AN: I don't own Thor. But you already knew that.
Asgard is a beautiful realm. It has everything one desires, everything one could ever need. The Gods live in peace and harmony, the light is generous, and love, it seems, is always in the air. Battles occur every now and then but even those are regarded as glorious. Some would say the constant, synthetic atmosphere of peace is ignorant and false.
Prince Loki of Asgard world agree.
"What I don't understand, Mother, is why you would allow Thor, of all people, to lead an army against, frankly anyone," said Loki, rolling his eyes. Frigga looked up from her stitchery to worriedly glare at her son, replying, "You know very well that it was not my decision, but the All-Father's. Keep in mind, Thor has never lost a battle, what more experience does he need?" she asked, proud as any mother.
Clouded by your motherly love, you fail to see that your son has an arse for a head and shouldn't be ruling anyone, for all he's got is that hammer and that ego of his.
That's what Loki wanted to say. Instead, he muttered, "Well, what about my expertise? Why didn't Father allow me to accompany him?" he asked, pouting dramatically.
Frigga glared at him once more, "Loki Odinson, last time you went on a battle, you turned against your brother."
Loki glared back, "That is a lie."
"Then why would Thor say so?"
"He was hogging the glory, Lady Sif and I were put in a cave to watch him dance around with the ridiculous hammer of his. Lady Sif complained about the lack of action, and so I supplied some to entertain a fellow friend in the misery of boredom," Loki explained, shrugging plainly, staring out at the garden, a smile forming at the memory, which he tried to hide, but Frigga could see it.
"And you thought unleashing snakes at your brother that trapped his hands so he couldn't obtain his hammer was a form of entertainment?" Frigga was shouting now.
"I did save him. And as I recall, I did help him win the battle Mother, do not forget."
"What I believe you forget is that we lost men Loki. We lost our soldiers for your petty tricks. It's not wise for a prince to take war lightly."
Loki rolled his eyes, "Then why does everyone around here seem to adore war? Every chance Thor gets, he heads off to decapitate some creature, all with the shiny hammer of his. And Father encourages this, while you stay here, with your needles and string as though the murders your other son has committed deserve no explanation, while chastising me over putting some good fear in Thor is the worst crime ever. Is he not the real monster then? That hammer has taken more lives than Death herself."
"Leave Loki. I'm quite done with your nonsense and wish to hear no more," Frigga looked away from her son with disdain and turned her back to him, continuing constructing the Tree of Faith or something of that nature with her needle now working without her consciousness. For she, Frigga, Odin's faithful wife, could not help but wonder how her two sons could be so different.
Loki was accustomed to rejection among his elders. But Frigga usually smiled at his temperament. Today she had not. He didn't understand why he always had this feeling that he didn't belong. He looked different from the rest of his family. Odin, his mother, and brother were all light-haired. They were wide in structure, and although all Asgardians were tall, Loki still managed to stick out like a sore thumb. He was dark haired and lean. He was muscular, but not like Thor, the oaf, he thought, took up more space than a frost giant if he needed to. Loki strolled to his chamber, watching the people within the kingdom from afar. He was a sorcerer; he had been from an early age. People feared his magic. He had learned to not let that bother him and ignore the civilians and avoid them as much as he could.
Much to his dismay, most unexplainable disasters that occurred would be blamed on him, and even though usually, it was his fault, Loki did not appreciate the lack of a trial or the uneducated guess people came up with. Foolish beings, I only give you what you deserve, he thought cheekily. Just last week, he had inflated a man who had cheated on his wife. The wife came to Odin, demanding Loki's arrest, and though he denied the accusation, he, a prince, was demanded to restore the woman's husband. Feeling disrespected, after deflating the man, Loki decided to rid the wife of her hair. She watched in horror, and then fear as one by one, her raven hair fell to the ground.
She had suffered as most people had. In general, people either feared or hated Loki, and in the wife's case, it was both. He had become a monster for children and a nuisance for everyone else, including his parents. But Loki didn't want to grieve. He hoped for acceptance, but did not wish to feel inferior. He wanted power. That's what everyone thought. But they never understood why.
And truth be told, Loki did indeed dream of power. But only so he would be respected. He knew as a king, he would be loved, Loki desired the throne, not because he wanted it, but he desired what came with being a king.
He would have a queen.
Even though he hid from everyone, and ignored all the women that wished to court him, Loki was lonely, but he never managed to find someone he deemed worthy of his love.
Loki knew, from an early age, that he needed not something, but someone to live for.
A/N: Sorry for the delayed welcome, but hey, welcome! This is my first fiction ever, I feel like that might be obvious. If you're actually reading this, please, I'd love to know what you think. Feel free to message me and everything. If you like the development of the story or have any suggestions, don't be shy. I hope you like my version of Thor. This is in fact during Thor, assuming that Thor and Jane never happened and it's all just Lokane. The Loki here is of course a lot more innocent and so is Jane. Just heads up, there might not be a lot of drama and it's just about the two so, what I wish to say is, lower your expectations, because when you do, life really seems better because even the dullest of plot lines look magnificent. Have fun, I hope someone actually likes this, apart from me