Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

XIV | the royal family

"As safety is always an honest goal"

TW: Talk about suicide. Please stay safe and take care of yourself <3

I took my seat beside the queen hesitantly, and mostly because my back was starting to ache and I knew that it would become unbearable if I didn't take a break. Now that the time had come, I didn't know if I even wanted the truth. After how I had experienced Loki... His way of ruling, his ability to manipulate others... The story behind all this had to be awful. Part of me was convinced I owed it to him; that I had failed to save him and now I should at least understand him. Even if it was too late to make a difference.

"Loki has always been an outsider," Frigga began, and I couldn't help but notice the slight tremor in her voice, "He was very withdrawn, spent most of his time alone in his room with books and his magic, he was comfortable in his little space. Thor, on the other hand, was liked - and he was loved. Odin always favored him, he never tried to hide the fact that Thor was his favorite child. It wasn't Thor's fault. He loved Loki and often tried to get him to play with him.

In their early childhood, Loki sometimes agreed, he had hope that Thor's friends would accept him. He tried to fit in with them. At first, they found him boring, so Thor taught him how to make them laugh, but it didn't work for Loki. Eventually, his affinity for practical jokes and tricks stood out and he started to perform them more and more. For a while, it was still easy-going and no one was ever seriously hurt, until one day something went wrong. Loki had conjured red dots on one of the children's faces. The others naturally kept their distance so as not to become infected and Loki pretended to know a cure and sent him on a little mission. It would not have ended like that if it hadn't been for the snowstorm, but the boy only came back after three days, completely frozen and close to starvation." "But Loki couldn't do anything about the snowstorm." It was strange to hear my voice again after being silent for so long. Frigga gave me a warm, albeit small, smile. "I know. But as the children that they were, they still blamed him for it. They joined against him and excluded him. They ignored him completely for two months. Thor was also colder towards his brother. I tried my best to settle things between them, but even a mother is not all-powerful. Especially not when it came to Thor's stubbornness." Her smile turned sad, her gaze distant.

I quickly realized that she was blaming herself. "I used to argue with my sister all the time," I said because it was the first thing that came to mind. "About every little thing. Who gets the first piece of cake, who gets to go on the swing, who has to look after Yelena... At some point, our mother gave up interfering. It worked... When we stopped getting her attention, we argued less."

Her eyes turned to me again, her expression much softer than before. "I'm sorry." I was silent for a moment, then nodded briefly. "Can you continue? If it gets too difficult-" "No. No, it is important that you know this... For the next few centuries, Loki lived a secluded life, letting jealousy of his brother in every aspect consume him. It all culminated when Odin announced Thor's coronation. The frost giants interrupted the ceremony, Thor sought revenge, against his father's orders, and was banished to Midgard. Odin was... torn. He was unsure if Thor would pass his test; if he would prove himself worthy. He became more and more exhausted with each passing hour. Eventually, he went to see his younger son. He found him in the vault, where we keep an ancient relic of the ice giants. He had brought it to Asgard along with another treasure after a battle and kept both of them safe. His second... loot was a child... Loki learned that day that he was not genuinely a son of Odin."

I stared at her. Did that mean that Loki was a frost giant? I leaned forward a little, now almost more interested in the story than in the truth behind Loki.

"He became angry at everything and everyone. Odin had not been prepared for it to come out this way. For centuries he- we- had successfully kept it a secret from him and then it all happened at once. He couldn't bear the shock, the gravity of the situation. So he fell into the Odinsleep, which made Loki king...

You know the rest of the story. He visited his brother on Earth and met you there. A strong woman, worthy of Mjolnir and kind enough to help him. Someone who treated him without prejudice."

Looking back, that was a huge lie. I had judged Loki based on the information I had from others. I had used what I thought I knew from myths and what the Warriors Three or Jill had told me. Unfortunately, I didn't want to admit that to myself at the time.

I just accepted it, felt a little better than before, and thanked her with a small smile before changing the subject. "How did he die?" Tactful as always...

But Frigga, the angel she was, didn't seem to take offense. "The explosion of the Bifrost had thrown him to the edge of the bridge. He was already hanging over the abyss. When hi- Odin told him that he didn't approve of his actions, that he wasn't proud of him... he let go."

I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze. How could they have let this happen? They were right there. Why hadn't they done anything? They could have saved him. But after what Frigga had just told me, I doubted that the King of Asgard cared enough to deal with any of it.

"Excuse me, but I think I'd rather be alone now," I said, loathing how rough my voice already sounded. The mother just nodded kindly and stroked my arm once for reassurance.

I did my best not to run as I made my way to my room.

I understood him. Every train of thought fell into place for me like a jigsaw puzzle. Loki felt unloved, so he tried to impress the others. To keep their attention.

If they don't love me, I'll become a problem they cannot ignore.