Loki Shorts

Jotün

Loki came to you, the one person who might be able to make him feel better, on the verge of tears.

"Loki, what's wrong?"

"I'm a Jotun."

"What? Are you sure?"

Loki looks at you like you're an idiot, and in all honesty, he's right. That wasn't the best response.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Why are you just finding out about it now?"

"Why don't you go ask Odin? Or Frigga, for that matter because she's just as bad as he is. She didn't tell me the truth either."

"Loki, I can't imagine how difficult this must be right now, but I know you don't mean that."

"Maybe I do." He crosses his arms, looking anywhere except at you.

"Alright, why don't you sit, we can talk about it if you want to."

"Because sitting and talking is magically going to fix it." He huffs but takes a seat next to you anyway.

"Loki I don't know what you want me to do. I'm here to help in whatever way I can but you have to give me something to work with."

He puts his face in his hands. "My life is a lie. Fitting for the God of such, I suppose."

"Loki, look at me."

It takes him a minute because he's a stubborn little shit, but he knows that at the end of the day, you're here to help him. It's why he came to you in the first place.

"Now, no matter what's going on, I'm here for you. I'm not a lie and who you are is not a lie. Yes, they should have told you before. And right now, it feels like a huge, pivotal, moment. But this doesn't change you— or it doesn't have to."

"If only that were true." He says bitterly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I suppose you have the right to know your former best friend is a monster."

"What do you mean former? You're not—" Before you can finish, his skin starts turning blue, slowly spreading to his face with raised lines forming circular patterns on his skin. When it reaches his eyes they turn blood red. He stares at you and you can see him reading every minute expression.

"I'm not what? A monster?" He laughs bitterly. "Now you see me for what I am. You can't argue with me now can you?"

"Will your skin hurt me?"

He furrows his brows. "What?"

"Will your skin burn mine? I know Volstagg recently came back from battle in Jotunheim with burns from a Frost Giant."

"Oh, I don't know. Odin fell into the Odin sleep after he told me, so he wasn't able to answer many of my questions. I sat with him until the guards came. I don't think I burned him when I touched him."

"Give me your hand." You catch his puzzled look before he can voice his confusion at your response. "Norns help me, if you ask what one more time I'm going to..."

That gets a laugh out of him. "You're going to what?"

"I don't know. I'll think of something. Now give me your hand, you oaf."

"Hey! That title is fitting of Thor. Don't lump me in with him."

"Well, stop acting like him."

He shoots you a glare that might be frightening if you didn't know him.