Thor would always have the charisma, have the golden color that their society radiated. It was in everything about him, from the hair on his head to the words that he spoke to rally those around him.
Loki also knew that he was not like Thor. He was not similar in that caring, open persona that people seemed to flock to. Loki was crafty and his eyes were shifty, always wanting to see everything around him. Even though he made such effort to be offhanded and to only drift in and out, unimportant and so unnoticable, people knew. They had that odd ability to just know that something was not always right with him. Loki knew he was seen as too sly and too smart to be ignored.
But not Thor, he could not be ignored for another reason. Thor was not to be unseen for his looks, for his ability and for his potential. Even though he was stubborn and blind to everything around him, Thor did not care. It was further infuriating how it always worked out for him, that Odin would turn his judgement away because Thor was his first son and heir.
And that was comforting for Loki, to know that even as those around changed, Thor was still the same when they were kids. But the situation and the world were not the same as they were young. Loki was not the same he had been.
He no longer had the raw hope of being ruler; Loki now knew it would not come so smoothly as it would come for Thor. He remembered the little, playful spits they had on who would truly be the one sitting on that chair of gold, holding their father's staff. Daily life was no longer playful anymore, even though that was what Loki just wanted. He was just playful, just joking.
But even he, the ruler of mischief, could not joke with the prospect of the situation around him.
He desired praise, of favor. Presently it seemed Thor was the only one who deserved recognition for what he did in battle when Loki was busy solving mysteries of the realms. He wanted to compete against Thor, to finally win, but it was beginning to seem so helpless now.
