Loki sat in his own bedchambers, feeling nought but heavy frustration. How could he even get the All-Father to listen to him now?
He had barely managed to speak to Odin, let alone hold a meaningful conversation. And they had been at this supposed stalemate, at least since the convergence and his own feigned sacrifice.
His shoulders were slumped over, this feeling was nothing new to him, not really. He had known ignorance and obscurity many a time whilst following Thor around. Watching as his brother, the blonde god, took the limelight, casting his own brother into the shadows once more. He sighed and dipped his quill into the ink, deep in thought again as he began to write a diary of his day thus far.
He detailed everything that had happened. His visions of the Fates and the voices that plagued his every waking moment. He recognised one of the voices, it was feminine and yet annoyingly domineering. There were other voices too, all conspiring against someone of something. He couldn't focus on them so much when his own head was spinning with rejection yet again.
Then there was the banquet and subsequent celebration. What exactly was the celebration this time? It seemed to Loki that the Aesir never really needed a reason to celebrate anything, same could be said for the Einherjar. Perhaps living in the realm Eternal was reason to celebrate enough. He shook his head at that thought but wrote it down regardless.
Then he wrote about his solitary seating plan with none directly either side of his seated form. Others had purposely moved away from him, still unable to trust him after his malevolence whilst on Midgard. Furthermore, they were all still sour piss and vinegar about him trying to send the Destroyer after Thor.
The convened Gods had no idea, really. Loki was doing them all a favour, they just never saw his point of view, never understood the smart ways he chose to portray his actions.
The way they all acted around him was nothing new. If he thought in detail, he would think that he wasn't even a prince. He didn't feel like one anymore. Loki didn't feel like he belonged anywhere.
Odin had seen to that in his wisdom when he plucked him from his home realm in Jotunheim.
In effect, Loki had eventually forgiven him of that sleight, if only that thought could be reciprocated. He knew deep down that Odin had done it for other reasons that were not necessarily to do with peace betwixt realms. It was, however, something to do with the bigger picture. A life changing event, perhaps, of some phenomena that he yet was to learn of.
He had also been afforded the truth, although only a half truth, that in no uncertain terms, he had siblings, two brothers to be exact. The names of which, had been purposely withheld. Even Mimir was reluctant to tell of Loki's true family. And it wasn't like the young god could approach his parental components as he had slain his father in Odin's bedchambers before the whole dark elf debacle.
A rumour, nothing more, that both his siblings had been slain in battle when Thor had taken it upon himself to slaughter those that dared to oppose him. Those frost giants that even dared to step foot in Asgard bore the wrath of the God and he didn't go easy on them at all. He was merciless in his attacks, taking down each foe as it approached with the might and raw power of Mjolnir.
How was Loki to know of his true parentage, he had no idea that he was a shortened version of a true Frost giant. A babe in arms that Odin and Frigg had taken in and bestowed their seidr upon. They had made the blue babe of their own appearance, so he would fit in with the ideals of Asgard and the Aesirian way of life. He would have been slaughtered all the same by Tyr, had he known that there was the spawn of a frost giant here in Asgard.
At the time he had no idea that he was planting a heinous idea in his brother's head.
It was just a thought, but Thor was instantly focused. How dare they interrupt his crowning ceremony by attempting to steal the casket of eternal winters.
Writing it down seemed to help somewhat, it was calming and oddly relaxing.
A knock at the door interrupted his miserable mood. "Enter."
"My Lord, a message from Karnilla, she asked for this to be delivered to your hands alone." He stated clearly and lowered his golden tray allowing Loki to see the wax-sealed parchment scroll that lay atop.
He took the scroll but looked at it in mild confusion.
No, he would choose to look at it in privacy rather than have his retainer stare over his shoulder, ready to catch a glimpse of the message held within. "Thank you, Geir, you are dismissed." He said abruptly, turning his back on his retainer.
Having heard the door close behind him, he carefully broke the red wax seal and began to read.