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Name: Loki Laufeyson Alias: Loki Age: Ancient Gender: Male Sexuality: Indifferent to sexuality Occupation: Prince of Asgard God of Mischief Member Group: Asgardians Powers & Abilities: Superhuman: All Sorcery & Cyrokinesis Playby: Tom Hiddleston |
PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT LIKES: |
Outwitting the Opponent: Raised in a society of brutish warriors while at a clear physical disadvantage had its affects on Loki, who saw fit to battle in another manner - with wit and cleverness. Defeating his opponents without getting into close combat is a skill that Loki is particularly fond of. He is a brilliant tactician and is fond of utilizing deceptive methods to achieve his ends.
Success: Success is the sum total of ones merits. It is not enough to simply outwit ones opponent if one cannot win in the exchange. Loki craves the approval of his fellow Asgardians and in a society of warriors wit alone is not enough. Only victory will truly be counted and for this reason, Loki savours every victory he makes.
Frigga: Frigga never once made Loki feel inferior to Thor. She treated him as an equal, she welcomed him upon the throne when Thor fell. Of the entirety of his adopted family, Frigga's love is the only one that Loki does not question, for she never gave him reason to doubt it. Even knowing what he was, she let him - trusted him to lead as her son. It means more to Loki then he will ever confess.
Odin's Approval: As much as it pains Loki to acknowledge, the fact is that even now, Loki craves the approval of the Allfather. He has sought it desperately since his childhood, has been so very defined by its few, glimmering moments that it is impossible to shake the need of it - no matter how conflicted it makes him.[/ul]
DISLIKES:
Inner Conflict: Loki despises the sentiments that clutch at him even still. His feelings for Thor, though embittered, still hold a sense of fondness that is difficult to shake or appease. The Warriors Three were once comrades - friends, even - and to have them united against him hurts in a manner he is not at all pleased with. The continued desire to please Odin and the desperate need to hold on to the love of a mother who is not, truly, his own is all a mess that he truly could do without. It makes him all the more temperate when faced with conflict and sentiment in others, because for him it is a weakness and therefore in others, it is a weakness to be exploited.
Being Overshadowed: All Loki has ever wanted was to be acknowledged as a son worthy of Odin. For all his brilliance, for all his wit, Loki could never hold a candle to the warriors prowess that Thor possesses. The Thunder God played on a completely different level, and was a warrior like all the others of his race, while Loki unknowingly was quite literally in a different league. Yet he did succeed - he was a son of Asgard - and yet he never truly felt as though Odin agreed. The revelation of his adoption only further cemented this insecure belief into Loki's mind.
The Hulk: To be entirely frank, Loki is not overly fond of being bested, beaten, or used as a battering ram. Suffice it to say the Hulk is not puny and should never be referred to as such.
Thanos: One does not simply fall through all of time and space and simply land amongst the Other to be granted the power of Thanos. Great and unspeakable horrors must first be faced and endured, impossible worlds explored and observed before one can earn such a favour from Thanos. To then fail him is to guarantee the promise of pain unimaginable. To say that Loki has absolutely no wish to be found by Thanos or his many minions is putting things most mildly indeed.[/ul]
STRENGTHS:
Deception: Deception is Loki's primary course of tactical action as all warfare is based upon it at its core. Loki believes in utilizing schemes within schemes in order to convince the enemy he is doing one thing and have them prepare for it, thus leaving them open to the true force of his attack.
Intellect: Loki covets his intellect almost jealously. It is something that sets him apart from his fellow Asgardians and is something he takes extreme pride in. He has devoted himself to developing his wits and believes himself to be a cut above the rest when it comes to battles of the mind.
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WEAKNESSES:
Physical Combat: Loki is a range fighter for a reason; in close quarters he is easily outmatched. He is agile and quick to avoid heavy blows, and prefers weapons that can be thrown or keep close combatants at bay - such as knives and spears.
