"What have you done?" Odin Borson, King of Asgard, demanded, horror-struck by his son's actions.
At the snow-capped God's feet was the gigantic silhouette of his rival monarch, Laufey. Lifeless form sprawled across the wintery landscape that was the barren remains of the once glorious Jotunheim, blood the color of the setting sun ran down the neat seam in his neck. Orange eyes staring out in disbelief, the light had gone from them, leaving nothing but a look of surprise and betrayal. Bare, decrepit pillars glared down at the scene, looming behind the murderer in judgement. The old king looked between the slain body and his child, unable to fathom how this had happened. Nay, the how was unimportant - what mattered was that it had happened.
If only he had told him the truth, then this might never have happened...
The son of Odin gazed at the deceased, uncaring and even a bit proud of himself for the feat. Yet he was confused - shouldn't his father have been pleased by his achievement? But no, he was not Thor, and Loki knew that Odin only had room in his heart for the eldest born. Burning with rage now, the God of Mischief was positively livid that his father had not acknowledged his accomplishment with praise and kind words.
For a moment that seemed to span eons, frozen ice crystals fell from the silver sky, fluttering soundlessly between the two. Then, temper past a boiling inferno, Loki spoke, "Father, is it not enough that I have brought peace to our people with this monster's death?"
"Peace?" Odin's voice was low, barely a hiss, and at the same time, it boomed throughout his son's head and pierced the tranquil gray sky, "What peace can be brought from bloodshed?"
"Bloodshed?" The brunette looked curiously at his father, not understanding what he possibly meant by that. The Frost Giants had been brutal savages that wrought nothing but havoc for the mighty Asgardians, and as such, the silver-tongue was repaying them. Going to the body, he closed Laufey's eyes as a sign of respect to appease Odin, "There father, will that slate your - "
But he didn't get a chance to finish what he was saying. The minute his hand had touched the fallen king, his skin began to burn as if he had placed it directly in a godly flame, and the flesh began to change color! Crawling up his arm, he found that his entire body was becoming blue, but the second that he had removed his hand from the corpse, everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened to begin with.
Frightened more than he had ever been in his entire life, he looked to his father with wide green eyes, sure that the all-knowing Odin would have an explanation for what had just transpired, "Am I cursed?"
Heaving a deep sigh worthy of a man of his great stature, Odin shook his head, remorseful for an action that he had taken years ago, "There is something that you should know, my son. In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found a baby in the arms of a dead Asgardian. Abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son."
Explaining why he had appeared as a normal Asgardian and never once showed any physical traits of the Frost Giants, Loki could not absorb his father's words quite yet, "Laufey's son. Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?"
Though the tears were not yet visible, he had started to cry. Crushed by his son's reaction, Odin offered him the same reason he had used the day he took Loki in, "You were an innocent child. Before reaching the temple, I had done battle with your father, and never have I encountered such a valiant warrior."
Tears now visibly gleaming on his pale face, Loki was consumed with the desire to understand, "No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?" The God screamed in agony at a man unable to answer his simple question, "Tell me!"
"If your parents had been able to maintain a peaceful coexistence, I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day. Bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace. Through you." The king was beyond distraught by the turn these events had taken, but even for a god, it was too late now to mend things.
Falling between a fissure of depression and wrath, Loki was currently behind reaching, "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up until you might have use of me?"
Though it had always been a skill of his, Odin felt another jab at his heart from his child's words, "Why do you twist my words?"
Voice rising steadily to a shout, Loki took a swaggering step closer to the man he had once called father, emotions raging between fury and heartache, "You could have told me what I was from the beginning, why didn't you? Because I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night? You know, it all makes sense now!Why you favored Thor all these years! Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"
Weak at heart over this exchange, Odin was near tears himself by this point, "You're my son. I wanted only to protect you from the truth."
Falling to his knees, Loki glared between the body of his biological father and the man that he pretended to care for him his entire life. As he had previously stated, it all did make sense now - the real cause behind Odin's nepotism. Thor had not simply been the oldest as his supposed mother, Frigga, had tried to reassure him: He had been adopted. Taken in as some prize, some sort of sick form of mercy. They all probably knew too; Thor, Sif, the Warriors Three, and even the common folk of Asgard. They had all hated him, but being the king's son, they had put up with him to the bare minimum - but no longer!
Steadily approaching his son with his arm outstretched, Loki suddenly vanished from sight, his visage hazing out in a scatter of acid green. Fed up with all of the lies, of the whispers behind his back, and of Thor's special treatment, the jaded god stood behind his father, blade at his throat. Expecting such a cowardly technique from the master magician, Odin grabbed the hand that held the blade and disarmed his son.
The sky grew darker, and Odin pointed his staff at his youngest son, "Loki Odinson, by your cowardly attempt on the King of Asgard's life, and for the slaying of your ally and kin, the King of the Frost Giants, you've opened these peaceful realms to the horror and desolation of war! You are unworthy of these realms!" Odin ripped the braces from his son's arms, "You're unworthy of your title!" He continued to remove the armor off of Loki, "You're unworthy," Odin paused, clearly destroyed over his boy's fate, "of those who love you. I now take from you your power! In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Borson, cast you out!"
Giving his 'father' a look that screamed he would return for vengeance, Loki was powerless against the rainbow-white ray that tore him from where he stood. Undoubtedly, Heimdall would have been aware of the matter, and therefore, would have sent the newly mortalized traitor to his prison. Having bore witness to the humiliation he had suffered, and for being the one who cast him out of Jotunheim and Asgard, Loki swore that Heimdall would also taste his brand of revenge when the time came.
Ok, beyond the movie, I know absolutely nothing of Thor, or Norse mythology for that matter, so, I have done some serious research the past week or so, mostly pertaining to the Marvel hero (which legally is not mine). Sadly, no matter how much research I do, my knowledge will still be limited, yet, as my movie knowledge is so vast, I have came to a compromise! This story will take place in an alternate universe so that I may tweak, draw inspiration from, and recreate events as I see fit. For those of you who may be purists, I will try my hardest to keep the characters as accurate as possible, and if I stray or there is a certain event you would like to see, I want you to tell me so that I may consider it. Sadly, my lack of experience spans far beyond the Thor universe, but in my defense, I know a fair bit about the X-men. So, fair warning, you'll probably be seeing a huge amount of X-men characters in ratio to others, such as characters for Daredevil or the Incredible Hulk.
I hope that's all that I have to say right now... Curse my lousy memory!