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From the start, I was alone. I was not strong and beautiful like them and my hair did not shine golden in the sun. I stood out awkwardly in the perfect and picturesque scenery of my home. They teased, mocked and laughed, but I had my brother to keep me company. Father always favoured him over me, but still we played by the shimmering ponds of the palace, fought side by side in the wastelands of enemy realms, and we smiled together, as equals, so I did not mind the others and what they thought.
Time flowed along like a rapid river that cannot be dammed, years past, and now even my beloved brother had left me. The mocking grew worst as he joined their ranks, their cruel words seemed to envelop me and make my life an endless winter. So I turned my sorrow into hate and anger, I caused mischief and cut their fair hair, but still I was lonely and empty.
Brother was soon to be king. The grand halls of Asgard echoed with awed voices chanting his name, "All hail Thor!" I had foreseen this. After all, father could not have an adopted child of the enemy sitting on his mighty throne. Now it made sense why he preferred Thor, why he loved him more, because I was only an unwanted castaway kept here as a relic of war. I sat alone in the dark and menacing shadows where the cheerful presence of sunlight dared not tread, filled with hurt, betrayal and jealousy. I did not desire his power and status, all I've ever wanted was to be his equal, like those days so many long years ago.
My time did eventually come; Thor was ignorant and impulsive, only capable of swinging his obnoxious hammer. He had tried, and failed, to invade Jotunheim, so in the false name of peace, he was banished to Midgard. Soon after, father went into Odin Sleep and was unable to move or speak, thus the throne was passed to me. I tried to regain father's favour during my rule, but my efforts were thwarted with the ill-timed return of my brother, who regained his honour when he learnt 'compassion' with the mortals. I was again striped of everything and left to be alone.
I now hang from the edge of the Bifrost, about to fall to certain demise. Ironic how Thor was now defending the Jotunheim he once hated with his newfound empathy, and I, originally a Jotun, was trying to destroy it, for the sake of acceptance. Father is now awake, perhaps overjoyed by the return of his true son and heir. On the edge of death and despair, I naively reach out to him and attempt to please him one last time, hoping he would open his arms to me again.
"Father, I could have done it, for you, for all of us!" I cried, my eyes pleading.
His reply was cold "No Loki, you can't…"
Hopeless, I let go and fell into oblivion. As the bitter darkness consumed my entirety, I realized that in the end, I was once again, as always, alone.
* * * *
I miraculously survived that day, and centuries later, my tale is told to millions as myth and fable. Yet, in all the stories and books, why am I dubbed the villain? If they so wished, then I shall become their greatest evil and destroy everything they hold dear like they once did to me. I will let them feel as I did: pathetic, and utterly alone.

Description
From the start, I was alone. I was not strong and beautiful like them and my hair did not shine golden in the sun. I stood out awkwardly in the perfect and picturesque scenery of my home. They teased, mocked and laughed, but I had my brother to keep me company. Father always favoured him over me, but still we played by the shimmering ponds of the palace, fought side by side in the wastelands of enemy realms, and we smiled together, as equals, so I did not mind the others and what they thought.
Time flowed along like a rapid river that cannot be dammed, years past, and now even my beloved brother had left me. The mocking grew worst as he joined their ranks, their cruel words seemed to envelop me and make my life an endless winter. So I turned my sorrow into hate and anger, I caused mischief and cut their fair hair, but still I was lonely and empty.
Brother was soon to be king. The grand halls of Asgard echoed with awed voices chanting his name, "All hail Thor!" I had foreseen this. After all, father could not have an adopted child of the enemy sitting on his mighty throne. Now it made sense why he preferred Thor, why he loved him more, because I was only an unwanted castaway kept here as a relic of war. I sat alone in the dark and menacing shadows where the cheerful presence of sunlight dared not tread, filled with hurt, betrayal and jealousy. I did not desire his power and status, all I've ever wanted was to be his equal, like those days so many long years ago.
My time did eventually come; Thor was ignorant and impulsive, only capable of swinging his obnoxious hammer. He had tried, and failed, to invade Jotunheim, so in the false name of peace, he was banished to Midgard. Soon after, father went into Odin Sleep and was unable to move or speak, thus the throne was passed to me. I tried to regain father's favour during my rule, but my efforts were thwarted with the ill-timed return of my brother, who regained his honour when he learnt 'compassion' with the mortals. I was again striped of everything and left to be alone.
I now hang from the edge of the Bifrost, about to fall to certain demise. Ironic how Thor was now defending the Jotunheim he once hated with his newfound empathy, and I, originally a Jotun, was trying to destroy it, for the sake of acceptance. Father is now awake, perhaps overjoyed by the return of his true son and heir. On the edge of death and despair, I naively reach out to him and attempt to please him one last time, hoping he would open his arms to me again.
"Father, I could have done it, for you, for all of us!" I cried, my eyes pleading.
His reply was cold "No Loki, you can't…"
Hopeless, I let go and fell into oblivion. As the bitter darkness consumed my entirety, I realized that in the end, I was once again, as always, alone.
* * * *
I miraculously survived that day, and centuries later, my tale is told to millions as myth and fable. Yet, in all the stories and books, why am I dubbed the villain? If they so wished, then I shall become their greatest evil and destroy everything they hold dear like they once did to me. I will let them feel as I did: pathetic, and utterly alone.