It was hard for Odin to see his son getting hurt, but as the King of Asgard and the protector of the Nine Realms, he had to make sacrifices. He was forced to make decisions for the greater good, even though if it would hurt himself or his loved ones. It was the burden he had to bear. He exhaled slowly, letting himself sink into the throne, why did it have to be her out of all people in all the worlds? He thought, rubbing his eyes wearily. He was anxious about Loki and how he would manage his loss, nevertheless his fears seemed to be groundless, after nine months the Demigod appeared to be his old self again. What the Allfather didn't know was that his adopted son was not at all like his old self. Loki had been locking himself up in his chambers for a while, until Thor had forced him to join his battles again, thinking he was merely bored. The fights distracted the God of Mischief, especially since he enjoyed using his skills once more. Little by little he had started mocking people with his magic again, finding the fun in seeing his fellow Asgardians scratching their heads confused, spinning around bewildered or even being petrified out of fear. He had not been creating illusions for over three years and now, after his experience of love and loss, he did nothing else, which was a way of overcoming his pain by embarrassing innocents, laughing at them when they reacted to his illusions. Probably it was not the healthiest strategy, however Odin had never known him any different, for him it was nothing to be anxious about. He even dared to hope that the visions of the clairvoyant had been wrong and Thor was ready to be crowned. He truly wanted to believe that he didn't have to implement his plan, which he had forged out nine months before, because if he ought to, then he would hurt both sons and his wife even more. Maybe the Allfather didn't have to intervene and force his son to become mature, he would have faith in both of his sons and that Thor would be ready and Loki would provide him with council, just like Frigga always believed.
All of them wander around and have no clue about life. Loki thought, standing at the balcony, sighing annoyed. He was looking down on the people that walked past the palace. All of them pretend to be innocent, but sadly they are just naive and manipulative, I could overrun them all. Yes, the Demigod seemed normal and himself, he was laughing, having fun with his brother and Thor's friends everyday, however he never showed the frustration that was hidden behind his bright eyes and facade of mockery. He had never forgotten about his love and the more time passed, the more he began breeding anger. It was Thor's easy life that offended him. The God of Thunder had not to worry about anything, being served all day long, treating everyone around him as his slaves and never being in the inconvenient situation of making difficult choices. He was living in a golden cage, how could someone like that become a great king? No, something had to happen so that Thor would finally get to know life and could learn how much it hurt. Unfortunately nothing would happen by chance, so that something was going to be up to him.
"Another!" Thor howled, tossing the empty mug in the firebowl, standing proudly in front of the flames. Loki had been waiting for his brother behind the curtains of the throne-room. He was dressed in his armor and helmet with enormous horns, his green cape was waving in the air, while he walked. The God of Mischief appeared from behind the cloth, smirking at his brother, who strode across the aisle, boasting his armor with a red cape and his hammer, Mjolnir. He came to a stand in front of the entrance that lead to the throne and his coronation.
Loki walked up to him and placed himself next to him, facing the same direction as Thor. He glanced at the blond from the side with a grin. "Nervous, brother?"
Thor burst out in a laugh. "Have you ever known me to be nervous?"
"Oh, well, there was the time in Nornheim." He chuckled.
"That wasn't nerves, brother. It was the rage of battle."
"Ah, I see." Loki said sarcastically.
"How else could I have fought my way through a hundred warriors and pulled us out alive?" Thor still sounded sure of himself.
"As I recall, I was the one who veiled us in smoke to ease our escape." The God of Mischief explained his side of the memory. An attendant approached with another cup of wine.
"Some do battle, others just do tricks." Thor smirked.
The servant stifled a laugh, not noticing that Loki was looking at him with narrowed eyes. Why was this imbecile laughing at that unfunny commentary? He made a gesture with his hand towards the wine, which vanished and changed into three beautiful, black snakes, hissing and slithering out of the mug. The attendant dropped the tablet with the cup on it out of shock. The Demigod couldn't hold a laugh, seeing the man looking at him with fear in his eyes.
"Loki!" Thor said with a reproving undertone. "Now that was just a waste of good wine."
"Oh, it's just a bit of fun, right my friend?" The God of Mischief said to the terrified man, waving with his hand, to make the snakes disappear. The brothers stood next to eachother chuckling, while the servant cleaned the mess on the ground, backing away insecure.
A different attendant appeared, bringing Thor's helmet.
"Nice feathers." Loki scoffed, seeing the Eagle-wings.
"You don't really want to start this again, do you, Cow?" Thor laughed.
"I was being sincere." The Demigod countered.
"You're incapable of sincerity." The God of Thunder shook his head smirking.
"Am I?"
"Yes."
Loki turned towards his brother, looking him into his eyes, the mockery was gone for a moment. "I've looked forward to this day as long as you have. You're my brother and my friend. Sometimes I'm envious, but never doubt that I love you." It wasn't a lie, he was telling the truth, yet it wasn't the complete truth either.
