"Lurking Loki!"
That is what the children of Asgard call the small, pale boy who stands alone in the corridors and the corners of halls. The whelp Odin took from the giants and made his own. His own - Hah! Ragnarok will obliterate the Nine Worlds and Ygdrassil will burn ere Loki is truly loved by the All-Father.
Loki's newborn baby 'brother'. Ah yes, now there is a different tale. Little Thor is already the darling of Asgard, the subject of worshipful songs and boundless praise. Loki had hung back in the shadows when Odin stood at the balcony and held the squirming infant high in his hands, and the roar of joy from the assembled populace below...enough to shake distant galaxies and set the dragon Nidhogg and Surtur the fire demon muttering in fear. And Loki is ever the lurker, the outsider, the unloved...
Sometimes at night, Loki sneaks into Thor's chamber when all else are at slumber, and looks down at the tiny child sleeping peacefully in the crib. And Loki cries the bitterest of tears as he thinks: If only I were born with your grandeur, little son of Odin...