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Chapter Six:

"It was once foretold that the god known as Loki would bring upon the ruin and downfall of all men and gods within the Nine Realms," Loki read out loud to himself. Staring at the pages, as if they would magically rearrange it's wording to something more pleasant, he threw the book across his room. Flopping down on his bed, he let out a frustrated cry; the words downfall of all men and gods rang in his head, over and over, tormenting him. How could he bring upon the destruction of the Nine Realms, Loki thought to himself, bringing his legs up to his chest, trying to bring himself some comfort.

Why would he want to bring Ragnarok? "I'm happy here, aren't I?" he asked himself. But deep down, he knew that he was lying. He always knew that there was something different about him. Otherwise, why would Father always ignore and belittle him on everything he does and always praises Thor, even when his brother's done something wrong. Why else did the people of Asgard always whisper behind his back, calling him ergi or argr because of his magic and fighting style? But the one difference that stood out the most to him was his looks; he looked nothing like his family. Rolling off his bed, Loki stood up, and walked over to the full body mirror hanging on the wall. As he stared at his reflection he gazed at a small, slender young boy with pale skin, vibrant but pained green eyes, a mop of midnight black hair, and a mischievous yet melancholy smile. While his family all had golden blond hair and sky blue eyes, well except his Father, but he was just old. But being different didn't matter in the long run as long as he had his Mother and Thor's love. Right?

Crawling back onto his bed, Loki thought about how most people if they could, would tell him that he was jealous and spiteful of Thor. Sif had called him out on it plenty of times, especially when Thor had his back turned and Loki would deny it. But to tell you the truth, Loki was a little jealous of his brother Thor. What younger sibling doesn't get overcome by the green-eyed-monster every once in a while? While he was prone to feel a little bit envious of his brother, that didn't mean he hated Thor or wanted to hurt him. Loki loved his older brother. Thor was his protector and his first and only friend. His best friend in fact and he was Thor's as well. But did Thor truly feel that way about him anymore?

As the years went by, Thor had slowly stopped protecting Loki from the bullies that hurt him, whether it is by their fists or hateful words. Thor had even begun to recently join in with the taunting; telling him to know his place, and the doubts he felt kept building up within him. Would he really turn out like what the book said or would he be able to forge out his own future. Pondering all of the memories, emotions, and thoughts that had been evoked by the book for a while, Loki soon felt the sweet pull of sleep tugging on him. Curling up into the warm folds of his bed, he let his body and mind succumb to dreams of what may or may not happen.

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