The Tragic Truth
After Thor had been banished, Loki had rushed down to the Treasure Room, his mind buzzing, his blood rushing in his ears. He had stumbled down the stairs and up to the one thing that he knew would show him the truth. He had to know, he had to be certain that what he had seen was real, that it wasn’t a trick of the eye, that it wasn’t an illusion.
He had approached the Casket slowly, his heart hammering, his chest rising and falling in anxiety and panic as he gripped a hold of the cursed thing and slowly lifted it off of its pedestal, his skin slowly turning that accursed color, that deep, cold, lifeless blue of those monsters, those beasts, the Jotunar, the Frost Giants.
“Stop!”
The sound of Odin’s voice made him freeze on the spot, his eyes wide with fear as he continued to grip what was once stolen from the Frost Giants; what was showing him what he truly was.
“Am I cursed?” Loki’s voice was shaking.
“No.” Odin’t voice was sure and confident as always.
“What am I?” Loki put the Casket down like it weighed a tonne, and in that moment it did. It was weighed down with the truth that his whole existence was a lie.
“You’re my son.”
Odin had said it just like he had always said it, but this time Loki knew it was a lie.
“What more than that?” Loki had practically hissed out the words, spit them out like venom on his tongue as he turned around, his skin that cold stone blue, his eyes a burning crimson. Everyone had always joked and told Loki that his Alpha instincts were different, more animalistic in nature, sometimes even monstrous, and now he knew why; he knew it was because he himself was a monster.
“The Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day was it?” Loki demanded as he stalked toward Odin, stopping right as he got to the foot of the stairs.
“No.” Odin’s voice was quiet this time, like he was hesitant, like he had been caught in a lie and he knew it. “In the aftermath of the battle I went into the temple, and I found a baby; small for a giant’s offspring, abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey’s son.”
“Laufey’s son.”
Loki didn’t believe it even as he said it himself. It all started to make sense now, why Odin had told him and Thor that they were both born to be kings.
“Yes.”
Loki remembered Odin’s voice was surprisingly gentle, like he was trying to soothe him, like he was trying to stop the storm before it started.
Loki had stood there in shock, his breath coming out in sharp pants, his chest aching with pain, with betrayal. “Why? You were knee deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?”
“You were an innocent child.”
Loki had picked up on the lie the second it left Odin’s mouth and he was quick to shoot him down.
“No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?”
Odin hesitated and Loki had noticed it immediately. His blood began rushing in his ears even louder than before, black spots beginning to cloud the edges of his vision. What could have possibly made him, the mighty Odin, hesitate? The silence between them lasted longer than Loki liked and it was beginning to scare him and tears filled his eyes. Whatever the reason for Odin’s decision, Loki was for certain now, that it wasn’t because he was an innocent child that needed saving.
“TELL ME!” Loki screamed, his voice overflowing with his emotion, with his pain; looking back now, he wished he had never found out the truth.
“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace, through you….but those plans no longer matter.”
“Wha…” Loki’s voice was trembling as he looked at Odin, the truth suddenly coming and smacking him in the face. This explained why he was always seen as the lesser child, because he wasn’t seen as a child at all. “So I am no more than another stolen relic? Locked up here until you might have use of me?”
“Why do you twist my words?”
Odin’s blatant accusation had only made Loki’s emotions surge more, an emotion that Loki hardly ever felt. In fact he couldn’t pin down a time he had felt it before now; anger.
“You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn’t you?!”
“You’re my son. I only wanted to protect you from the truth.”
More lies, more pain, more betrayal, more anger. Anger that was slowly beginning to grow into something more dangerous, more menacing….hatred.
“What b-because I-I-I’m the monster your parents tell their children about at night?!”
The pieces slowly started to come together for Loki. Why he was always picked on, why no one respected him, why he was always seen as lower than his brother, even though he was a prince just as much as Thor was.
“No.”
“You know it all makes sense now,” Loki sneered as he advanced on Odin, his eyes flashing a dangerous emerald green “why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much you claimed to love me; you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!”
