***authors note: Hi guys! It's been a while. I'm a lot older and finishing up college now. I started writing this story in middle school and noticed it's popularity growing again now that Loki has his own show. This story is filled with grammatical and spelling errors and may not be enjoyable for those self acclaimed "grammar nazis". No hard feelings if this story is not for you. Please read the very last chapter for some more info on why! I promise there are no spoilers. Please be nice as I was just a child when this was written. Bullying and hate will be deleted. Hope you can enjoy the story!*****
I seem srong and independent on the outside, but i am weak and scared. My attopeted mother, the only person i have ever loved, is dead. Odin has banished me after he found i have faked my own death. Thor awaits the crown with his love, Jane Foster by his side. Odin still rules all nine realms, but soon they will be under Thor's watch. I was beatin by odin as a young child. Frigga couldnt do anything about it. The other kids were just as bad, Thor and his friends ganged up on me beat me up and made fun of me. When we got older nothing changed execpt I took on the name God of mischief, I used my powers for bad, i wanted to rule all nine realms. I was hungry for power, I needed to be obeyed, noticed, respected for once in my life. That was when I became evil.
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Misunderstood
Fanfiction"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burden with glorious purpose," I say out loud but inside I feel alone and frightened.
