He remembers being small. When the others towered over him and frowned down at him. Why is he small? A son of Layfey should be growing quicker. Look at his bothers, they grew like normal. It all lead up to the secret he buried inside his chest. The magic. It swirled inside his soul and possessed his bones and his father told him to hide it. Sorcerers of Jotunheim were cursed, and if one was cursed one was cursed by the population.

"A sorcerer is bound to fall in one with one they can never have, and be killed by an Asgardian." Loki remembers his father telling him as he hugged onto the King's leg at a young age. "Don't let them know. Hide it," Loki knew from a young age that Layfey was embarrassed of him. Sorcerers where runts, useless on Jotunheim, the brute force of the giants had escaped Loki's soul when he was born with magic curled inside his fingers. And therefore he was suppressed. They closed the gates of the castle and locked the windows. Loki was locked into his room and studied his magic on his own. Created fire that could burn the ice walls and a replica of him so he could talk to someone. Hey, if you talk to yourself you can't argue with them like you do with everyone else.

The worst of it all was his brother. Helblindi.

Helblindi was what every frost giant wished to be. In line with the throne, Layfey held him dear to his heart. The eldest prince of Jotunheim with perfect. Strong, tall, handsome, everything that Loki wasn't. And Loki hated him for it. Every chance he got he was flicking his hand so Helblindi's glass of wine accidently spilled all over his clothing or he would ungracefully and un-princely slip of the ice floor of the palace.

Layfey knew exactly who was behind all of Helblindi's unfortunate clumsiness. And every chance he got he would punish Loki by locking him in his room for using his magic for such things. Helblindi never knew about his magic until it was called upon by the King. On the other hand, his younger brother had once learned of it. Bylesit was the youngest of the Layfey sons and the friendliest of the three. When they were younger Loki used to build him toys with his magic whenever his bother would ask. And for a while Loki felt safe with Bylesit. They played but once Layfey learned of the magic Bylesit knew of they were separated. Loki was sent off to the mountains, alone, to study his magic.

It was then as he sat in the palace he had built for himself out of ice that Helblindi had busted his way through the door, cracking the ice floor with his heavy feet, and whisked his younger brother off to Asgard.

And as Loki tricked the prince of Asgard left and right inside the halls of Asgard he realized with a start that he didn't mind being in Asgard. The warmth was overbearing, but he had cast a spell to cool himself down. Thor was annoying, but Loki knew he had the prince wrapped around his small finger. But most importantly he felt as if for once he had belonged in the place he stood. He stropped and stood still in their chase, knowing Thor was a far enough behind him. Loki reached out his hands and let the snowflakes fly off his palms, swirling in the air. With a smile he threw the magic sideways, freezing the wall beside him and laughing he turned and froze the other side, letting the cold envelope him. Grinning he tilted his head back and spread out his hands, cracking his back and sighing happily.

"Can you make me one of those wooden horses they have in Asgard?" Bylesit asked dreamily, holding his head in his hands as him and Loki lay sprawled out across the floor. They couldn't have been older than seven. Loki looked at him.

"Of course I can," He smiled at his brother. Bylesit sat up excitedly. Loki pressed his hands together slowly pulling them apart as his magic welded the toy together. Bylesit smiled and once the snow stopped swirling around his palms he handed the toy to Bylesit. His little brother laughed and flopped down back onto the ground and galloped the toy across the icy floor. Loki looked up at the door opened to show Layfey in the door way. Panic spread across his features as his dad spotted the toy. Layfey's face hardened and he bent down to take it from Bylesit.

"Where did you get this?" He growled at Bylesit who looked heartbroken from having his toy taken away.

"Loki gave it to me." He said quietly. Loki stood quickly and held his head. Layfey glared at his second born child.

"Bylesit leave and speak of this to no one," Layfey snapped. Bylesit stood.

"Can I have my to-" He was cut off as Layfey crushed the wood with his bare hands, watching the splinters fall to the ground. Loki stared, shaken and shocked as tears pricked in Bylesit's eyes.

"Go." Layfey stated again. Bylesit did this time, shutting the door behind him. "What did I tell you Loki?" Loki hung his head, "Don't let anyone know of the magic, hide it,"

"I was hiding it,"

"No, you didn't listen, again," Layfey rubbed his forehead before looking towards his son. Loki watched his feet. "You are not to leave here, or speak to Byleist."

"But father-"

"Do I make myself clear," Layfey growled. Loki opened his mouth to protest before shutting it reluctantly.

"Yes father,"

"Loki…" He heard Thor's voice and turned to face the prince. And as he brought his hands back to his side he noticed the blue begin to form as the tips of his fingers. He let it grow, watching the ridges form on his skin. With a laugh he watched Thor, letting the snow fly from his palms and the blue grew and spread. Loki felt his black hair grow to its natural length, and reached around to touch it, missing how he used to braid it when he was stressed or nervous. And as he looked back to Thor, feeling the cold blue spread and cover his facial features he felt himself truly smiling for the first time in years. But as he made eye contact with Thor his smile disappeared. Fear spread across the prince's face.

