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Hello, my beautiful readers! Some of you know me, some of you don't, that's okay. Just a heads up,you're going to want to read the A.N. on the beginnings of my chapters, they hold valuable info. SUCH AS! If you are NOT a first time reader of my work, and have read WiF (What is Freedom), I WILL be writing the sequel, I'm just a bit blocked on plot ideas right now, and my bestie (DatNatCatThoe) indirectly gave me an idea to make a... *drumroll* Blind!Loki (Possibly AU?) fanfic! I'm excited. I've been thinking about it all day. In said fic, obviously, Loki is blind. Yep. Feels. Loki is 16/17 (starting 16, 17 in later chapters) and Thor is 18 (Loki's birthday is before his.) Let's see, what else should you know? OH. I know nothing about how eyes work, so I'm improving this. Plus, it's Asgard, so I mean... maybe their eyes work differently...? Idk. There WILL be spelling and grammar mistakes, because my computer does not have auto correct. Do not point my mistakes (unless it's plot related) out to me. I know I suck at spelling/grammar-ing. OH. OH. I'm putting things like cars and tvs and iPods in Asgard. I know it's not accurate to the movies/comics/mythology. Live with it. *Loki voice* I do what I want. I think that's all! Any questions? PM me!
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~DatGlowstickThoe
We're blind to our blindness. We have very little idea of how little we know. We're not designed to know how little we know. ~Daniel Kahneman
Loki had always been blind. Not blind in loyalty, or blind in love. Blind in the sence that he could not and would never see anyhting. The beauty of the sunset with its many colours. The way the light shimmered off of the lake near our house. The fresh snow that blanketed the ground each winter. His own reflection. Loki would never be able to see any of these things, and it pained me.
I remember the days of our youth, when I hadn't fully comprehended Loki's disability. I would say, without thinking, things like, "Oh, brother! Isn't the sunset amazing tonight?" He would merely hang his head and remind me that he couldn't possibly know.
By the time I was ten and Loki was eight, I had finally learned to not let things slip up. I had gotten in the habbit of helping him do things, but I hadn't realized how assisting him too much hurt his ego until he'd pointed it out to me around his thirteenth year.
By the time I was sixteen and he was fourteen, we'd worked things out. It was the summer of that year when he'd taken it upon himself to learn to feel vibrations with his feet. He'd gotten the idea from some children's show we used to watch- I used to watch, and Loki would listen to- called The Last Air Bender. The character Toph had given him the idea and motivation. I remember him arguing that if Toph couldn't see, and could still fight and earthbend, then the least he could do was figure out when I was walking into the room.
When he was in his sixteenth year, he'd completely mastered the feeling of vibrations... Well, almost. He couldn't very well feel anything through his boots, and he wasn't going to walk around in public barefoot all the time, so he allowed me to assist him a bit outside of the house. But at home, when his shoes were kicked off, it was almost as if he could see you standing there. Still, it bugged me that he never looked at me, only in my direction. Even if his eyes 'looked' right into mine, it was almost as if he were looking past me.
I'd made the precaution of calling up Sif, the Warriors Three (as they were fond of calling themselves), and anyone else we associated with alot, to not bring up his blindness or help him unless he asked. Loki liked to pretend that nothing was wrong. He wouldn't even use a cane to guide him, nor owuld he allow me to hold onto his arm. It really got on his nerves when someone would say something. Anything from, "Woah, what's wrong with your eyes?" to "Anyone want to come watch a movie at the cinema?" He would never comment on it, but I would see him tense up.
It was right before his seventeenth birthday when everything changed. And that, I suppose, is where I will begin our story.