Skewed Morality: Loki has lost sight of the black and white and even the grey of right and wrong. He's obsessed with the things he feels he cannot have, slights both real and imagined, and he will not hesitate to destroy anything that gets in the way of goals even he cannot fully describe within himself. He has lost sight of the good morals Odin raised him to uphold and has become cold and almost sadistic in the wake of his service under Thanos.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Loki, for all his power and all his gifts and intellect, is at his core a young man who has taken the news of his adoption very, very poorly. Loki has always seen himself as having been in Thor's shadow, though until the discovery of his adoption it was something he considered a challenge and a friendly rivalry. With the discovery that he is the biological descendant of the very monsters he swore to defend Asgard from, Loki's insecurities turned violent in the wake of what felt like a grand betrayal.
What started out as an identity crises turned into something considerably darker and more virulent after Loki spent time in service to Thanos, and the resulting desperation to prove himself better than Thor and the things Thor loved was a primary force in Loki's motivations to take on Midgard as he did. Fear of Thanos was very real, though it was something Loki refused to acknowledge within himself or to others. He appeared to be completely delusional - though how much of that was genuine and how much of that was a deceptive smokescreen remains to be seen.
HISTORICAL OVERVIEW
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Fenrir - The Wolf God; Son
Jörmungandr - The Midgard Serpent; Son
Sleipnir - Eight Legged Horse; Steed of Odin; Son[/ul]
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RECENT HISTORY:
Using the Movieverse, a touch of comic element and a healthy dose of mythology, I have formed this tale in order to grant a better understanding of Loki’s relationships with his children and other descendants. While this will have limited impact on average threads, it does provide insight to why Loki is willing to go as far as he is for the children and also explains why there are no slighted lovers of the God of Mischief running amuck.
Loki’s tale begins long ago, in the wars of Asgard and Jotunheim. Born of the Jotun king Laufey and his mate, Fàrbauti, Loki was exceedingly small by the standards of Jotunheim. Shamed of the child, Laufey had him placed in a temple where the boy would be hidden from sight and could not bring shame to the name of the king. The war continued until Asgard prevailed and, during a final invasion, Loki was discovered by the newly made King of Asgard, Odin Allfather.
Lifting the child from the wreckage, Odin chose to return to Asgard with him, intending one day to utilize Loki in forging a permanent peace between the realms. Raised by Frigga and watched closely by Odin, Loki left a plane of shame only to be placed into a plane of doubt. As a child, Loki had no concept of this dark truth and believed himself the rightful son of Odin and Frigga, the trueborn brother of Thor and a proper prince of Asgard. At no point in his early life was he ever told by Odin or by Frigga to think differently and so the life of lies began.
Loki noticed very swiftly that he was unlike his brother and his fellow Asgardians, but though at times it could trouble him, he chose to rise above the challenge. If he could not win his battles through brawn, then he would win them with his brain. From a young age, Loki was fascinated by the delicacy of careful planning and swiftly discovered his own skill for sorcery.
As he grew, so too did his skills with spellwork and manipulative strategizing. He was good at diffusing situations, earning the name Silvertongue for the quickness of his wit and his ability to smooth over heated arguments with but a few carefully chosen words. In his youth, Loki was not known as a liar so much as a diplomat. He could gauge people well, and with a proper knowledge of his comrades, he could appeal to their personalities through words and actions that appeased them. In the middle of an argument, Loki would not choose a side, so much as manipulate the parties at hand until both were calm enough to resolve the matter themselves. At times, the argument in question would be due to a trick played on his end and, not wanting hurt feelings over what he had honestly intended as a joke, Loki developed the trick of appearing neutral and smoothing over hurts almost as a defense mechanism. Though he never lied, Loki was not always honest, but his heart then had always been pure in its intentions.
By the time Loki reached maturity, he was an accomplished sorcerer and a warrior of merit. He had begun to grow jealous of Thor, though it was more of a determined rivalry than a painful ache in those early years. He did not have Thor’s might, and his skill as an Asgardian warrior was not the same as the others. He was quick and stealthy, he used magic and trickery to achieve his ends. He could not challenge a boar with his bare hands like Volstagg, nor could he even utilize a sword with the same level of impossible prowess that Sif did. Though he was familiar with the weapon, his lack of finesse with it made him reluctant to make use of it. He had formulated a style of fighting that worked well for him and though it was not one that could bring great pride in Odin’s eyes, Loki took heart in the fact that Frigga valued his mind as much as Odin valued Thor’s brawn.
