AN: You know you're new at this when you get excited over the number of views you're getting. No but really, the story got 81 views over 2 hours after its release and though that probably means nothing, I still am amazed that that many people read or looked this way, at least. Please review so I know it's real ;) The italicized phrases are thoughts, fyi, and thank you for existing and reading this, if you like it, and want me to go on, don't hesitate to send love cause we could all use some, ya know? I encourage you to do whatever you need to do to come back and read as chapters are being added.

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Loki will never understand the point of celebration of winning a battle. Here Thor indulges in a feast, and for what? Fighting off mindless creatures that would die in a couple hundred years anyway? How petty.

He watches Thor smash his goblet into the ground. "Another!" he yells, and his little minions cheer with approval.

I don't know why I'm here. Not just at this feast. But in Asgard. What am I supposed to do with my life?

He goes to ask Odin that the next morning.

"Father," he hesitated, which got Odin's attention, as he knew it would, "what have you in mind regarding the future of your sons? Or rather, me?"

"Why, Loki, you are a prince. That is your purpose, your glory. You are nobility, a God. Asgard is not just your home, but your responsibility. Have I not made that clear?" asked a confused Odin.

"Well of course, you certainly have, however—"

"However," the All-Father interrupted, "I am awfully busy at the moment Loki. I have duties to attend to, as would you come time, not let's end this for I don't have time for—"

"—but Father I was simply wondering if y—"

"Loki Odinson, do not interrupt me. I will not stand it. You are dismissed, I already told you I don't have the time, if you wish for conversation, come by another time, son."

Loki watches as his father turns and walks out. He watches him run into Thor and collect him in his arms with delight. He even sees Odin pat Thor on his back, both father and son smiling. Out of nowhere, Frigga walks by in her blue day-gown, glowing. Thor says something and they all throw their heads back, laughing. Frigga gives them each a peck on the cheek, and soon they split up, going about their day with smiles.

Why am I different? Why can't my parents love me? Loki stands there, wondering, for what seems like hours. He doesn't move. He can't. Because at the moment, he's thinking about what to do next. And this trick, he hopes will win him all the love he needs.

He was going to be king. Even if his father would see against it.

Back in New Mexico, Dr. Foster is wide awake. It's 3:18 am. And she cannot sleep.

Jane has already diagnosed herself with insomnia but she can't help but wonder what to do. She had filed her latest discoveries, double-checked every equipment, then triple-checked it all again. She made a to-do list to review her to-do list, went back to make sure her reports were neatly recorded. She rewrote her entire journal until her hand gave up. She even watched TV. That's right. She did it.

She went running around 11 pm, thinking either the running or the running in the dark part would give her heart a good workout. And it did. She stared at the stars till they blurred together, and then as soon as her head hit her pillow, her eyes flew open.

"This is going to be a long day," she grumbled as she hopped out of bed and went out the door with a telescope and her journal in hand, to begin her day.

The civilians in the little town must have thought that Jane was crazy because each day she would show up out of nowhere holding some new contraption, only to disappear for the next 4 weeks. She seemed to be the least girly of girls you'd ever meet. She seemed shy, petite, and soft-spoken. The men admitted her beauty but her strangeness didn't get past them. She seemed to wear man-clothes often, always in a tee-shirt and jeans. Occasionally she threw on some lady clothes, but that was a rare sight. Once or twice they spoke to her, but she'd blush or start explaining something that they would never bother understanding. Jane Foster was the little town's little outcast. She was the town's Boo Radley. And Jane knew that.

Loki searched the castle, trying to find a private chamber. He cringed when he found a dirty closet. No, he thought, not here.

He kept searching all afternoon, only to find an enormous door he had never seen before. He had passed this door many times, but it seemed to blend in with the corridor. But now the gold door called him, his heart pounded as he knocked gently. Then he shifted and the door did too, and one step after another Loki found himself in a vault of sorts. It was all made of gold. Then again, most of the castle was. The vault was large and there was a lush carpet, leading to the treasure the room held. It was open and beautiful, just like the rest of the castle. Loki was unimpressed.

But what caught his eye was a blue cube, which seemed far, and yet it called him, and his feet began to move on their own accord. He was stunned by its intensity, the cube was like a being, reaching out, touching him, dragging him, until the small cube had become larger, and he was standing right in front of the glowing object.

His fisted hands reached towards it. They craved to touch the stone, pleading. The stone itself looked like it was begging to be held.

But as soon as Loki leaned in, as soon as his finger brushed against the cube, his own hand turned a shocking color of blue.

AN: I'm back! Did you like it? Yes the blue stone-cube thing is the tesseract, however you spell that, it's not important. Also this chapter's kinda short but the next one will be long cause that'll be when Loki finds out the truth about his birth and who he is. Sorry for making Odin, Thor, and Frigga sound mean, but it's just family probs, who doesn't have those? THANK YOU FOR READING I APPRECIATE YOUR TIME