Loki snuck off as soon as his father -along with every able bodied frost giant he could find- went to go confront the Asgardians that attacked. He was desperately making sure he would not be seen. Surely most of the tribe knew of the king's orders, and if not, they knew to bring him back home and make sure he did not escape once more.

The prince passed the others behind a huge shelf of ice, and almost got himself caught, for the translucent wall showed the muted colours of his necklaces and one of the Joutuns had called out. He nimbly hid within the shadows as three others searched for him, and he exhaled his relief as they turned back. Loki continued his trek to the warzone, and saw a militia of Asgardian warriors -led by none other than their brash prince, Thor- attempting to fight their way through the kings forces. Quickly braiding his hair down his back, Loki rushed forward to aid his brethren in combat.

His magic being his strongest asset, Loki felled a warrior by setting him ablaze in green fire. He felt ice gather around his clenched fists, and curved the stuff into daggers, and deflected the attack of another fighter. He slashed furiously at the attacking Asgardian, yet the other moved back. He stomped, sending waves of sharp ice toward the retreating Asgardian, and watched with satisfaction as the ice stabbed through him.

There were at least fifty in the group of attackers to begin with, but now there were definitely two less. Loki quickly fought his way through three more, and was feeling pretty proud of himself until Thor confronted his father.

The Joutun prince rushed to his father's aid and quickly threw up a barrier to protect his father. The mighty hammer Mjølnir bounced off of the barrier, yet it also shattered the thing, sending shards of green magic flying through the air after the impact.

"Stay away from my father!" Loki growled, glaring defiantly at Thor, who widened his eyes.

"My gods, you're a boy! Were you a woman, I'd court you!"

"And I would slit your filthy lying throat in answer, miserable Asgardian. What more do you want from our realm? You've taken away our power, what more do you wish to take?" Loki responded without missing a beat.

Laufey growled at his son. "Loki, I told you to stay home!"

"And I told you I wanted to fight!"

"Now is not the time for this. We will discuss this when we get home."

Loki clenched his fists and nodded slowly, turning back to the dumbstruck Thor. Loki deflected an arrow that was flying towards him, and retaliated with an arcane beam of magic at the assailant. Laufey fought behind him, and

Thor had gotten distracted and began fighting two Jotuns at once.

"You believe I cannot fight now, father?"

"I have seen nothing of your fighting skills, son." Laufey replied with a grunt of amusement.

"Well feast your eyes on this -might I suggest you duck?" Loki gathered from the energy in his core and channeled it to his hands. His father crouched, and the magic left his palms as huge beams of magick that demolished six

Asgardian warriors, three by each side. Loki shot a glance by his father, who nodded his approval before pushing him out of the way of yet another arrow.

"Good, but not good enough."

Loki grinned, then returned to the fray, renewed with the approval of his father.

He was soon separated from his father, and too soon greeted by Thor once again. The arrogant Asgardian swung Mjølnir at Loki, who barely dodged the swing and retaliated by throwing a punch with icicle-clad knuckles. Thor sucked his stomach in, but the blow scratched past his armour and slightly dipped into his flesh.

The cold seemed to make the injury worse.

Thor howled and, in his fit of rage, threw the hammer at the Jotun prince, almost knocking Loki's head clean off of his shoulders had Loki not ducked in time. Seeing as the ice was still embedded in Thor's abdomen, Loki pushed closer, making Thor scream in pain as the ice pushed through him, and the touch of the Jotun burned his flesh.

Loki widened his eyes at the discovery of what his touch could do, and he grinned, laying a hand on the crown prince of Asgard's face. He watched with revolting happiness as the flesh began to turn a sickly blue and charred where his fingertips rested. "Court me now, will you?" He drawled, hysteria rising.

If not for another Asgardian warrior coming to Thor's aid, Loki would have murdered him, slow and extremely painful. The warrior grabbed Loki by his solitary braid and yanked him away from Thor, causing Loki to growl and attempt to twist free. Another warrior gripped Thor firmly by the shoulders and hauled him to safety, while the one holding Loki's hair did not release his hold on the prince, and was, in fact, taunting him.

"Look at you! How could a frost giant be so small? And with all this hair, you must stick out like a sore thumb!"

"Be -agh!- silent, Asgardian scum! How dare you -ahh!- s-speak to the p-prince of Jotunheim in s-such a matter?!" Loki howled as the warrior yanked harder on the prince's hair.

"Oh, so you're a prince, are you? Disgusting! You Frost Giants are really lowering your standards, aren't you?"

"Shut up..." Loki growled, the taunts cutting through him like he did not so long ago to Thor. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he bit his lip, not wanting the words of some insolent Asgardian get to him.

He was so intently focused on the taunts and jibes he was easily susceptible to that he did not realise the magic overload, mixed with his anger and hatred, growing inside him.

"Aww, did I hurt the little prince's feelings?"

At the words "little prince", Loki lost it.

Afterwards, he wasn't sure why those words that he'd grown accustomed to had set him off in such a way.

The markings that riddled his body began to grow a deep green, as did his eyes. He felt the magic surge through him, a strong entity that thrived off of his dark feelings. Inside his mind, another Loki stirred, not quite awakened, but no longer fully asleep. His arms were now engulfed in pure magic, yet he felt nothing but the power coursing through him.

The prince pressed his fingers to the ground, and a sharp mountain of ice rose where the taunting Asgardian once stood. The release of his hair was not without some small sacrifice, for half of it had been cut off, and the braid unfurled at the severed ends. Loki stood, still glowing, and raised his palm to a small group of warring Asgardians, who were unaware of the prince's sudden change. Loki shot at them a huge ball of arcane light, and felled them all -along with an injured Jotun- in that one hit. He scanned the battleground in search of Thor, but it seemed that the rainbow bridge, the Bifrost, had already taken the injured prince back home.

Dismay rose through him, making the magical flames crawl up over his shoulders and lick at his chest. He quickly killed every other thing that was not his own kind, and with every fallen Asgardian, a fresh wave of hatred would flood over him, soon turning him into a growling beast, covered in the green aura, which shaped itself into a serpent-like shield. His eyes were now pulsing between red and green as he looked around for another one of the disgusting brutes that threatened his realm. He saw only the fear-stiffened members of his tribe, and he growled at them, as if to stop their staring. His mind told him to kill anything that moved, yet the shreds of his memories stopped him from doing so. Jotuns cowered from the small prince as he stepped between them, glowing red eyes searching for prey. It was only when his father approached him that he calmed.

"Loki," Laufey spoke with strange quietness. "What more is there to hunt? You've gotten them all, my son. I could not be more proud."

The rage in Loki's body drained as quickly as it had arrived, and the magic began dulling down. Loki's eyes returned to the orangey-red colour and no longer glowed. "You are truly proud of me?"

"Yes."

Loki felt the magic leave him, and the semi-dormant being locked inside of his mind was now silent and, seemingly, asleep once more.

"Thank you," he whispered before falling into Laufey's arms, unconscious. Laufey smiled grimly at his son.

"Now is not the proper time to be thanking me, my son."

He carried his son easily in his arms, and ordered for the remainder of his army to follow. Laufey was pleased at how little casualties he'd had this time, yet he could not help but wonder if they would have survived had Loki not lost his mind mid-battle.

The king looked down at his son, peaceful in his arms.

"What have you become?"

HEY THERE MORTALS. MISS ME? I know you did uvu Lol Sorry, I was really sick and had bad writer's block and I'm sorry ~ Mwaaahhhh~ Don't hate me~~