On a trip to Vanaheim, Loki engaged in his first of many conquests, mastering a spell taught to him by his Vanir companion to ascertain that he would be able to engage without risk of long term commitments. For many centuries, Loki was content to enjoy the beds of others (and sometimes the beds of those who already had lovers, which nearly always resulted in entertainment of the best sort when it was unearthed) and to continue his studies in sorcery while also working to better define his techniques as a fighter.
To say that Loki has had many partners would be putting matters mildly, but there were none who stayed long in his memory. Fleeting affairs of heat and passion were nothing more than a night’s respite, and in the early days of Asgardian peace, during a time when Loki was still young by the standards of Asgard, there was a wild edge to him that could only be tamed by a stern word from Odin or a calm one from Frigga. He could never be still for long, could never keep himself completely satisfied. Ambitious and determined to prove himself, being held to a relationship was not something that Loki desired. His interests were fleeting enough that now, so many millennia gone, he is likely not even a recollection to most of them – just as they are not a part of his active memory either.
Even then, in those early days and in truth from his very childhood, Loki’s penchant for mischief was strong and he took great joy in being clever. He rarely meant harm with his games, and even when he did mean to cause trouble, his intentions were generally in the right place. When truly angered with someone, Loki was always careful never to cause physical harm and to ensure that the only wounds would be ones to the pride. Though he was aware that in comparison to his brother, he was hardly a warrior, Loki took heart in the fact he could think his way out of any situation. Which was why when his engagement with a warrior maiden from the Iron Wood found him cornered by her nine giant brothers, he had not been as alarmed as he should have been.
Using a spell to replicate himself, Loki charged forward with a near army of exact copies, weaving through them as the wolves snapped and tore at what was but illusion. He slipped off, and eventually found refuge for himself in a cave, where in the mouth he stood and watched as the wolves tore off after the one copy he had infused with his own scent, leading them far from his true hideaway. It was then, as he stood congratulating himself on another well done escape, that he met with the sister of that maiden – Angrboða, the sorceress of Jàrnvid.
Her hair was red as blood upon the snow of her flesh, and immediately Loki found himself taken by her appearance. From head to toe she was covered in the insignias of Jotunheim and the Jàrnvid clans of Wolf and Serpent. Bones were weaved through her hair with the same care as a queen’s golden baubles, and she bore her naked self with a pride Loki had never before seen. They spoke then, and she let him leave with the impression that he could do so only because she allowed it.
For some time, Loki attempted to shake himself of the vision of her, but when it could not be done, he returned. Again and again, Loki sought out Angrboða until eventually they came to laugh together at the realization of what they had allowed themselves to become. Such a union was hardly appropriate for either of them, though like Loki, Angrboða was not one to be held back by the conforms of her society.
In Angrboða’s arms Loki discovered a new form of passion, the sort that is remembered long after it has grown cold. She showed him things he had never known, things that ran far deeper than a sordid affair such as theirs should have warranted. They shared secrets in the night, traded magic by day and held one another close even when they were far away. It was, at its essence, love in its plainest form and one they would never speak of to those around them.
The spell that Loki used to keep himself from fatherhood was altered at Angrboða’s suggestion, and together they created a new spell, one of will and intent. Nothing would change unless they both wanted it to. If they both were prepared to face the anger and the judgement of their people, if they both had the dedication to one another that could transcend this, only then would a child be of concern to them.
It was a gamble between them, a dare of will and a test of dedication that neither one of them acknowledged as such. The undertones of the decision remained unspoken of, and their relationship remained unchanged in the shadows of their lives. Though Loki’s lifestyle had altered considerably enough that other Asgardians took to teasing him about his lack in appetite, Angrboða’s life was private enough that her engagement went unnoted until the time that shape of her became impossible to ignore.
