God of Lies

Here Lies Loki

        After finding out about his true parentage Loki found himself lost. He'd been lying to himself for years but he was not the only one. It seemed everyone from whom he'd craved attention for years had been lying. This unsettled him for two reasons, the first being that despite accepting any attention that was thrown his way he still wanted to be loved and if he was truly not of Asgard then how could his so called parents love him? How could anyone love a monster? And the second? Well, despite being a liar himself he wasn't particularly fond of lies.

        Where once his deception and trickery was for a relatively innocent cause he now found himself hurting and deceiving for no cause at all. He'd abandoned his 'brother' on Midgard when he had the power to bring him back to Asgard, he'd killed his true father, Laufey, and recklessly attempted to destroy Jotunheim. The sudden loss of any sense of family and position had driven him mad.

        When Thor returned to Asgard and Bifröst was destroyed he found himself literally hanging off the edge, holding to the handle of Thor's mighty hammer, the weapon he'd never be worthy enough to wield. He looked to the man who he'd thought to be his brother for so long, hoping to find something familiar in his eyes. Instead he was met with pity, with worry, and worst of all with love. He didn't and couldn't understand. Nothing made sense anymore. Why didn't he hate him? He was not his brother. He was a filthy Jotun prince who was mighty in no sense of the word. He was a weak and fragile thing and in a moment of pain and confusion he found himself letting go of Thor's hammer, not caring if he lived or died.

Thor, Frigga, and Odin mourned his loss. Each feeling some responsibility for what might've happened to their stolen prince.