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I've Got a Dark Alley...
Thor stormed into his brother's room.
"Loki, what is that awful racket?"
"It is a Midgardian band, Boys of the Fallen."
"Can you quieten it?"
"Why should I?"
"It's disturbing my studies."
"Like you study."
The younger snarled as he stared at his black hair in the mirror, glaring as he spotted his father enter his chambers.
"Loki turn it off."
"I refuse."
He watched his Father take the source of the music, letting out a frustrated growl.
"Why do you hate me?"
"I do not hate you Lo-"
"YES YOU DO. EVERYONE HATES ME. I NEVER ASKED TO BE A PART OF THIS FAMILY."
Loki stood and walked into his bathroom, slamming the door. He washed his face, careful of the black kohl that surrounded his emerald green eyes. He cursed as the water splashed his shirt. He had got it from Midgard, another band, Brides of the Black Veils. He had met them. Decent mortals.
"Loki just needs to calm, Father."
"SHUT UP TALKING ABOUT ME! I SAID YOU HATED ME AND I WAS RIGHT!"
He stormed out, grabbing his MP3 (a contraption that had everyone in the family confused) and stormed down the bifrost, off to see the Chemical Romances perform.
