I closed the door to my living quarters with an earth-shattering slam, the rage and sorrow melting within my blood, thickening my bulging veins.
The network that runs through me and kept me alive from birth…
“Ha. Birth.” I scoff to myself. My whole existience has been but a joke.
As far back as I can remember, all I can recall wanting to be was king… to be respected, to be obeyed… to be loved.
Love. What a superficial and useless emotion. What lies of the heart, mind, soul – and mainly amongst humans – the body.
I believed I was loved once. By my ‘family’.
“Ha. Family.” I scoffed again to myself. My bloodlines have been but a joke.
As far back as I can remember, the only family I can recall is the one I have lived with from birth. My father, King of Asgarde, Odin. My mother, Queen of Asgarde, Sigyn. And my brother… no. My competitor to whom I could never beat, the very cancer of my life and the shadow I lived in. Thor. God of Thunder.
My whole life, Odin told the both of us that we were eligible to be King… I tried harder, I struggled to be everything that I was and could be to make my father proud. My beautiful dream, my fond desires. The only passion that grew and flourished within my heart, the goal I pursued with such drive. All of it, I learned, was for nothing.
I slammed a dish against the brick floor. The anger pulsed through me, willing to come out in the form of tears from my eyes and drown everyone that had done me this injustice of leading me on. The whole damned kingdom of this wretched Asgarde!
Of course Thor wanted to be king… we all did and do. But I cannot lie to myself and say that he wanted it more than I, because there is nobody that could have ever been filled with such thirst for the throne as I was. And yet my tongue is to be parched yet again. This time for all eternity.
My ‘Father’ never told me I was not his child. I was an orphan, a trophy for him to take home in the midst of his war efforts on Jotunheim. Within his heart he knew that I could and would never be King, because he could not bear to have a frost giant on his precious throne.
“I never wanted your stupid throne anyway!” I growled at the wall, remaining wary of my volume. As Odin was now in a sleep, and now was not the time to disturb him.
Because I owed him such a high honor, didn’t I?
Well no more.
My purpose in this institution has been served, therefore I am of no more use to them.
I shall find my way to my own kingdom, my own glory! Greater than any one that Thor could ever assume or place his royal ass upon!
Yes…
For I am Loki Laufeyson, and I am burdened with a glorious purpose. I who was, and should be King.