this bother you. Everything will turn out fine in the end."
"You should be the Goddess of Making People Feel Better," Loki replied and leaned into his mother. She wrapped her arms around her and stroked his hair. Both of them looked up at the stars.
"Is there a ceremony for changing a title?" Loki asked.
"There has, but your title isn't the worst one. Magic is within you, use it for good reasons, and maybe your father will consider changing your title," Frigga replied.
"Everyone thinks that magic is for women and couldn't you change my title?" Loki questioned.
"Everyone in Asgard uses at least a little magic, so they cannot say anything. Do not let it get too you and you will be fine," Frigga answered. "As for your father, I cannot control this certain problem. He makes the final decision, but as his wife and your mother, I can persuade him. It doesn't matter what other people think about you, as long as you believe in yourself."
"Thank you," Loki whispered.
"Your welcome, my child," Frigga whispered back and kissed the sleeping Loki on his head. Frigga continued to stare at the stars, while Loki slept in her arms. She hoped that Loki would stay an innocent child and never grow up, but sadly it wouldn't happen. She loved both of her sons, no matter the title, parentage, or talents.
The brothers had earned nicknames over the years as well. Thor was the Thunderer, Blondie (by some of the Avengers), Princess (by Laufey), Brother (by Loki), The Mighty Thor, and Point Break (by Tony Stark). Loki was Liesmith, Silver-Tongue, Trickster, Brother (by Thor), Weaver of Lies, Slave (by Thanos), Prisoner (by the guards and Odin), and Rock of the Ages (by Tony Stark). As Loki grew up, he found himself using his title more as an excuse than anything else.
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