Thor glanced upon his brother's face and looked like he was searching for any sign of lies, yet he seemed to find no trace of irony. The blond put an appreciative hand on Loki's head. "Thank you."
"Now give us a kiss."
There it was again, the mockery. "Stop" Thor chuckled, giving him a brotherly slap on his shoulder. He put his helmet on his head and started fiddling with his robes. "How do I look?"
"Like a king." Loki smiled, while the blast of the ceremonial horn echoed through the halls. "It is time." He exclaimed, when seeing his brother's nervous frown.
"You go ahead." Thor signed him to leave him.
Loki gave him a wary look, he didn't know if his brother really wanted to enter the throne hall alone.
"I'll be along. Go on." The God of Thunder nodded.
Loki lowered his head at him one more time, respectfully before heading inside the palace without his brother. He walked along the aisle, seeing thousands of Asgardians cheering and waving at him. He was not the one getting crowned today, it was his brother. He would never get to feel the privileges of having the power to be and do whatever he wanted, he would have loved to live without anyone telling him what to do and decide whether he would live on Asgard or not. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Yes he knew what these thoughts were about, it would never happen, he had to forget the years on Midgard, to forget Jane, it would be better for him, it just wasn't as easy as he had hoped. He clenched his fists unintentionally at the thought of the beautiful woman. Not now! Loki thought, still striding up to the throne, loosening his hands again.
It was his brother's day, Thor had been given the opportunity to become as powerful as his father and Loki really wanted to grant him the crown, however he couldn't entirely, knowing that his brother wasn't ready yet. Nevertheless he still had the plan in his mind and smirked, thinking about it.
He walked up to the throne, where Odin was seated and took a stand between his mother, who smiled at him proudly, standing on the steps that lead to the podium and Sif, who gave him an appreciating nod.
"Where is he?" Volstagg asked, looking at the black-haired God.
"He said he'd be along." Loki answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"He wants to make an entrance." Sif shook her head and rolled her eyes in disapproval.
"Well, he should show up soon, Odin doesn't seem too pleased."
"I shouldn't worry." Loki said, "He'll forgive him, he always does."
Someone landed in the middle of the crowd with a noise that resounded through the throne-hall. All the heads of the Asgardians turned in the direction of the sound, where Thor was standing. He raised his Hammer in the air and the cheering began. The God of Thunder walked up to the throne with a bright smile. He threw Mjolnir in the air and caught it again, while laughing, which increased the rejoicing.
"Oh, please." Loki heard Sif say, who chuckled, looking at Frigga.
The black-haired Demigod rolled his eyes. Oh, please to you back, Sif. Everyone knows that you've been in love with him since childhood. If you were smart, you'd see that he is nothing but a huge show-off.
"Yeaaah!" Thor yelled spinning around in pride and joy, signing the people to cheer more. Odin didn't seem to be as amused as the others, he didn't change his serious facial expression. When Thor had finally arrived to the pedestal of the throne, he stopped in front of it and knelt down, placing the Hammer and the helmet in front of him. He smiled brightly at Frigga and winked at her. His mother smirked, shaking her head very slightly, so only he could see it. Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg grinned at him, signing him to concentrate on his father.
Odin rose slowly from his throne, eyeing his son thoroughly. He raised his staff in the air and hit the floor with it, making a loud sound, which caused the enormous hall becoming silent in a second. All eyes were now on Odin the Allfather.
"Thor, Odinson, my heir, my firstborn."
Loki exhaled irritated. Firstborn, don't make me laugh, I'm not even your born. He turned at his mother, who was looking at him reproving, she knew what he was thinking.
"So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. Its power has no equal. As a weapon, to destroy, or as a tool, to build. It is a fit companion for a King."
Yadi-yadi-ya, Loki heard a voice in his head say. He had to pull himself together, so that he wouldn't start groaning annoyed, why did they take so long?
"Today I entrust you with the greatest honor in all the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."
Yes of course you have father, you've sacrificed so much for peace. Oh, and Thor, he will sacrifice his brain, I am sure of that. Loki was getting impatient now. God damnit! Where are they? These bloody monsters were so slow-witted! He already helped them enter this realm, it was not like they had to search their way through the entire universe, it was only the palace, which was in fact guarded poorly today!
"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?" Odin looked at his son expectantly.
"I swear."
"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"
"I swear!"
"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms?"
"I swear!" This time Thor said it with more verve.
"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you-" The king halted his own phrase, his eyes were moving as if he was looking at something only he could see. "Frost Giants." He breathed shocked.
Finally! Loki was sarcastically slow clapping in his mind. He smirked invisibly. The mentally retarded creatures had finally made it into the vault!
A/n: Well I think we start to recognize the Loki we know ...
Oh and yes.. I am using some phrases they say from the script as well (which wasn't shown in the movie), just so you know... Disclaimer: It doesn't belong to me! DuH!