The two had known, very early, that their conditions had been met. For Loki it was a joyous, if tumultuous moment and though his will had allowed this, he was hesitant to bring it to light while Angrboða was vulnerable. They agreed to hold their secret as long as they could and Loki was content in knowing he had time to find a way to manipulate his parents in favor of an Iron Wood sorceress as a bride. He had not expected Angrboða to feel as deeply as him and had failed to prepare, as so often was the case when Loki engaged in something in dare and failed to think about the result of success.
Though Loki would have preferred to be by Angrboða’s side during the entirety of her pregnancy, a prince of Asgard could never be excused for so long. The time between their visits was always great, but in this time it was at its most bitter. They fought, toward the end of it, Angrboða’s pregnancy making her volatile and Loki’s regret making him cruel. He was cast from her sight, banished by her hurts, and when he came to meet with her to apologize, he was faced with her nephews and the mighty rage of her sister. Forced from Jàrnvid and branded a liar of the darkest nature for his betrayal of her – a betrayal he had never intended – Loki returned to Asgard wounded in a way he had never known.
Nearly a year passed, during which Loki tried in vain to reach the mother of his children through dreams, not daring to return to Jàrnvid again. He was despondent and withdrawn until the day that Angrboða appeared in the hall of his father, bearing in her arms a basket that she pushed into his arms. He tried to speak with her, but her words stopped him. She had been the one to betray their bond and so she had no right to call them her own. Before he could argue, before he could insist that the bond was not yet shattered, she was gone from the hall, leaving Loki with the basket that he knew, without looking, contained their children.
Wounded and heartsore, Loki retreated from his father’s hall without a word of explanation. In his rooms, he pulled back the covering gently, to stare in awe at the three forms, so small and fragile. They were unnamed, unmarked by the judgements that would soon fall upon their small and already broken family. He chose each name with a delicate care, honoring their mother with each one. Fenrir, for the Wolf Clan of Iron Wood and the beautiful, deadly sons of Angrboða’s sister without whom, the child’s parents would never have met. Jörmungrandr, for the Serpent Clan their mother descended from and whose magic she wielded at her most deadly and beautiful, and Hela, for the Ghost Stag clan her mother respected so highly, and whose magic she weaved in her gentlest of moments.
Loki knew no greater pride or love than he did in the moment their eyes looked upon him, and it was in innocence that he brought them to Frigga to see. He trusted her with them first and perhaps that was what started it all. Jealousy could make the darkest of men, and Loki knew well how much it could hurt to see one close to you favored above yourself. Perhaps if he had gone to Odin first, the Allfather would have loved them just as much as Loki did. This was something Loki thought for the entirety of his children’s lives, until just a few years ago when he realized Odin could never have loved them, because they were Loki’s. And Loki was nothing more to Odin, than a barter with the monsters of Jotunheim – so how, how could he possibly have it in him to do anything other than hate that which Loki loved most?
Loki’s first test in parenthood came with Hela who, in her first weeks of life, ceased breathing. Horror could not begin to describe the pain that Loki felt as he had held her cold form and wept upon it, shaking and unable to bring himself to Frigga’s side, unable to do anything but hold her and feel completely responsible for this failure. A hand touched his face and his eyes opened, to see the child smiling at him, alive without breath. Loki could not comprehend it, but he knew only joy for the fact that she lived in any capacity, and held her close.
By the time the children were three years old, Loki’s devotion to them was greater than any other responsibility. He took them everywhere he went, setting them down only when necessary. They were at his side during meetings regarding affairs of state, they were with him when he did routine inspections, and they slept when he studied.
Though the tale of Ragnarok was often whispered of, Loki would only laugh and say that if Ragnarok relied upon his children to come to fruition, then it was a story that would never come to be. He saw no monsters in his children, and when Fenrir shifted to his wolf self for the first time, Loki had not seen it as confirmation of prophesy, but as confirmation of ancestry. His mother had come from a clan of women known for their giant wolfsons, and he had named the boy precisely for this. That Fenrir preferred the form was favorable to Loki, who could only see how cute his son was and was, in truth, blind and biased to any idea that his child could be anything less than special.
