Here is some short sadness for you. ^-^ Enjoy~!
Loki was raised a lie. And he knew it. He always seemed to know it but never really thought about it.
Like a movie title in the back of your mind that you were not sure of, how it constantly nagged you though you fought to just forget about it and concentrate on important things.
Sense he was very small and he and Thor would race around (well Thor would race. Loki would toddle unsteadily having just learned to walk) the castle. And if they got in trouble they always Loki's words to get them out. No matter what age. Because trust me. They still shouted at each other and bolted in races down the streets right up to Thor's Ceremony to be crowned as King.
About then Loki realized that everything was a lie. Everything. He was supposed to be dead. But Odin had lied to him... FRIGGA had lied to him about him and how he was supposed to live, how he was meant to live. Lies.
Thor was not his brother, or his best friend. Lies. Frigga was not his glorious Mother any more than a peasant was.
He may have royal blood. But he did not wear the royal red and silver and black of Asgard. If he allowed himself he could see that on his chest he bore the swirl markings of Jotunn kings. Lies.
He was promised revenge and was given a glass cell and a day of the week where people would punish him. Lies.
Thor said he would still be there for him. Lies.
He got out 5 years after he was supposed to. Lies. He broke out actually. Because they LIED.
He had gone to Midgard. He had met Tony. Tony had promised to love him forever. Hold him forever and be there to make sure everything would be okay. ...then why did he have to go and die...?
Loki had sat at this grave for 2 years now, no food or water and was slowly wasting away. Tony had lied... But he was addicted to lies... He had had them all his life. Sometimes he starts to think.
What if I was not addicted to lies... But I was addicted to Anthony.
That is the only thought that can make him smile anymore
