Friends. [His lips curl in a silent snarl. They were supposed to be his friends too. It wasn't his fault Thor never knew when to keep his mouth shut, but they'd blamed him anyway.]
Oh yes, his precious friends, rushing to save darling Thor from ignoble exile on your rock of a realm where he was soundly adored and immediately feel into Jane's bed. He needed such rescuing.
[Nobody had cared about Loki, about the sudden weight of the throne, the terror of it, the horror that what he was would be found out.]
I thought I could prove it, you see. To Odin. That I was a worthy son. And also keep him from sending me to that place when he woke up. Because that had always been his plan, you know. To use me in Jotunheim. A monster king on the empty throne of a ruined, blasted realm.
[He has now been to far worse places than Jotunheim. But always, he escaped them. Odin would have exiled him there and chained him to a race he had been raised to hate and fear.
He laughs sharply.]
Even living eternally as Thor's shadow in Asgard would have been a warmer sort of hell than being banished to a realm of endless winter night. And that was to be my punishment for not dying of exposure before Odin found me as a babe.
[Odin had made him into something not Jotun with the intention of sending him back to that place once he knew what light and warmth was. For that cruelty alone Loki will hate the man until the world ends.]
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Oh yes, his precious friends, rushing to save darling Thor from ignoble exile on your rock of a realm where he was soundly adored and immediately feel into Jane's bed. He needed such rescuing.
[Nobody had cared about Loki, about the sudden weight of the throne, the terror of it, the horror that what he was would be found out.]
I thought I could prove it, you see. To Odin. That I was a worthy son. And also keep him from sending me to that place when he woke up. Because that had always been his plan, you know. To use me in Jotunheim. A monster king on the empty throne of a ruined, blasted realm.
[He has now been to far worse places than Jotunheim. But always, he escaped them. Odin would have exiled him there and chained him to a race he had been raised to hate and fear.
He laughs sharply.]
Even living eternally as Thor's shadow in Asgard would have been a warmer sort of hell than being banished to a realm of endless winter night. And that was to be my punishment for not dying of exposure before Odin found me as a babe.
[Odin had made him into something not Jotun with the intention of sending him back to that place once he knew what light and warmth was. For that cruelty alone Loki will hate the man until the world ends.]