These same thoughts were held when Jörmungrandr first took on his serpentine form. Angrboða’s ancestry was linked to both the Wolf and Serpent clans of Jàrnvid and though he had limited knowledge of how to raise a serpent son properly, Loki had never been one to allow knowledge to slip through his fingers. Warned of the Ragnarok prophesy again, Loki only laughed and set his son about his neck and replied that his children loved their family just as their father did. He could not dream of his children harming the noble sons and daughters of Asgard, let alone their grandparents, and he let not the whispers of fools trouble him.
As his children grew, Loki noted that though he had very little trouble passing off the accusations of Ragnarok, his little ones were not so strong. He saw, as well, their weakness toward mother figures and realized that they needed, more than anything, a sense of stability and understanding. He did his best to provide this, and was never hesitant to step up and silence an Asgardian if their tongue wagged too freely around them.
Hela began to deteriorate then, and by the time she was seven, whatever magic had held her flesh together had faded in places. The sight of her was unsettling to the Asgardians, but Loki’s only concern was that she was not in pain. Hela, his child of living death, assured him that she was not and so he simply fashioned her garments of bone and of gold, and to him she was his beautiful one. She had her mother’s pride and though she unsettled others, in her garments of gold she was a princess. Loki held her high, just as he did her brothers, and he knew nothing but pride in them all.
Yet where Loki saw only beauty, Odin saw monstrosity. Hela was the first of Loki’s children to be banished by the Allfather, before she had even reached maturity. In a cowardly act, Hela was taken during what would have been her first visit with Heimdall, whom she had been taught by her father could see all the realms. Curiosity had brought her to his side while her father attended to Asgardian affairs as was his duty as prince. Unawares of his child’s plight, Loki would not have known as swiftly as he did had Heimdall not been asked to activate the Bifrost. The sound of it activating without authorisation – as far as he was aware – had drawn his attention and so Loki had watched, stunned, as guards drew his daughter inside.
Teleporting down only to be held back by more of his father’s guards, Loki screamed for explanation only to watch as his child – barely ten – was cast out to Hel. To Hel. The betrayal of this action nearly destroyed him, and for months he demanded that Odin correct this, while spending every night in dreams with his weeping little girl, so frightened and alone. Through all this, trying to soothe Fenrir and Jörmungrandr’s concerns while he was so stressed was perhaps his second test as a father, and one of the hardest to bear. Loki appealed to anyone he could, but none would listen to him. A freak, a monstrosity, she was where she belonged.
It was then, then, that Loki began to know hatred.
Yet in a twist of fate it was Hela herself who soothed him, finding for herself a place in Hel that suited her. Every night they spoke, and every night he watched his little girl grow more and more assured of herself. In the mornings he would tell her brothers that she was well, and sometimes share tales of her exploits. Where Odin had sent her to rot and perish, Hela had chosen instead to rule. A babe though she was, she sought her father’s counsel on matters that, at times, left him baffled and brought him to Frigga or even Odin with fantastic hypotheticals that were later passed gladly to the little one who was determined to succeed against any and all odds.
Time carried on and the boys grew bigger as children were so wont to do. Fenrir changed his name and Jörmungrandr reached a point where Loki had trouble lifting him, and instead found himself sleeping in his son’s coils rather than having his boy sleep in his arms. When the point was reached that his grand one could hold both Loki and Fenris in those coils, the whispers of Ragnarok grew louder and Loki began to grow concerned. His children were well into their Asgardian teens by then, hundreds of years old, and the wound of Hela had finally begun to heal with the knowledge that she reigned over Hel so securely.
