Unworthy

Chapter 1.2

Loki felt like there was something off about him ever since they returned from that place. When one of those monsters touched the arm of Volstagg it was instantly frost bitten and useless, but Loki's arm was touch it merely turn the bluish color of a frost giant. This raised quite a few questions that have yet to be answered. He went to Odin's weapons vault to prove this theory he held in his mind. The same artifact the intruders came to claim, the casket of ancient winters that held the power of the frost giants, would show him for what he was.

With both hands he held the strange blue artifact and stared inventively at it until he heard Odin's power voice telling him to stop before his curiously brought him further. It was too late, he had the device in his hand and as he turned to face the king his true self was revealed to him. Terrified and hurt he demanded an explanation. Odin then told him he was found as an infant, abandoned and left to die in the midst of war. At first he thought of him as a way to unite the two worlds once and for all. But after a while he'd grown attached to the child, teaching him as one of his own his son.

Loki was unable to comprehend this as the truth making sense over the fact he was always second best to Thor in every aspect whether it be to his friends or his father. He learned what exactly he was, just another one of those monsters they feared as children, another stolen relic that had some other hidden purpose. There would be no way Thor would ever accept him for what he was anymore. Even as children he swore to whip out every last one of those creatures.

It all made sense now he was a hidden burden to the family, in his mind he was disgusted for what he was. He loved them even if he was treated as the black sheep. Odin tried his best to dismiss any of his feelings of self loathing but was unable as he fell into an unexpected slumber. Loki felt utterly betrayed and afflicted by the trust but as his father slipped into a comatose state he couldn't help but feel worried. Even after feeling the way he did he still cared for his family even if they weren't blood related. It was a cruel irony to know his true origin, he couldn't be able live with it so he tried his best to deny that truth the only way he could. By keeping it a secret that only he and the king and queen knew.

With the king in no condition to rule, the burden of the thrown fell to Loki. In his mind it was a great responsibility and he couldn't take it lightly the way Thor nearly did. His first duty would be to clean up the mess his brother created. The truce between Jotunhem could not be broken no matter the cost.

Once he took thrown the warriors three and lady Sif came with a request for his father. They were completely unaware of his state or the fact that Loki was now in temporary command. They asked him if it would be ok to bring back his brother Thor from his banishment. Loki denied, stating that it was the wish of the king that it would be foolhardy for his first command to be to undo the kings last one. The warriors left his presents taking his cold-heartedness as jealously for his brother when his judgment was justified.

His once friends thought of him as cruel and unfair, they would not listen to his word as king because he refused to bring Thor home. In a way it was to not undo Odin's wish but also Loki wanted to be acknowledged, something he never received all those years ago. He was seen as the misfit child that could never live up to expectations, whether it be fighting or otherwise he was always second best to Thor. He finally got long awaited attention he'd craved even if he was seen as the villain.

Loki had a far better order he wanted to go enact. The first thing he wanted to do was prove himself a man of Asgard by tricking Laufey and his men into the castle. This way he could stay them once and for all in front of his adoptive parents. He wanted to prove where his heart was even if he was on Jotunhem. He killed his real father to get the approval of his false one. The second part of his plan was to destroy the frosted wasteland once and for all. Anything he could do to prevent another senseless war, even if Thor were to return.

No one trusted his judgment and eventually led to betrayal, the four of them went to Earth to retrieve Thor so Loki sent the Destroyer in order to delay their attempts until Loki plan was put into motion. He couldn't risk Thor sending countless troops to their deaths because of his poor judgment. He wanted to make sure he could carry out his duty before then. In the end it didn't work, Thor returned and in a last ditch effort destroyed the Bifrost before it was able to tear that world to shreds. Even if it knew he wouldn't be able to see that woman again.

He ran the details over and over in his head and no matter how he looked at it no one was going to trust his judgment. He heavily contemplated the past before everything went hazy. Before he let go; not wanting to go any further than the brawl with his brother. That was all he could handle. He placed his hands to his head as the memories flooded back as if they'd just happened, every detail seeming to have a single common theme.

'Why was everyone against me? It's like I've never had a single person that trusted me anymore. I don't blame them after what I've done, but it's like ever since the beginning of I've had no one, everyone just thought of me as nothing more than a pest. They never even gave me a chance. It all started at his coronation, if I wasn't so careless and jealous none of this would have happened. I would still be the same blindly following younger brother that I've always been.'

How is this any different? I suppose I have all the attention I could ever ask for now, the name Loki would be known threw out the nine realms. The greedy war criminal who bit off more than he could chew and ended up getting beat down by a couple of mortals. That's never what I wanted. Any of this, it was only a well placed misfortune. I seem to attract that sort of thing, along with bad company.

"What happened to make me this way? Why am I always the one to be dealt the sort hand? It's not fair. I was the only one that listened to the King, I didn't betray anyone and in the end I was forgotten. All my good intentions and where did that get me? Betrayal... I thought they were my friends too, not only Thor's." He looked up to the white tiles on the ceiling for answers, hoping one little detail of his experience would suffice. His face was sorrowful and full of doubt, yet he continued to look back.