Loki
It was tiring, yes, playing the role as a king. Well, not so much a king. It was everything I had dreamt of. The difficult part was playing the role as my father; Odin, protecter of the nine realms. I was nothing like him, you see. I wasn't even his real son, which explains it a bit.
My father was very traditional. Very strict in a sense, very protective, to the point, on edge; a king.
My father sought to make warriors out of my brother and I. With my brother, he got what he had always wanted. An heir ready to fight in battle, lead this world, be the son he had always wanted.
I on the other hand favored what my mother had wanted. A son who was interested in knowledge and learning. I took after her, learning magic and sorts. I spent my hours reading and studying to become the best I possibly could be.
In the end, we became the Gods we were meant to be. Thor, son of Odin, God of thunder.
And I, Loki, son of Laufey (and Odin I suppose), God of mischief.
I always believed lies and dissevery were the ways to get what you wanted. Tricks had always seemed to get me there. But in reality, it is the heart that gets you what you need.
I always followed my mind with these things. I never let my heart lead. I never went with my gut feeling, just my first instinct. I lived my life off of impulses and power. Until that night in the forest.
Now your probably wondering where I'm trying to get with this. Let me start from the beginning, or rather, the beginning of our story...
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Dagger || Loki
Fanfiction"I would take that dagger any day for you, Loki." God meets Goddess. A constant battle for supremacy. Will they get over their differences and realize what's really going on between them? I guess we'll never know unless you dive in yourself... •••••...