Loki began to prepare his son for what might come, but it was Fenris who was taken next, which came as just enough of a surprise to Loki that he had been ill prepared. This time, however, he did not allow his father’s soldiers to simply hold him at bay. His son was panicking and so was he. As Fenris bit off the hand of Tyr, Loki stabbed his own father’s men to get to his child, screaming for the warriors to heed him. He pulled rank, reminding them that he was a Prince of Asgard, but all this warranted him was more men and impossible grips at his wrists. He was bound, and Fenris was screaming at him to look after the babes Hati and Sköll even as he was screaming for Tyr to let Fenris go.
His child stolen, locked from him again, Loki took Fenris’ words to heart and was constantly present in the lives of his grandsons, regardless of the fact that to one, he was not fully welcome. Knowing now that Odin would stop at nothing, Loki stayed close to Jörmungrandr and they both prepared for what they now knew would be inevitable in the wake of Odin’s paranoia. When that time came, and Jörmun too was taken from him, Loki did not scream, nor did he beg. He retreated to his rooms, and to himself, and it was on that day that Loki’s love for Asgard grew cold.
The only ones for whom Loki still had faith were his mother, Frigga, his brother, Thor, the warriors three, and Sif. As much as he loved Odin, he could not bear how little his father loved him. It hurt to be so untrusted, to have a prophesy dictate that his children were monstrosities, and to know that Odin held more faith in an ancient word than in his own son and grandchildren. Loki wept only for Frigga, and in his dreams he stood with Hela and Jörmungrandr in a world of their own, that none could take from them. The only ache was that Fenris could not join them and, every time he could make the journey, Loki went to the mountain his son was chained upon and held him in his arms, whispering the stories and dreams shared so that he would always be aware of how his family was. He spoke of Fenris’ sons and of himself, and always stayed the entirety of the night before he returned to Asgard proper. On the nights when he wasn’t with Hela and Jörmungrandr, it was always understood that he was with Fenris.
Countless years passed in this manner, until Loki’s hatred had ebbed from a raging inferno to a barely flickering ember. He had grown close to the ones he had faith in, and so when Fandral was captured by the Dark Elves, Loki had insisted upon joining the rescue party. Having lost the dearest ones to him, Loki had no wish to begin losing friends as well.
It was during their trip to Svartalfheim that Loki chose to flirt with Sif – the only woman since Angrboða to make an impression on him, though in truth he saw her less as a lover and more as a friend. She would have been his only lover since Angrboða had she not shut down his advances and, though he would never say as much, he was glad that she had in the end. Loki was growing lonely, but not so lonely as to be willing to allow a relationship to distract him from his children and, after Angrboða and the fate he had learned had become her, Loki no longer had the heart for anything else.
The battle proved successful and Loki agreed with Thor that the two of them really ought to battle side by side more often. With his brother and the warriors three, Loki felt comfortable, though at times he did have cause to question them. When it became clear that Odin had chosen Thor to take the crown of Asgard, Loki was entirely unsurprised. It was clear, three abducted babies later, who Odin trusted most. Still, Loki had to disagree on the timing. Thor was still too brash, too headstrong, and Asgard would not benefit under his leadership.
Inviting Jotun warriors to Asgard had been done for one purpose, and one purpose only – to postpone Thor’s coronation until such a time as he was capable of being a just and sound leader. When Thor decides to launch a counter-strike, Loki encouraged this for the same reason. He believed that Thor’s impulsiveness would be noted and that he would be barred from kingship until he learned better. At no point was Loki intending for them to succeed in getting past Heimdall.
When they had gotten to the Bifrost guard in the first place, Loki had wondered where the guard he had tipped off had gotten to. As the silvertongue, it fell to him to try and buy their way through, but two things kept him silent. The first was that he did not wish for his brother and their friends to go to Jotunheim of all the thrice damned places, but the second was darker still. He remembered, too keenly, the curiousity of a nine year old girl who had come to Heimdall for stories, only to be cast away.
