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A/N: Thank you guys for the magnificent reviews and the holy-shnikey amount of people who have subscribed either me or my story. For those who are not aware, I've added updates about my progress of the story on my profile, if you feel so obliged to read it. Presenting to you, chapters 3 & 4.
'I could have done it, Father! I could have done it for you, for all of us,' he yelled up to his All-Father. He was an equal, he was sure of it. He could have been seen to all of Asgard as a great short-time King.
'No, Loki,' Odin said, quietly.
It was the last time he would ever feel his heart fall in the hands of Odin and his arrogant half-brother.
He loosened his grip on the staff, and fell further away from them. He heard Thor's voice yell after him in grief, something Loki was sure was not genuine, for who would mourn over the God of Mischief? They would not miss him…
They would surely celebrate.
He shook his head of such memories. They would cease to exist this day forward.
Loki took on another appearance even. He had to blend in with the mortals, whether or not they already feared him. Although he would not stoop down to the unpretentiousness of the mortals who lived here, Loki knew it best to blend to achieve exactly what he needed.
So what if he could not control Asgard as King? Nobody ever said anything about Midgard, least of all Odin whose brain was corrupted by the likes of controlling Jotunheim.
His uniform was a bit worn down for his taste: a tattered old suit, a large brown jacket and a scarf. He was not cold as the weather suggested and his appearances, nearing winter. Being a Frost Giant had it's advantages, sometimes.
Loki used to always joke that he was stronger than Thor because he could survive in such climates. Thor used to roll his eyes because the both of them knew what was true, but in the end, neither of them knew the truth. It was before revealing his family of Frost Giants and Thor using all his strength to become King. No matter, Loki was King first. He and Thor would play-fight and argue over the littlest things like becoming King or they would have their nightly talks about it.
They cease to exist, Loki had to remind himself. Dead.
All his memories now were long gone.
Loki refused to miss them. All of it was for nothing, anyhow.
He plainly walked the streets, closing in on the exit of this marketplace.
Just as he was closing the gate to leave, a very plump woman covered head-to-toe in pink, followed by a thin older man with greasy black hair framing his face approached him.
The woman cleared her throat. "And, where do you think you're going?" Her voice was the one that resonated earlier, overhead.
"I was just leaving," he answered, with a small grin.
"You are a shopkeeper, are you not? You are to stay within the grounds," her tone was rising.
"I am not, ma'am," Loki said. "I am the brother of a shopkeeper. After all this chaos, I thought it best for me to leave."
The woman examined him. "I have not seen you before. Best make note to approach me before your visits here. The grounds are off-limits to guests outside of the school, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good." The man went inside the gate, but the woman stopped just before entering. "May I ask whom your brother is? I must make note of it if you make later visits."
"You may visit him at the Hog's Head," Loki lied. It was one of the only shop he read, other than reading a few of them as he passed by.
"Aberforth?" The man said, apparently eavesdropping in the corner. He revealed himself once more. "Aberforth Dumbledore?"
"You are related to the Dumbledore's?" The woman asked.
Loki offered a friendly grin. "No, no, of course not. I said Hog's Head, I just came from there. Mindless slip, I assure you. I meant Honeydukes."
"Ambrosius?" The man said, dryly.
The pumpkin of a woman took a step closer. "And, who are you?"
"I am Sir Nicolai de Flume," Loki said. At this point, his pointless lies and quibbling with the woman was not getting him any further. He did not care for which alias he stood by as long as it made her crawl back to the pumpkin patch she came from. "Now, if you excuse me, I wish to no longer make my presence here. There is mad chaos inside the village, if you take a look. Someone seems to have fallen from the sky."
The woman looked as if she had something else to accuse him for. Instead, her lip quivered and she made her devilish chuckle and turned back to the man. Both Loki and the man exchanged glances toward each other, but only for a moment. Loki broke it by giving him a half smile and turned.
"Peculiar name," the woman whispered to her companion.
A/N: So, Loki is the brother of a shopkeeper. Honestly, I would say that's a bit better than a demi-god. Loki, you devious bastard.