Lowkey [Loki FanFic]

Am I Broken? Yes. [Loki FanFic]

Hey! It's me! I know I said I would make another johnLock, and I still will, but I've been during to post this. I only needed to copy and paste it on because I've typed so much on google drive! I never thought I would do this. It isn't really a love story, just a story about Loki and his struggles, though it is different that Thor the movie. It is not going to have to do with Thor 2 since it is before the Avengers. I already have so much typed, so don't worry about updates! I just need to copy and paste! I work on this baby daily! :) enjoy! <3

(It sucks at the beginning because it was at the beginning of 7th grade and I'm almost done with 7th grade now)

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"This means what he is thinking at the time" If it's in italic

"C-cc-c-c....." My hands lingered tightly around the struggling figures windpipe. The victim got weaker. I just wanted it to be over as quick as possible. Finally, I ripped my bloody hand through the victim. " I hate doing this but I must do what I must." I muttered to myself while licking what blood was on my hands off. I knew that I should get back before my mother and father worried. I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall and 23 years old in my realm (he knows he's a frost giant, but he didn't freak out as much and turn evil. ). I am way different than anyone else in the 9 realms. 'I'm so stupid!' I thought to myself looking at my clothes that were soaked in what was clearly blood. I did not know how I was going to explain this to the servants. 'I need to get rid of this pair of clothes and change as soon as possible....' I thought as I entered another alley. Without another word, (or thought) I vanished. I then arrived in my room in Asgard. I quickly changed into different clothes that were exactly the same and made the other pair (which was starting to smell) burn until it had no existence whatsoever. I then quickly made my way to the dining hall, in which I could hear voices coming from.

As soon as I opened the door, everyone stopped whatever it was that they were talking about and looked at me. It was only for a few seconds, but the tension killed me from the inside out. This would happen every day. I walked towards my mother Frigga, but my father, Odin, stopped me. " Son, sit by me will you. " It wasn't an offer, but a demand. 'I don't want to sit by an oaf such as yourself ' Were the words that swam in my aching head. I sat anyway. People started to talk once again, but in a muttering voice. I just sighed and looked at the table and all of the different things there to eat. Remembering the mess in the alley after I had finished my "business", I was no longer hungry. Then I remembered that I was not hungry at all today. All day I had not eaten a bite. I had spent all of my time in my room sketching and writing poems and such. I looked up at my father, and quickly looked down at my feet once our eyes had met. " How has your day been, sons?" Father asked. " Well... I- " I was cut off.

My brother, Who was Thor, the God of Thunder, started going on and on about what a marvelous day he had. He talked about how he had fought with Siff, the God of War, and how he and father were planning to go hunting in the woods and other boring things like that. Finally, Thor stopped to take a breath and a bite of pork. I quickly saw my chance. " I went in the woods.... " I said in almost a whisper. Everyone looked at me for a couple of seconds, not even saying anything. They were surprised. Very. Everyone thought I was just some loon who stayed in my room all day and did something crazy. No one knew what I did. If you have not noticed by now, my name is Loki, Loki Odinson, or at least that is what I am forced to say.

I have only killed two innocent people. The one today, and the one that I killed last month. Even Thor was quiet for a little. But only for a little. He and Siff started laughing at me.

I frowned at the image. Them, just laughing... at me. Mother hushed them. Then, everyone started talking again. I frowned even more. Nobody cared. Nobody cared about me, what I did, or where I went. No one wanted to be my friend, even if I was the king's son.

The only person who cared for me a little, was my mother. Father did love me too... I think.. but wasn't good at showing it. Either that, or he hated me just like almost everyone else. " Aren't you going to eat Loki?" Odin asked. I looked at him and then got a plate filled with food and ate. But, I was not full or hungry. My stomach felt numb, I felt numb. My stomach felt like nothing, I felt like nothing. My stomach felt tired of being where it was. I felt tired of being where I was. Some days were just like that. ALL days were like that. There were only a few days where I had some fun and maybe even laughed. After I had eaten, I excused myself. I walked out of the dining hall and into the hallway.

Luckily, my room was out of earshot from the dining hall, because it was awfully loud when celebrating. I soon opened the door of my room. I saw that a servant had cleaned it while I was gone. I quickly ran and sat up wards in the right corner beside the door wrapping my arms around my knees. I sat there in peace and relaxed with my eyes closed. After about a minute, I sighed and quickly did a magic spell in the corner that opened a secret door to a library sort of room. It was dimly lit with three candles on a candle holder. There were tall shelves with books. There was a desk with colored pencils and pencils and other things like paper, a painting stand, finger paints, and sketch paper. I love art. Sketching is my favorite. It is a wonderful way to express myself. My art is always dark. Monsters. Fire. Tears. Pain. I felt comfortable with it though.

The servants did not know about the secret room. Only mother and father knew about it. They gave it to me when I was little. Actually, mom had the idea and dad just agreed. No one but me had been in it for about a year and a half. I checked my paintings and art to make sure that no one had touched anything. Everything was in order. Good. In the middle of the room was a Grand Piano. It came with my room just like the books, desk and chair. I went back up the stairs into my room and shut the magic entrance. I walked onto the balcony and looked at all of Asgard. I just stood there. After a little, I walked to my bed and said good night to myself. Just like I always did.

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Whoo! Glad I'm done! It took a LOT of time! Jk I only copied and pasted. It's still my work though, so give me some credit! :) till next time my friends!