In his moment of faltering, Thor engaged Heimdall and won their passage through, much to Loki’s chagrin. They meet with the Jotun king and Loki, knowing them all outnumbered and having never wished matters to grow to this level, was only too quick to accept Laufey’s offer of free passage home. Unfortunately, Thor’s inability to take an insult with grace resulted in battle all the same, and Loki moved quickly to try and keep damage minimal. He utilized his sorcery to summon copies and daggers, fighting alongside his brother and friends and praying that help would soon come.
In the midst of battle, Volstagg cried out a warning not to allow the Jotuns to touch them. Loki, caught in the middle of a fight he was ill-prepared for, was grabbed mere moments afterward only to find himself oddly immune to the cyrokenetic attack. He watched, horrified, as his skin shattered like brittle illusion to reveal the cold blue flesh of a Jotun. An icy cold sensation shivered down his spine in that moment and, despite everything Odin had done, Loki met the eyes of the Jotun before him and killed it, refusing to accept, just yet, what he already feared to be true.
When Fandral was impaled by an ice giant’s twist of ice and magic, Loki was quick to intercede, again, on behalf of the warrior whom he counted as a comrade and friend. As Volstag and Hogun took hold of him, Laufey awakened a great beast that there was little hope of defeating amid the hoard of Frost Giants and with a warrior down no less. The lot of them fled and, in the end, were rescued by Odin’s timely appearance.
The fight that ensued between Odin and Thor was far worse than Loki intended, and though he tried to interfere his silvertongue failed him miserably and he was swiftly silenced. Loki watched, horrified, as yet another to whom he was close was banished by Odin’s hand and, in that moment, knew only anger at the Allfather and fear for himself. Thor’s banishment left him as the only remaining prince of Asgard capable of leading, but there was reason to doubt that this was in fact a truth.
Loki knew he needed to confirm the truth and so he went and gathered the Casket of Ancient Winters. He wanted to prove himself wrong but in the end, only confirmed the truth. He was not of Asgardian blood and, when he is confronted by Odin and hears the truth, he is consumed by the anger of far too many betrayals. His children, all banished and damned because Odin saw only a monster in what he dared to call son, and now Thor, whom Loki had relied on for so long, simply because Odin had as much hate in his heart as those he deemed monstrous. Loki lashed out and Odin collapsed to the Odinsleep, leaving Asgard without a king and Loki with a mess far greater, and for bloodier, than he had ever wished for.
Frigga names him king and though Loki detests the role for what it means, vows to make things right. It requires careful planning and deception, but Loki has lost the will to care for honesty. Lying to Thor hurts him, but it must be done to keep Thor from sweeping in at the last bloody minute and snatching the victory Loki now desperately needs in order to appease his guilty conscience. As much hate as there is in his heart for Odin, he at no point wished the harm he had caused. Defeating the Jotuns – killing all that made him a monster – felt like the best apology he could offer to Odin for failing to realize sooner what he was and simply leaving of his own accord. So much pain could have been avoided, if only he had known the truth of his heritage.
Yet in the end, all Loki found was how swiftly those he trusted would turn on him. The warriors three held no faith in him, nor did Sif. They left for Thor and Heimdall allowed it. It was the final straw for Loki, who was rapidly losing sight of his remaining good intentions. Freezing Heimdall brought him a distinct sense of bitter pleasure. Sending the Destroyer after those he had once called friends was, in truth, a childish and bitter act on his part. It is one Loki regrets, if only slightly. He would regret it more if one of them had died, but as they did not, his regret is minimal on account of the fact not a one of them stopped to simply speak with him. The father of monsters, it seemed, was far easier to distrust than he was to treat as a friend.
His plan worked, as he meant it to. He killed Laufey and would have succeeded in ending Jotunheim had it not been for Thor who, as anticipated, burst in at the last moment to sweep away Loki’s victory. In the moment when he hung suspended at the hands of Odin and Thor, seeing only their judgement of a monster and realizing that no action now could possibly make him anything to them but this, Loki surrendered his grip on a life that was never his to have.
