A/N:Hey, so this is basically Loki Laufyson's life story account from his perspective. It's whatIthink all his thoughts and feelings would be about based on the events of the films plus non-canon things that I think happened based on all the fan theories i have read and deleted scenes. i hope you enjoy and feel free to give feedback.
P.S this is my first time using this app/website so sorry if i mess smth up.

Coronation Part 1

I stood in the hallway, contemplating whether I should approach my brother. He was standing, tall and righteous as always, in the dimly lit golden hallways of our palace, waiting for his moment. His moment, not mine, not anyone else's. I wasn't jealous, that would be beneath me, but at that moment, I felt something not unlike it. Thor didn't know I was standing there—I could easily go behind him and choke the life out of him without making a sound. That would certainly ruin his day. But then I would have to admit to myself that I am be jealous, and that I wouldn't do. Plus, a small, small part of me wants him alive, for my own, selfish reasons.

Deciding that talking to my dear brother was unavoidable, I emerged from my place among the silk curtains and walked up to my place beside him. He was wearing his signature red cape and shiny silver ceremonial armour, along with his hammer Mjolnir, of which I despised. A weapon that only my brother and my father could wield? It wasn't about worthiness; it was just blatant favouritism. We both stood before a fire, flames casting orange light on our bodies, illuminating the surprisingly stoic look on Thor's face. I smirked at him.

"Nervous, brother?"

He laughed. "I have never been nervous, brother, you know this!"

I tilted my head. "There was that time in Nornhiem…" There were many other times I could recall too, but my brother would never admit his weakness. Thor scoffed.

"They were not nerves, dear brother. It was rather… the heat of the battle!"

"Ah..." I said quietly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at him. Honestly, did he think I was stupid? He must have seen that I didn't believe him, so he continued.
"How else do you think I could have fought my way through over a hundred warriors and pulled us out alive?" He grinned. I looked at him sceptically. Did he really not remember what I did? Trying not to let myself feel hurt, I spoke back.

"Uh… as I recall… I was the one who shielded us in a veil of smoke to ease our escape." Technically, that wasn't how my magic worked, but it was easier to say that than to explain how it did. Thor laughed, leaning his head back slightly as he did. Was I just a joke to him? I rolled my eyes at myself—I already knew the answer to that.

"Yes," Thor said as a slave with a chalice of wine on a tray approached. "Some do battle, others only do tricks…" Frowning, I opened my mouth slightly. What the hell was that supposed to mean!? I closed my mouth again, pushing down my rising anger. I could fight—not better than Thor, obviously. That had been made pretty clear to me every day of my life. Resisting the urge to sigh angrily, I turned my attention to the slave. He had his eyes drawn down the chalice, biting his lip to hold back a chuckle at Thor's comment, although it was pretty clear to all of us that he found it amusing. Once again, I had to push down more rising anger. I was about to speak, when an idea popped into my head. I not-so-discreetly spread my fingers out at my side. The slave widened his eyes in fear as a pair of small green snakes slithered out of the chalice making their way to the tray. Illusions were easy for me at this point—I just pictured what I wanted to see, and then I saw it, and so did everyone else. If I could do that with the rest of my life, it would be amazing.

The slave dropped his tray in fear with a yelp, jumping back as the snakes slithered away. I chuckled, finally finding something amusing about this dreadful day.

"Loki!" Thor scolded, sounding more unsurprised rather than mad. "That was just a waste of good wine."

I shrugged, putting on a mask of innocence. "Oh, it was just a bit of fun, right my friend?" Turning to the slave, I waved my hand to make the snakes disappear in a flash of green. The slave forced a chuckle as he bent to pick up his mess. Gods, it was so hard to get a good reaction out of people. Thor let out a light laugh as the slave hurried off. I smirked, turning back to face the blazing fire in front of us. Some other servant approached to hand my brother his silver winged helmet, bowing gracefully before leaving. Glancing down at his helmet, I smirked again, slightly amused at the sight of it. It looked quite absurd on him, if I was honest. Thor took a deep breath, looking slightly serious and definitely nervous—no matter what he said—as he faced forward again.

"Ooh," I commented, pretending to look impressed. "Love the feathers." Despite how much I disliked Thor, I didn't like seeing him anxious. It was unnatural, and as much as I hate to admit it, it made me feel more anxious. So, I made it my job to break the tension.
Thor chuckled, turning to face me. "Do you really wanna start this again, cow?" He joked, gesturing to my curved horned helmet on my head. I rolled my eyes.

"I was being sincere, brother."

"You are incapable of sincerity."

A forced a genuine expression onto my face. "I have looked forward to this day for as long as you have." This was partially true, but I looked forward to it for different reasons. "You are my brother, and you are my friend." I paused. "Sometimes… I get envious…" That was an understatement. "But never doubt that I love you." I smiled. Thor placed a strong hand on my neck, a gesture that had meaning far beyond a hug or a handshake. He thanked me, smiling kindly. I didn't like the way that made me feel—I had to break the moment before it got weird.

"Now give us a kiss, love."
Thor laughed and pushed me back with his hand. "Stop that." I chuckled too, and soon we fell back into silence and faced the front again, my hands clasped together. Thor waited a few moments before speaking again.

"Really… How do I look?"

I was honestly a little surprised that he cared for my opinion, and I certainly couldn't say that he looked good. "Like a king," I decided to say. It wasn't lie—he definitely resembled our father Odin. Thor nodded slightly, and I took a long deep breath. This was going to be a very tiring day, for everyone.
"It's time," I said, trying not to let any annoyance slip into my voice. When Thor made no motion to move, I looked at him.

"You go on," he said, nodding in the direction of the doors we had to walk through. I still stared at him, not moving, a slightly amused expression on my face. And he tried to convince me he wasn't nervous. Please, it was as easy as reading to find out how he was feeling.
"Please, go along. I'll be there soon," said Thor again, obviously trying to convince me he was fine. Really, I had no excuse to stay there, so I nodded quickly and walked away, moving towards the stairs that lead to the giant doors of the Kings Throne Room.