Timeline: Thor The Dark World
Year: 2013
His people hated him for his actions, yet they never thought what he had felt or what he had gone through, all they did was insult him and throw dirty looks at him for the deeds he hadn't committed and now he sat here, in his cell, remembering, for that was all he had left to do now...
Loki pushed open the doors of the treasury, standing unsure in the doorway. The treasury seemed to be dark and gloomy and the walls loomed with shadows that Loki had so feared when he was young. Now though, Loki felt more than afraid. He felt extremely unsteady.
He walked forwards hurriedly, not caring to be cautious, not caring if anyone came to ask what he was doing here, not caring if the Destroyer came and killed him, all he wanted was to be sure that he wasn't what he thought he was-because if he were to believe he was "that", then his world would break apart.
He ignored all the relics he walked past, not glancing at them, not even once for he had his eyes and mind on only one relic, the Casket of Ancient Winters.
It seemed like a long road, reaching the Casket, the very relic he had used to fear and at the end of the road, he wished it didn't end for Loki was afraid that the answer he may find would break him.
Slowly, he reached to hold the Casket in his hands but then hesitated. What if this was all for naught? What if he was worrying himself for nothing? Loki was afraid of the answer himself and his hands hung in between grabbing hold of the Casket and pulling his hands away from it but then Loki decided that the truth was what he needed because if he didn't find out the truth now, he would always have a feeling of insecurity in his heart and therefore, once again, slowly reached out for the Casket and grabbed hold of it, lifting it up a little bit as he did.
As he picked up the Casket, his hands went numb. Cold slowly seeped through them and in time, after several hesitant and fearful moments, to Loki's sorrow and horror, his hands started to turn into a cold, icy blue.
Loki felt his eyes water, felt his heart break into a bajillion pieces, felt the numbness and cold that was now seeping up to his arms slowly turning him blue , felt the hurt of it all, yet couldn't overcome it.
He let his tears drop silently, not making any effort to wipe them and he didn't make a move even when the Destroyer came outside to finish off the intruder that was him. It was only when he heard the doors open and a loud "Stop!" That Loki felt something other than the feeling of numbness and cold in his whole body as he realized that his father had arrived.
The Destroyer stepped back in at the command and a few moments passed in silence before Loki spoke, his voice cold, "What am I?"
"You're my son" replied his father confidently from the doorway.
Loki slowly put the Casket down and his normal pale skin colour started to appear, the blue fading away slowly, and wiped his tears without his father knowing. He braced himself and turned around, ever so slowly as he spoke "The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day was it?"
His father looked regretful and depressed, almost as if he didn't want to answer Loki's question. Alas, he said "No". He continued as if every word was costing him greatly,"In the aftermath of the battle, I found a baby. Small for a Jotun's offspring, assumably abandoned, suffering and left to die-"
"-Laufey's son" he finished.
"Laufey's son" repeated Loki almost disbelievingly. He couldn't express how hurt he was, how his heart ached from pain and how sorrow gripped his heart. Not only was he not the son of the parents he held dear, he was the son of a race of monsters, the son of their king, Laufey.
"Why?" He said, tears brimming in eyes once more, threatning to fall. "Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood, why did you take me?"
"You were an innocent child" said his father, trying to make Loki understand how much he cared for him.
"No" denied Loki, unable to accept what he thought was an obvious lie. "You took me for a purpose, what was it?" His words were steeped in anger and rage that he barely kept inside him.
When his father refused to answer his question, Loki's rage finally spilled out along with his tears as he shouted "Tell me!"
"I thought we could bring about an alliance one day-" started his father, regretfully. "-bring about permanent peace with the Jotuns, through-you"
Loki couldn't express how hurt he was by this statement, he just couldn't. It was too much for him. For a few horrible moments, he stood there in silence before managing to say "So, I am no more than a stolen relic? Locked up here until you might have use of me?!"
His father, whether he showed it or not, was hurt incredibly by those words and so, he said "Why do you twist my words?"
"You could've told me from the beginning who I was, why didn't you?!" Said Loki angrily and sorrowfully, through all the tears.
"My son- I only sought to protect you from the truth" said his father equally sorrowfully.
"Why?!" Yelled Loki, a fresh cascade of tears running down his face. "Because I-I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?!"
His father started to collapse to the ground but Loki was too immersed in his own hurt and grief to notice how hurt his father was at the moment. His father tried to speak, to reach out to Loki, but his strength was fading while Loki continued to yell, his voice echoing around the treasury, amplifying his hurt and anger a hundred times.
"It all makes sense now!" He shouted. "Why you favored Thor all these years! Because no matter how much you claimed to love me, you could never have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"
Loki's words had finally become too much for his father. He collapsed completely, succumbing to his pain as he fainted while still trying to reach out to Loki. Loki realized too late, however, how his actions had hurt his father and therefore, ran up to his father as he fainted and held his warm hands in his own as he cried out "Guards! Guards, please help!"
Loki sat with these thoughts in his head, crying freely for this was all he had left to do.
I know I'm horrible whe I write sad stories...This is a oneshot tho, obviously.
