Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 51 - Loki

I'm not the God of Mischief, or trickery or betrayal. No no. Odin is far worse. He was ready to throw me out even as a bare baby. How cold hearted do you need to be to do that? Even I wouldn't dream of doing to any child, let alone my own. And then these people have the audacity to call me a monster.

No. I am far better. I am not a monster. For years I might have accepted my fate, but no more. That single act surpasses everything I have ever done. Odin, the King of Asgard, is the only monster that ever existed in all of Nine Realms.

Only him.

Another thought passed me. The thought is Heimdall and the fact that he had to follow Odin's commands. Such cruel, terrible commands. I understand his predicament, but I don't understand the lack of hesitation in his eyes. Don't I deserve at least a little question of, 'Is this fair to the infant?' I deserved that question more then, than now. I deserve that kindness. Or maybe I deserve it now more because now Heimdall knows me? Does my life really mean nothing to anyone? Have I made mischief for far too long? For so long tricked that no one cares if I am around no further? Is that the truth of my existence, or lack thereof?

I wanted to snap out of the scene and snap Odin's neck. The thought is monstrous yet fitting to the recipient. I don't care if the others, now, chose to sympathize with me, but a huge part of me wanted them to at least soften. I deserved that.

Willing my brain to release the hold, I failed. Her grasp on the collective minds was too strong. All I could do was wait until she let go.

"People of Asgard, not only did Odin conspired and slandered the Queen of Yaana, but murdered her in cold blood so that she wouldn't take over the Nine Realms and, without a doubt, rule it better than he does. Odin's reign of lies, and betrayals know no bounds, and his cruelty is beyond imagination. He abducted young Prince Loki after mauling the entire of Jötun, and mere days later, was ready to toss him out.

Are you sure Prince Loki has been the mosnter?

It is probably rightfully said, "no child learns to hate their parents unless the child was hated first".

I want you to think how brutally you have judged Prince Loki, and then how you judged me. You were quick to label us a 'monster' and deemed us worthy of nothing less than death. I ask you, now, to judge your King, in the same light. With the same harshness. If you cannot do so, then I'm afraid, but your King fooled you and thereby raised a foolish kingdom.

I trust your judgement but do you trust yours?"

And with that, every mind under her control was released. At least I was, so I assumed everyone else was, too. She stood in the centre of the Hall, as majestically as Odin, if not less.

When I looked around, I realised not everyone had been released. Only me, Odin, Heimdall, Thor, and mother were.

The people of Asgard were still under her hold. I looked at her to see that her eyes were looking right back at me. I am uncertain whether there was kindness in them or not, just a look that she had.

Asgard would be in a state of shock when they would be released. First seeing such a heinous scene, and then being mocked by a person whom they just called worthless.

I must say though, the shock of being manipulated and tricked by Odin, their own King, whom they had loved with all their heart, trusted with all their guts, was the biggest blow to them. The heaviest silence that shrouded them. None would know what to do, what to say, what to think.

Odin was spellbound. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was ashamed. But I know, he was frozen to his last brain cell. Absolutely no clue as to anything he could do. That's expected out of him, any uncomfortable conversation and he's gone.

I've always loved the people of Asgard for being kind and naïve, a reason why it was so beautiful and fun to trick them. But that's also a reason why they needed me as their King. Not the too soft Odin, not the two brain-celled Thor. Only I am fitting to be King, to lead Asgard to further prosperity. I have the right mind to protect my people.

Thor, mother, or Heimdall, none broke their silence. None enquired or probed at Odin. Why would they? When have they ever? Even they deemed me bad. I don't deserve to be fought for.

I waited for them to break their silence, I was wronged. I'm not going to be the one to start the fight. Maybe it was my ego, but I wanted to see who would speak up for me. I kept looking at my hands, fingers crossed, counting to the moment when someone speaks.

Enough time had passed for them to process it all, now would be a good time to speak up.

At last I breathed out. No one was going to speak for me. I am simply not worth the effort. Alright then. It isn't like this was a surprise. I do mean nothing.

I raised my head to meet Odin's gaze, with the cool of my tone maintained and my face neutral.

"So, dear Father, do you have, perhaps a few words of clearing your guilty, bloodied conscience? Or have you thrown that astray like you almost threw me? What stopped you? A potential tool? One you could manipulate and endlessly exhaust? Answer me, Father!"

"Loki! Have some manners, he's your father." I was fuming and yet Mother had the tenacity to protect and defend Odin.

Odin, but not me.

Not me.

Not.

Me.

In that moment, it was all too clear to me. What had happened, what is happening, and what will happen. None of it, in my favour. Because no one would even dream of giving two winks about me.

I looked at Odin. Mother. Thor. Heimdall. Her.

Of everyone, she was the one who protected me and wanted to love me. And I pushed her away. I deserve nothing. No one. I shouldn't stay here. I should be gone.

With that thought, I fled from Asgard.