Loki: The God of Mischief

Self Reflection

POV: Loki

I felt worthless. 

That's it really. My 'Father' lied to me for my 1200 years on this retched kingdom. That doesn't really come easy. It hurts, to be told one thing your whole life, then learning it's all a fiction.It's up to me now to decide if I'm worthy. I don't need no magical hammer for verification. I need people below me to look up and go 'Now he's the king we want, we deserve' Not no blonde reckless man who can't control his anger. Although I do love Thor, I cannot tell other people, I'll look weak and no king should look weak.

"Son." My Mother said with the biggest heartwarming smile. I

I love my Mother, our bond is close to unbreakable. She is the last person I'd like to see with a dagger in her. She taught me  everything I know, from my magic to my fighting skills... to my mischief.

"Yes Mother?" I replied in a soft tone.

"I can feel your pain, I can sense it."

"Do you mother? Really? 1200 years of my life has been a fiction. It was in my sight all along, I just didn't see it. I am nothing but a shadow to Thor in all his glory. I feel worthless Mother. Worthless!" I said in frustration.

"Not to me Loki! I don't care what your Father thinks-"

"HE'S NOT MY FATHER!" I yelled.

"Then am I not your mother?" My Mother said with a frown.

I fell silent. I didn't want to hurt her. I love her. "I'm sorry Mother." I replied with guilt.

"You don't have to prove yourself to anyone Loki. That is what makes you... unique, Don't let your past determine who you are. Odin raised you-"

"No mother, he imprisoned me. He wanted to use me." I returned sharply.

"Give him a chance Loki, he loves you no matter where you're from." 

"Really Mother? Is that why I am nothing but a peace treaty to him? Did he tell you why he took me mother?" I asked as I stood up and walked towards her. 

"Loki, you're more than that. Believe in yourself and others will."

"You think you have me all figured out Mother don't you. Just like Odin thinks he has, well you don't Mother." I said as I reached for her wrist. "I know what's best for me and I..."

My Mother faded away. She was an illusion. She didn't even put the effort to actually come and see me. I guess I really am nothing to this family.

I know what I have to do, I have to fight my way to the top, forget Odin and Thor.. and Mother, I can do this on my own, I don't have to look for verification. "I am the God of Mischief!" I screamed aloud as Thor walked past.

I frowned.

I felt worthless.