The God Complex || loki laufeyson { COMING SOON }

Prolouge

" I remember a shadow, living in the shade of your ( Thor's ) greatness. " -Loki, The Avengers

// Prologue //

Asgard -after The Avengers- prison volt.

Loki tapped his fingers in a rhythmic manner against his slender thighs. Patiently resting himself against the chilled wall of his confined prison chambers, a book resting comfortably in the large circumstance of his palm. It'a leather bound pages, warm against the cold of his jötunn skin. The icy power beneath his Asgardian disguise, burning just beneath.

Unlike the identical cages opposite to his own, the former Prince of Asgard had many pleasures that the other prisoners did not. Such as elegant furnishings, gifted to him by the woman who had called herself his 'mother' for many decades. Queen Frigga had not held back when it had come down to her youngest son's comfort, despite all he had grown to become. She still loved and doted upon him, and would continue to do so, until the day she died, no matter how much resentment Loki held for her betrayal. Decorated by finely embroidered silk cushions, Loki's comforts had been made to remind him off the comfort of his bedchambers, in the hope that he would be reminded of the young man he had used to be and repent for all the crimes committed in Midgard. A plush sofa, which he often used as a bed, had been hand carved from polished mahogany wood. A gift to appease the previous skirmish of the nine realms. And, Loki's favourite, books. He had so many books. Enough to last him a life time, which he would have happily obliged to, if he had not fallen pray to the sickness that festered deep inside of his heart.

Loki wanted to rule. To rule more than anything else as it 'twas his birthright. His purpose. But how was he to rule when he was imprisoned at the mercy of his 'father' King Oden? That was just it, he could not. And he wouldn't stand for it, not for a second longer.

The muscle in Loki's jaw tensed irritably. The book that was once balanced delicately in the open palm of his hand snapped shut as it was tossed carelessly to one side. Loki was in no mood for study, not now anyway. Not when he needed to scheme for his great escape.

The smirk that danced across his lips flickered up to his eyes. As Loki rose to his feet, he idly twirled a strand of fluorescent green power between the tips of his fingers. Dancing with the pure energy as it flowed freely in the air just above his slender digits. It's strength burning through his veins as he concentrated it between his fingers.

Odin had underestimated the extent of his stolen son's power. Writing off the magic hidden within Loki as mere tricks, as child's play. Never once considering that his 'unworthy' prince had more magic than he first thought. Always favouring the brute strength in Thor's warrior muscle, rather than Loki's cunning and enchantments.

But that was his 'fathers' first grave mistake. Denying the strength in Loki's necromancy. Oppressing his youngest and favouring Thor so to hide away and conceal the pure potential that Loki possessed. The second slip, was keeping Loki in a prison that was in turn, powered by magical sources. Sources that he could overpower, if he willed it with enough concentration.

"One small flick of the hand, oh Mighty Allfather, and I Loki Leafyerson of the Yodenheim, Brother of Thor..." Loki spat his elder brothers name, "am free."

Loki's hand gracefully arced through the air, a wave of bright green following close behind. The atmosphere in the cell simmered slightly, rippling across the border of the box he was confined in. Staining the air a ghostly green as the spell took it's effect.

Shaking his shoulders with a smile that forced itself upon his lips as Loki shuddered. The power surging through his veins as it replicated and formed his entire being. The outcome, an exact copy of himself that stepped free from his body, an identical smile playing its lips. A party trick Loki had always personally favoured. The illusion paced up and down in front of the shimmering force field, that trapped him inside, for a moment before its glowing emerald eyes turned to face its creator. The two Loki's sharing a knowing smirk as a greeting.