Thor's hand was splayed across Mjolnir, gripping the hammer tightly. Loki's amusement quickly transformed. The ice grew widely, but sharper this time, cracking angrily. He recoiled away from Thor slightly.

"You're scared of me," He whispered, looking down at his hands and clenching them. Loki looked back at Thor, breathing deeply, "I'm sorry," He gasped before taking off. Loki ran from the palace, freezing everything he came close to as he fought back his magic and tried to control it. He pushed out the doors of the palace and into a crowd of people only causing more panic within himself and the others. Screams resounded and Loki spun widely, trying to find a way out. The citizens of Asgard backed away from him, staying outside of his icy range.

"You're all scared of me," He gasped, turning around and around. Trapped. He felt panicked as the sun bore down his back. Loki collapsed down onto the ground, his emotions and magic going wild as he gripped his shoulders, hugging his own body.

"Loki…? Loki please let me in," Byleist whispered against the door handle to his older brother's room. Loki pressed his palm against the other side, teeth clenched as he held the stab wound in his side. The ice had easily slit his skin and he bled sliver against his own hand. He gasped, his magic failing to heal something he had brought upon himself. "Loki?" Bylesit knocked again, looking through the keyhole attempting to see his bother.

"Go away Bylesit," Loki whimpered angrily. He could practically feel Bylesit's frown.

"Okay,"

"Do you want to build me a toy?" Bylesit whispered against the door. Loki sat on his bed, now around fifteen years of age. He rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

"No, Bylesit." He snapped. Bylesit went silent, pressing himself against the door.

"You sound like father," Bylesit snarled quietly through the door. Loki snapped the book he was reading shut and he curled his fists. Breathing deeply he tried not to let his magic flair out in anger.

"Go away Bylesit,"

"Fine."

"Loki?" Bylesit tapped on the door. Loki glared towards the door. "You never come out anymore. I miss you." Bylesit pressed his forehead against the door. "Do you want to build a toy, or play a game, or have a snowball fight?" He asked, "I'm lonely, no one wants to play with me."

"Bylesit, go away." Loki snarled. Bylesit sighed.

"I'm trying to help you!"

"Bylesit."

"Alright."

"Loki!" Thor yelled as the prince came barreling out of the gates of Asgard and towards him. Loki stumbled to his feet, ice flying from his hands and into the crowd. They screamed again and Loki flinched.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I'm sorry," He yelled towards the crowd, and Thor was upon him before he knew it. Thor stepped onto the icy ground that surrounded Loki, the prince of Jotunheim stumbled backwards. "Don't come near me, I'll hurt you, I can't control it," He screamed at Thor, clenching his hands shut.

"Loki, brother, calm down." Loki turned around to find Helblindi behind him. The ice that surrounded them was spreading across Helblindi's figure, turning his skin an icy blue. Loki stared at him and Helblindi frowned. "Control it." He growled at Loki, "You're making a scene." Helblindi's form was growing under the ice and blue, his hair growing and ridges rising on his skin. Loki took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered again, collapsing to the ground. With a surge of magic the ice disappeared and Helblindi and him returned to their normal forms. "I'm so, so, sorry….."

Bylesit ran along the hallway, smiling widely as he looked around the castle. This was the day of the treaty. Finally there would be people in their castle. They would dance and sing and eat. He ran to Loki's door, but stumbled backwards and Loki opened it. He didn't remember Loki being as intimidating as he was now. His brother stood shorter than he did but Bylesit felt much smaller. Covered in furs of white foxes and golds from the caverns in the north Loki looked like a prince.

"You look great." Bylesit said, pushing his black hair away from his face. Loki looked at him and nodded. Bylesit wasn't sure if it was a thank you or not but as Loki shouldered past him Bylesit followed him. "I've been lonely you know. All these empty rooms, there is no one to talk too." He struggled to keep up with Loki's pace. Loki grunted in return. Bylesit sighed and slumped his shoulders slightly.

"Do you want to build a toy?" He whispered, Loki stopped to turn to him.

"No, Bylesit I don't." He growled. Bylesit recoiled backwards away from his brother, shock covering his features. Loki looked at him for a moment, his eyebrows pushed together firmly. Bylesit doesn't remember his green eyes being that angry when they were younger.

Loki awoke with a gasp, sitting up as he bed sheets flew off of him in his magic's attempt to defend its master. He looked around to find Thor sitting in the corner of the room. He realized with a start that he was in his room in the West end Giant District.

"Are you alright?" Thor asked gruffly.

"What happened?" Loki gasped. Thor itched the back of his head and stood up from the chair. He moved over to sit down at the foot of Loki's bed.

"Well, we were fighting, and then I kissed you, I don't know why, by the way. Then you took off and your magic was going everywhere…" Thor drifted off, biting his lip. Loki noticed the healed scab over where he had bit the prince. Loki shook his head.

"No, that couldn't have happened. I have everything under control. I have had everything under control," Loki let his head drop into his hands. Thor looked at him sadly and reached out to touch Loki's shoulder. Loki flinched away. "Don't touch me, I'll hurt you." Thor's hand hesitated in the air above Loki's shoulder before it fell onto the giant's flesh.

"You won't hurt me." Thor muttered, rubbing his hand across Loki's back. "I know you won't."