Loki fell through a wormhole, and though he transported himself while within it, he had no control over where he landed. On the dark side of dead space, in the wicked cold of dying stars, rested a planet that never should have been. Loki was taken in by Thanos, though it was not so kind an act as such a statement would indicate. A deal was struck between the two, one orchestrated by a being far older, far bigger, and far more deadly than Loki, who had just run out of allies. When it later became clear what the true intents of Thanos were, Loki attempted to negotiate only to have something used against him – his son, Jörmungrandr.
Once again in a position over his head, Loki had decisions to make. Though he was placed under Chitauri influence, he did not act against Midgard simply because he was under mind-control. Nor did he do it simply because he was being blackmailed. Loki had other reasons, including a genuine desire to piss Thor off that was perhaps far from sporting. Loki attacked Midgard because it was the deal that he struck and because he needed allies. Thanos was too strong for him alone – too strong for Midgard or Asgard to face unprepared.
Though he had no love of Odin, and though he had lost all hope in Thor, the warriors three, and Sif, Loki still loved Frigga and his son, Fenris, was still trapped in Asgard. And while Midgard was mostly meaningless to him, it was the home of his grandchildren and his son when his son wasn’t being used as a bloody bartering chip on Thanos’ table. As such, allowing the two worlds to be destroyed was simply not something he could allow. He could have asked for aid, but Loki deemed that a fool’s errand.
If it was a monster that Odin saw, nothing but a liar that Thor could hear, then that would be precisely what Loki would be in order to get what he wanted out of them both.
Defeat came intentionally, and Loki even hinted at his intentions to Tony Stark when the Midgardian pointed out that he had just pissed off Earth’s defenders and he coolly replied that such had been his plan from the start. Of course, the Midgardians did give him pause for concern when they seemed to falter, and at Thor’s hand, forced to observe how close they were to losing, Loki had to begin thinking about the possibility of winning this planet he never wanted. Yet in the end, a painful bashing to the pride later, Loki found himself in chains and at Thor’s mercy. He was taken back to Asgard and, knowing that Jörmungrandr was free, Loki went without any further struggle.
Denying the Asgardians their answers for nearly two whole years had been surprisingly easy for Loki. Odin frequently sent those who held no attachments to him to question him and for that, Loki had been grateful. It was easy to deny the faceless menagerie as they paraded through his cell block, but when word reached his ears of the attack upon the Bifrost bridge that had resulted in an injury to Frigga, his reluctance faded in the sheer desperation to protect the one person with whom he had no quarrel. His love for Frigga had not faded and, driven by sentiment for his adopted mother, Loki confessed the affairs of Thanos as best he knew them.
Unfortunately, a record of deception worked against him in his moment of truth and Loki was cast back to his cells, disbelieved. There was no use begging to be heard, though Loki did consider it once or twice. When the Chitauri broke through the northern border nearly two weeks later, and Odin's messengers uncovered the truth of Loki's words, his counsel was finally sought - by Frigga herself.
Unable to hide a thing from her, Loki confessed everything he knew and he did so willingly and gladly. His dark tidings were met with less suspicion than before and were confirmed through other sources where they could be. Carefully, Loki laid the seeds of hope in Frigga's mind, hinting at his desire to reconcile their differences and to redeem himself of his actions without saying it too clearly.
The opportunity to prove himself was granted when it became clear Midgard would soon be targeted. Thor would go act as emissary and defender, but Frigga insisted that at least one other warrior be sent to defend the youthful realm. She was clever, Loki had to grant her that. Odin made him an offer - one he could not refuse.
If Loki protected Midgard from Thanos and his coming armies, and obeyed Thor's orders while there, he would be removed from his exile and allowed a second chance. Should he attempt betrayal, the Allfather's word was quite clear - any whom were capable of it, would be welcome to slay Loki should he turn against Midgard again.
It was not for Odin's approval, but Frigga's, that Loki agreed to the terms. Now, once again standing upon Midgardian soil, Loki acknowledges that his role will not be an easy one. Paired with 'Earth's mightiest heroes' and the very people he had sought to destroy in order to achieve a common goal sounded fine enough in a conference room. In actuality, it will likely be Loki's greatest challenge yet.
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