Some time he wondered, what would his life look like if he took the sword instead of his sorcery. Would it be different? Would he be accepted? Every time, he reached the same conclusion: no.

Even so, why would he be the one that needed to change? His power could help in way brute force could not, his smart could resolve problem before they degenerated. His look made him desirable to many race even if his brother tended to be the one they went for, he was the crown prince after all.

Loki was standing on the Bifröst, looking at the universe. He dreamed of exploring all those worlds, see their wonder and life form. As he looked back at the end of the rainbow bridge, he saw the eternal guardian of Äsgard. He was standing, silently, staring with his all-seeing eyes at the universe, searching for any danger for the realm.

When he was young he saw him as an everlasting wall, protecting the kingdom from all danger and loyal to the crown no matter what. As time passed, he finally saw him for what he was, a man. He could remember every time he went against Odin's orders, allowing his brother and friends to go on their adventures. He looked back at the castle and sighed.

His brother wanted to invite all of Äsgard ally to his coronation and when he tried to made them see reason and made this event more "discreet" his father sent him out, hence his presence on the Bifröst.

As usual his mother stood behind his father looking at him apologetically. He could not fault her. Women, save a few and the Valkyries, were not seen as men's equal in Äsgard. He walked back to the palace and looked around him. People were happy, they would soon have their golden prince as a king and their Kingdome would soon prosper even more.

He went to the training yard and sat on the stand. He took off his helmet and ran a hand in his hair. He thought about his plan and could not find any other way to leave without being branded as a traitor to the realm and hunted down. Luckily, the council had accepted without problem and he would be able to leave before the coronation. How his father never heard of it he couldn't understand, he was the Allfather, the god of knowledge. Hugin and Munin should have reported his dealing with the council but somehow he heard nothing from him.

As he was thinking, Thor and his friends came in and began to trade blow. Lady Sif was on the side tending to her sword and shield. He cloaked himself and left. As he did, he missed Sif looking in his direction.

For as long as she has known him, she never managed to understand him. While they went on their adventure, he would some time make sarcastic joke or amuse them with a show of magic but he never spoke about himself. He went with them but that was the end of it. He never stayed with them to feast when they returned and rarely talked about his adventure with them.

As much as she wished to talk with him, he just smiled at her and dismissed himself. She wondered where he gained the surname Silvertong or lie-smith as he almost never spoke to anyone. Sometime she imagined him talking, smiling and laughing with her and her friends. She could picture it and it felt right to her but no matter what she imagined he just kept his distance.

As she kept sharpening her sword, Thor was also thinking of his brother. As century passed, he finally saw that his brother was distancing himself from his family. At first he did not pay attention but he could not ignore how less he saw his brother outside of their adventure. Even his father asked him about Loki for he did not speak with him for weeks and wished to know how he was doing from Thor's point of view.

Thor was worrying, a silent Loki was a Loki with a plan. He did not know what it was but it couldn't be good.

Back in his chamber Loki was reading the letter sent by the council. They had moved up his departing date to the moment he read the letter. They couldn't wait to get rid of him it seemed.

He put the letter down and had a content smile. He took out the letter for his mother and put it on his desk. Taking his few possessions and put them on a storage dimension he created a few centuries ago.

He put down his armour on his bed next to the letter to his mother and went out of the castle dressed as a common man. Reaching the Bifröst, he saw no one but Heimdall waiting for him.

"Prince loki, the council told me to wait for you."

Loki nodded and began to walk to the end of the bridge.

"Do not call me prince anymore, I'm but a common man now. Set the bridge to Midgard and I'll be gone."

Heimdall raised an eyebrow but kept walking silently next to the former prince. As they finally reached the end of the Bifröst, Heimdall set down his sword and nodded to Loki who simply smiled at him before the rainbow made him disappear to Midgard.

"Farewell Prince Loki, may fortune smile at you."