FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Loki laufeyson was one pissed off little Godling. He had suffered, more than any other person had ever suffered, and no one noticed, and no one cared. Loki had suffered under his brothers shadow, and when finally finding out just why everyone hated him, who could blame him for finally snapping? He knew, he had always known that Kingdom was in his blood, now he knew which Kingdom. The Rule of the Frost Giants had always been his, no matter his small stature, he had been Born with Rulers Blood in his veins. That was why Laufey, the previous King, had left Loki to die. Loki was 'too tiny' to rule. And Loki was tiny, but he was the most powerful creature ever born to the frost giants, who valued Magic over brute strength like the Asgaurdians. Loki was born to rule, Loki WOULD rule, as soon as the Asgaurdian Prince let him the fuck GO!
Thor had never understood. And never would, the HATRED that flowed through Loki's veins. Loki had always understood that the people of Asgaurd hated him, and once he knew WHY he understood why he had always hated his brother, and father, and everyone else. Loki had locked that part of him away though, the part that had once been gentle, and loving, and tender and sweet. The part of him that had been capable of anything other than hatred. Still, he stayed silent as he walked next to Thor, wishing that he could simply send word to the Frost Giants. As killer of the previous King, Laufey, Loki was the rightful King of Jotunheim, king of the Jotun... unfortunately, while they knew he was the rightful King, they did not know where he WAS. They where waiting for him to lead them to Glorious Purpose... but while Loki knew it was in his blood to Rule, his instincts to do so had driven him more than a little mad. Now he was paying for it, because in his attempts for revenge, he had decided to Rule the one place that would hurt his foul, traitorous brother the most. It had failed, badly. And now he was on Earth once again, with his wonderful, powerful Magic bound, helping 'clean up his mess'. No, Thor would never understand that this was how Frost Giants worked. Only the strongest was allowed to be King, and Loki was, without a doubt, the Strongest Frost Giant in recorded history... smallest too for that matter, but they would respect him, despite his size.
Now he was being dragged to some damn hospital, to look at some pathetic Midgaurdian in a Coma, who apparently hadn't aged in the thirty years that she'd been there. Loki didn't want to remember to thirty years ago. That was where everything had started to crumble. Thor wouldn't remember, he was too stupid, but Loki would never forget. “Come quickly Brother.” Thor ordered, giving Loki a small scowl, Loki sneering back at him. “i am NOT your brother.” Loki hissed before scanning the area intently, eyes narrowed as he was forced into he stinky, disgusting place of healing to meet with Jane Foster, who Loki desired to murder more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. It was not right that Thor would have the happiness of a Mate, when Thor had taken that away from Loki. Loki followed Jane into the Hospital, his eyes digging into the soft spots of Jane's neck.. a single strike, and she would be dead, but that would also mean that Loki would be put to the death. And that would lead to war, and Loki honestly didn't want to see the Frost Giants go up against the Adgaurdian's again. He could not do that to his people, knowing they would be slaughtered. So he glared at her, and plotted an 'accident' maybe... and then he saw the woman that she wanted him to see and he snapped, grabbing his brother and slamming him into the wall. “What SICK joke is this!?” he demanded, eyes blazing red and frost seeping out of his every pore. “How DARE you bring me to an Image of HER!” and Thor simply looked baffled by his brothers sudden fury and Loki realized that Thor honest to god did not REMEMBER the PAIN that he had caused. The pain of loosing his Life Mate, of losing his Hydra... the woman who had died protecting Thor from an assassination attempt and Thor did not REMEMBER.
Thor had never understood. And never would, the HATRED that flowed through Loki's veins. Loki had always understood that the people of Asgaurd hated him, and once he knew WHY he understood why he had always hated his brother, and father, and everyone else. Loki had locked that part of him away though, the part that had once been gentle, and loving, and tender and sweet. The part of him that had been capable of anything other than hatred. Still, he stayed silent as he walked next to Thor, wishing that he could simply send word to the Frost Giants. As killer of the previous King, Laufey, Loki was the rightful King of Jotunheim, king of the Jotun... unfortunately, while they knew he was the rightful King, they did not know where he WAS. They where waiting for him to lead them to Glorious Purpose... but while Loki knew it was in his blood to Rule, his instincts to do so had driven him more than a little mad. Now he was paying for it, because in his attempts for revenge, he had decided to Rule the one place that would hurt his foul, traitorous brother the most. It had failed, badly. And now he was on Earth once again, with his wonderful, powerful Magic bound, helping 'clean up his mess'. No, Thor would never understand that this was how Frost Giants worked. Only the strongest was allowed to be King, and Loki was, without a doubt, the Strongest Frost Giant in recorded history... smallest too for that matter, but they would respect him, despite his size.
Now he was being dragged to some damn hospital, to look at some pathetic Midgaurdian in a Coma, who apparently hadn't aged in the thirty years that she'd been there. Loki didn't want to remember to thirty years ago. That was where everything had started to crumble. Thor wouldn't remember, he was too stupid, but Loki would never forget. “Come quickly Brother.” Thor ordered, giving Loki a small scowl, Loki sneering back at him. “i am NOT your brother.” Loki hissed before scanning the area intently, eyes narrowed as he was forced into he stinky, disgusting place of healing to meet with Jane Foster, who Loki desired to murder more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. It was not right that Thor would have the happiness of a Mate, when Thor had taken that away from Loki. Loki followed Jane into the Hospital, his eyes digging into the soft spots of Jane's neck.. a single strike, and she would be dead, but that would also mean that Loki would be put to the death. And that would lead to war, and Loki honestly didn't want to see the Frost Giants go up against the Adgaurdian's again. He could not do that to his people, knowing they would be slaughtered. So he glared at her, and plotted an 'accident' maybe... and then he saw the woman that she wanted him to see and he snapped, grabbing his brother and slamming him into the wall. “What SICK joke is this!?” he demanded, eyes blazing red and frost seeping out of his every pore. “How DARE you bring me to an Image of HER!” and Thor simply looked baffled by his brothers sudden fury and Loki realized that Thor honest to god did not REMEMBER the PAIN that he had caused. The pain of loosing his Life Mate, of losing his Hydra... the woman who had died protecting Thor from an assassination attempt and Thor did not REMEMBER.