Narrative P.O.V.
His ice eyes morphed as they stared into the nothing that was meant to be reality, his reflection glaring back at him with no recognition of who it was truly looking at. It wasn't him- it couldn't be, it just wasn't possible.
The illuminescence of the orbs began to change, a deep crimson flooding over his field of vision as even the colour became a blurred mess of lies. Everything was that way, his mind mixing together everything he'd ever known into a mess of catastrohpic destruction that his personal barriers couldn't push back any further.
The liquid ran down his face and, as he brushed it away, he found it crystallized and shattered as if it truly were part of him. Everything was just wrong with him- his true parents left him for the Asguardian's to kill, they didn't want mercy to befall on his life. He had always been destined to a life of pain as he grew up alongside his lighter, socially acceptable brother, watching him be raised to rule the kingdom that he felt that he was entitled.
Of course that was an escapade for everyone else to see, what he truly felt in his heart was utterly different and yet would be equally despicable in the eyes of his father- his adopted father.
He just wanted to be equal to his brother, if not ruled by him- freedom was a sweet lie after all, a lie that he confessed to dwelling upon on numerous occassions. He hated living in the shadow of someone who would try to make him feel equal but in their mind truly believed him to be lower than himself no matter how farfetched this idea was.
That shadow caused him to the madness that consumed his heart, forcing his grin whenever he saw the man that pushed him over the edge suffering, no disreguarding or regretting what he had created in the accursed realm of worthless creatures that hid in the shadows, kneeling and bowing to anything that told them to.
Recently though, his eyes, the lies that gave the illusion of trust and leadership but were truly smeared with darkness, had been falling upon some of the helpless creatures and observing them for no reason, fascinated by their unpredictable reactions and unprovoked reasoning. They were like the Asguardians, trying to rule each other only to have madness break out more than once or twice, murdering each other in cold blood.
There was one of them who had already taken everything that he once owned, reminding him that it was never to late to repent on earth but something nagged at him. He could do it- he could take over and finally reign over everything that desired to subjudgation. If it weren't for the constant lack of something that make his chest throb in excitement every time he thought of something related to it he would already have the measly sphere under his control.
It was her.
The black hair that she seemed to be constantly concious of, her [e/c] orbs that seemed to pull him further out of the darkness that he was trying to sink himself into and her comforting personality that seemed to cherish every moment that he spent with her.
He seized the chair in his hands, throwing it into the far white wall. Everything was white and he barely ever escaped from it- it was where he disappeared to every once in a while for a new found comfort that would stop him from returning to the hellish reality that was rejection.
The only person whom had treated him like this before was Frigga, Thor and that man treating him as if he were nothing more than a piece of dirt.
He always cared for his brother secretly, the feeling never being returned. He was always pushed away further and further. He probably never knew his brothers true intentions but, of course, that didn't matter now. As far as they were concerned he was a ridicule to their world.
He had left Asguard without a Kind, everyone else seeing it as the free world he never truly desired. He had started a new life, somewhere that he couldn't be harmed by their childish fantasies.
Now, though, he had his own fantasies- he had found someone who he found important to him, someone that he coud truly relish and she was simply an awakening away.
His skin began to turn a harsh blue, the pure light doing it no favours. It was the only pure thing that he actually recognised but it still hurt him, showed him things that he had never desired.
His skin showed light blue scars all across his body, the representation of every problem that he had occured. Most of them were purely representations of the mental scars that he had suffered but others were simply the truth beneath his illusions- the true pain that he'd discovered on the outside.
Rejection, cruelty and down right lies didn't help him. He was once told he was incapable of sinceritty and he knew that satisfaction would never be in his nature and he had suddenly started to fight against that truth, only discovering how to now and he had no idea why.
He was drawing himself out of his boxed, impure world.
Your P.O.V.
'What do you mean I can see them too?'
'The illusions- they're everywhere.'
'I really don't know what you mean Loki. Dad, you can go inside,' you turned around, looking over your shoulder only to discover and empty space, 'Dad?'
You looked back at the boy, noticing the fact that he was sniggering under his breath.
'You really don't get it do you?'
He looked back up at you, his previously calm eyes now filled with bent up anger that you couldn't help but to be unnerved by.
'Loki, please. You're not making sense.'
You reached your arm out, trying to place it on his shouldder when he slapped away in midair, forcing you to pull your hand out for a moment but you tried again, his face filling with anger and defeat.
'They're not real- llusions, like I said. You show everyone else who can do it just exactly what you desire most. He's dead, isn't he? Your mother is as well. My mother, if you want to call her that, died as well.'
'Don't do this to yourself Loki. I know... I know he's dead but it's comforting to be with him once in a while, remembering the other days, you know?'
'Not remembering- falling. You're being consumed. Don't do it. Don't let them make you like me.'
You felt the cold bringing itself through his green, flannel shir and spreading itself through your body again- everytime you touched him something like this seemed to happen, you seemed to grow colder. It made you want to pull away and take a step back but you refused to, your stubborness showing through.
'You're not being consumed, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm your friend. It'll be okay.'
'Friend? What's that- another lie that you humans use as an excuse, something to blame everything you do wrong on, what I was to my brother?'
'I'm a friend. That's all that matters.'
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into the house as you felt something dripping onto your shoulder, liquid falling through your blazer. His body was limp and he began to fall on you, his legs refusing to take control and his arms hanging loosely in gravity's contol.
'Liar.'
You felt the tears running onto your shoulder, a puddle of them beginning to run down your chest but you honestly couldn't care less- you needed to show him. You needed to show him how happy you were, how thankful you were, and just how wanted he really was.
'I know what it's like not to have anyone care, don't reminice on the past anymore. I'm going to help you have a better future. You're stronger than you think.'
'Is that really how this works? You just tell me what I am, try to support me with all your strength, until I fall further into the abyss than I would have without you?'
'No because I won't let you fall.'
You pushed yourself up further and lifted him so that he was standing upright, pushing him back slightly so that his tear ridden eyes were forced to look at you as you smiled.
'Whatever. I'm going to go.'
'What about the homework?'
'I'm not breaking my streak.'
He began to walk away, his back facing the door as you called him back, thrusting a coat into his arms. His house may seem to be only a short walk away but you cared to much to let him get hurt by the world's harsh weather. You pushed a coat onto your own body as he caught the other one.
'Please, put it on.'
He mumbled almost inaudibly to you under his breath as he swung the coat around his body, the bottom of it flying in the wind.
'Where are you going?'
'With you, I don't care where but I'm not leaving you at a time like this.'
'The cold never bothered me anyway.'
