A/N: As Count Olaf would say, "Hello, hello, hello!" Except sinister-like and awesome. So..We meet again. I have know I'm horrible and never update but yeah..Anyway, for those of you who are wondering when I'm going to get to the point already well hold on! Because this is a work in progress! I also have a question. How can you be have enough energy to favorite and add me to your list of favorite authors but not leave a review!...TELL MEE! (loki reference teehe) Esplain to mee. I know I'm a whiny twat. :P

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oki surveyed the troops marching in formation far below him from the window. He had always liked this window. It was wide, arching, with panes of glass so clear you could almost believe nothing existed between you and the world outside.

The snow had started to fall heavily now that evening had settled over Jotunheim.

He stepped away from the window and took a deep breath. It burnt his lungs a little as little shards of ice made their way down his throat. The air in Jotunheim was never agreeable. He looked around the huge throne room. He saw the cracks in the greystone walls that looked like little spiderwebs and the generally dilapidated state of the royal palace. Pathetic.

It was almost comical how alike the walls of Jotunheim reflected it's people. Worn out, ragged, broken-down. There was nothing worth saving here. He was surprised when Thor had not agreed with his plan, called him rash. Said that it was not the wisdom of a king. Loki sighed shakily. His anger was slowly starting to undulate it's way to the surface. He had to stay in control.

He could do that. One of the first rules in sorcery was staying in control, staying focused. If a sorcerer was not in control of his magic, the fatalities were innumerable. He looked at his pale hands. He rubbed them together. Holding this form was truly taxing his strength. He closed his eyes.

He had never tried to explain the art of teleportation. But it was not easy and not at all what you'd expect. If you lost control of your emotions or your thoughts strayed while in a portal, you could end up lost, in a dimension all your own, forever.

This strange cold, stinging sensation swept over him, his muscles straining as though he was carrying a very heavy load. And his thoughts formed the location he sought. The weapons vault. He opened his eyes and smiled. He couldn't help but allow himself to laugh inwardly as he thought of how he had constructed his plan.

This was his game and Sif, Thor, and all the rest were the players. They would play by his rules but in the end, he would arise as victor. He looked around the vault. Still as dark and sinister as it was when he was a child. He didn't like this place, as he recalled the very recent information he had received abut his true parentage, and the heartbreak and rage when he realized how and why. He had felt sorry for the Allfather. Now he bit back disgust. He hoped Odin slept for an eternity for his lies.

He shook his head and cut short his musings. He had work to do, if he hoped to be back in Jotnheim in time for the celebrations, a façade really, the orchestrated masquerade to show Jotunheim the new King and Queen and to distill any rebellion that might have been brewing. He felt his eyes moving past the various stolen relics to the very end of the vault, where a singular glowing casket sat on a pedestal. He swallowed and walked towards it.

He slowly put his hands out and grabbed hold of the handles. His skin immediately flushed blue. His sigh of relief echoed within the chamber. It was so strange, like a weight being lifted off his chest as he took hold of his true form. It had taken everything out of him when he performed that trick with the camouflage in the throne room. But he had had to do it.

To quiet the rumors, and he had done so, very cleanly. He reluctantly let go of the handles. He stepped away and turned. Walking out of the vault. This was all so confusing. He wagered noone had ever been ruler of two worlds, two kingdoms.

But thankfully using a clone proved quite useful and none had been the wiser. It allowed him to be in two places at once and came in handy during a fight. Not that anyone would dare fight him maybe-he stopped. Yes he had lied to Sif. For her own good. She had to realize that no one was going to help her. She would have to learn to do without her friends, her brother. Oh yes, Loki knew. Not many people were privy to that information but if Loki wanted to know something, no one's thoughts were safe.

Only the very best sorcerers had successfully kept loki out of Laufey's mind. Loki made his way through the palace. He wasn't stopped by anyone until he was met by a young servant who trembled slightly though his chest was bravely puffed out. "Your majesty, Heimdall wishes an audience with you."

Loki smirked. "Does he? Very well, I will grant him his wish, you are dismissed." The boy breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly turned an walked as fast as he could without seeming rude. Loki raised an eyebrow.

Was he that bad? Something about the boys behaviour just wasn't right. He calmly turned and made his way down to the stables. He looked through the horses for selection, getting wary and frightened glances from the stablehands as they worked, which he ignored. He settled on a black mare.

He looked at the animals brown eyes and tipped his head to the side. A servant catiousley made his way towards Loki. "Is everything to his majesties liking?" Loki narrowed his eyes, "Yes, excepting one thing." He spoke a few words under his breath and in moments the animals brown eyes swirled into a deep green.

The horse neighed briefly and the servant stumbled back, gaping at Loki, befre regaining his compusure and leading the animal out of the stall and saddled the animal. Loki mounted the horse and grinned, as he brushed past the still wide-eyed servant and started off at a fast pace towards the bifrost site. He had to admit he had been waiting for this.

The moment Heimdall would get past his vision barrier and see Loki's plans for what they truly were. He dug his black boot into the animals side. He laughed.

A/N: Hello mortals. I have here a POV of Loki fr you. I have so much to say but I can't be bothered. Basically I am still writing this story but I am also writing a little something on the side *wink wink nudge nudge* so stay tuned for that. Hmm...oh yes! I am sorry this is so confusing, if it is confusing for you but basically Loki is able to rule both worlds simultaneaously because he uses clones and cloaking magic, He got rid of the Warriors Three, he was banking on Heimdall staying out of touch with the rest of the world and tried to hide basically all his plans from Heimdall and is banking on Odin still being asleep and Thor being banished. And he is keeping it all from Frigga and Sif. He took Sif because -qassdfjdhdlvf;fvlfklf *error error , information overload, must read next chapter for more information*qwefjekfjel

Thanks again my lovelies, and happy reading! :)

I can't be bothered with Men of the Week. But for you my dear readers: Tom Hiddleston, Alex Pettyfer, Jamie Campbell Bower, Robert Sheehan, aaaand whoever else you hate for ruining other men for you and exploding your ovaries.