I have never felt regret, not the true remorse so rarely spoken of in this realm, hidden within the songs of old. It is that very thought that drives me toward the creeping
revelation that I was wrong. Wrong to treat Loki as I did, or maybe even wrong to steal into the casket chambers and slip away with a green eyed baby in my arms. I
could always notice the way the boy hovered behind his brother, the ever present shadow that, though as bright as the moon, blended into the darkness. He was, is, my
son, and always will be, but Thor was so much easier to handle, with his combat skills his only priority. Loki was concerned with books and magic and dark corners fit for
solace. I was perhaps wrong, then, to force the child into a world so different than the one he came from, the realm made of darkness so thick that it seeped into his
blood, that he carried it with him his entire life. I was perhaps wrong, then, to give my attention to Thor, the boy whose blood was my own. I should have seen it, really,
the fading light within Loki's eyes, the childish pout that slowly disappeared as he schooled his features into a mask of nothing, but I was too concerned with my realm,
my duties that have long been dormant, and with Thor, never Loki. The love in my heart was always there, but I did not give my heart, now did I? No. Instead, I gave
my lies and I never told him the truth and when the day finally came, when the moment arose, I could not even give my voice. Now, as I sit on my golden throne, my
wife strangely absent from my side, I think back to that moment, that single silent moment in the world just before everything fell into disrepair. I have never felt
regret, but as I remember his eyes, eyes that shone with the pain of such great betrayal, I feel it deeper than any wound.
Please R&R! Who do you think I should do next? )
