No one caught sight of Loki until the following night. He had sat in his room simply thinking while daylight burned. Bouncing between emotions all day, Loki had finally come to terms with…

Anger.

Loki stormed down the hall towards Odin's throne room, a dark look in place. He had a few choice words for his "Father." Odin didn't appear startled when the doors burst open. Loki marched right up to Odin and demanded, "Why?!"

Odin rose from his seat. "Loki, please, what are you asking?"

"Why didn't you tell me I was a Frost Giant?!"

The words slipped from Odin for a moment. The King heaved a long-suffering sigh. "Ah…that."

"Ah…that?!" Loki imitated, disgusted. "You took me from the Temple, didn't you? During the war? Yes or no?"

"Yes."

Loki's lip curled. "Then, you took me for a purpose. What was it?"

Odin looked hesitant to reply.

"TELL ME!" Loki's shout rang through the chamber. Odin tapped a finger on his staff.

"I had hoped, one day, you could unite our kingdoms and bring about a peace between Asgard and the Jotuns."

Loki waved a hand at the walls around him. "So, what, I'm just another stolen relic, locked up-here-until you might have use of me?"

Odin didn't answer. Loki scoffed. "Some Father you are. Maybe I was better off in Jotunheim. Here, everyone betrays me." He stormed out, and the large golden doors slammed shut with magic.

Sorry this chapter is so short, but I just divided this up into parts. Next, more backlash!