A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

I'm Not What You Think.

—-Sam—-

"How am I going to do this?"

I hear Loki say muffled through the door.

"How are you going to do what?"

There's nothing but silence.

"Loki please talk to me. What's wrong?"

Against my better judgment I attempt to open the door, he seems to be leaning up against it keeping it shut. I know he usually wants to be left alone when he's upset but this felt different.

"Lo' please... please just let me come sit with you."

There's more silence then I hear him move. I wait a couple seconds then open the door. He's sitting on the end of the bed turned away from me. Something's not right. I go over to him and we sit in the silence for a bit. He finally speaks.

"I'm not what you think I am."

I look up at him. I stay silent but give him a confused look. He turns to me but looks down avoiding eye contact with me, then a green light spreads over his body. He looks different, extremely different. His gaze remains fixed on the floor. His skin is blue and covered in intricate designs and his eyes are a dark red orange color.

"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm a Frost Giant."

I knew he was adopted and that it was a major factor in everything that had happened over the years but I never knew the extent. I take his hand.

"You idiot."

He looks at me looking startled for a second before his expression turns to confusion at my statement.

"I lived with the X-men for six years! Do you really think that being blue is gonna bother me at all?!"

He looks at me in surprise and relief. I go on.

"It's not exactly uncommon."

If he only knew! I've known Kurt, Hank, and Raven for years! Has he been carrying this fear the entire time? I wish he'd told me sooner simply so he wouldn't have been worried about it for so long. I see him glance at himself in the mirror a look of disgust crosses his face. He transforms back into his Asgardian form.

"You don't have to do that."

"I prefer this form."

He looks at himself in the mirror again. The look of disgust disappears he seems to regard this form with a kind of fondness.

"I grew up in this form, I am an Asgardian but you should know that it is not by birth, this is not my true form or heritage."

I nod. I get it, his decision to appear Asgardian isn't fully due to self loathing, though that's obviously a factor, this form is apart of who he is, a way of accepting the fact that despite his initial rejection of his adopted parents he now feels he belongs here among the Asgardians. He looks so relieved and at this moment I can't help myself. I kiss him.