"The door slightly creaked open when a tall blond woman stepped carefully in to my room a large smile crept on to my face at the sight of the gorgeous woman. Wait, no. She was not gorgeous. She was ravishing and more than other women in this realm from all 9 realms reunited. The lady came closer to me, a smile sketched on to her magnificent visage therefore I sat up and stretched out my short bluish arms to her, anxious to see her. I gestured my chubby hands willing to be into her arms. Mother lifted me up and I nested my head in to her sunken neck and smelled the sweet scent of tulips and roses from her garden where she spends the most of her spare time on. I do love to inhale this sweet perfume of her. It calms me such a lot I would never get rid of it. She started humming a lullaby and then it turned out into singing. She was swinging left to right slowly but in a rhythmic pace. I blinked several times letting her melodic voice vibrating from her comfy chest against my petty body of mine."
'May you bring love and may you bring happiness...
Be loved in return to the end of your days...
Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you...
I'll just sit for a while and sing ...
May there always be angels to watch over you...
...to guide you each step of the way...
...to guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay...' Secret Garden by Enya
"And thus, I fell asleep with her angelic chant of her but it did not take long enough for me to awake in tears almost screaming in fear. I could hear mother yelling in self-defense through my cries and a man's powerful voice. Mother's heart was beating so fast I was terribly afraid therefore I amplified my weeps. Mother dropped me back off in my crib despite I was outcrying at the top of my lungs. Mother, where are you going?"
'Give this horror of nature back to Jötunheimr. He will not integrate Asgardian life. He belongs to those frost giants, Frigga. He will not be like us, comprehend!'
'Odin, as your dearest wife I am, I have utter respect for you though you know me very well. I will never let you harm Loki. I will educate him, discipline him, teach him good manners as much as he will need it. But please, I implore you my lord, do not take Loki away from me... Ilovehimlikehewasminealready.'
"It's been quite a moment I stopped weeping at the very moment I heard the goddess' feeble voice. Did the man go away, mother? I am so scared. All of a sudden, I felt someone was lifting me up as my eyes encountered mother's. She was smiling calmly at me gliding her thumb on to my right cheek in a smooth motion. I smiled back at her, reassured by her soft touch."
'Odin, lookedathim. Isn'the beautiful?' 'Ifyoureallywanttokeepthiscreature Frigga, you must put a spell on him in order to change his appearance as an Asgardian.'
"My eyes turned toward an old bearded man wearing a patch over one eye. Though I lost smile, I scrutinized the elder's eye-patch with abhorrence. However, the man showed not happiness to see me anyways. I didn't know why but since I was on mother's arms everything was all right."
FEW YEARS LATER
"I fled Odin's guards who were pursuing me running. They were shouting at me like if I was a freak circus. Believe me or not, I did run all around the palace and I found nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, there was too many guards. From all the divinities that may exist, how I hated the Allfather. How I hated his existence... He always managed to make my life a living hell, that's really unfair. That said, I felt like this running was not worth it in absolute. I mean it's like give up your throne to that fool of Thor the Almighty. Unless I won't give up, I won't let no one incarcerate Loki the god of Mischi-"
'Oh, there you are dear brother! I was starting to be concern about you.'
"That's all I needed it! Paws off you sweaty oaf! Thor caught hold on my wrists not letting me go away. His blue eyes of his fixed to mines green. I looked behind me desperate. All the guards were fast approaching then I turned my gaze back on Thor's while I was attempting to release from his strong grip. Please no! Don't do that to me brother, I swear on gods I am not guilty, not this time. And thus, I stood still, thinking of what I could do to escape Thor's grip. Then something occurred me while I took a look behind me. I was about to do something ridiculous but seemed to work all the time on Thor. My brother knitted his scattered blond eyebrows in confusion when I let myself fall into his arms like I'd lost consciousness."
'Wha... What are you doing? Loki, wake up!'
"He shook me up like I was a stupid marionette hoping he would see any signs of me in vain. Guards' footsteps stopped further in the hallway. I hope I didn't make the worst decision by doing that. But as soon as I felt Thor's grip loosen to finally released my now bruised wrists, I took the opportunity to vanish from here by teleporting myself in my bedchamber."
'Damn it, Loki! Bring your mischief ass of yours back here!'
"I heard Thor yelled indistinctly far away also the guards seemed to withdraw from the pursuit. You might have wondered what I did to provoke such scandal? Well, that's simple: I've done nothing. I am the God of Mischief thus people tended to put the blame on me because I am not quite trustful to others except Thor's ingenuous mind. Someone had stolen ones of Odin's treasures and I can swear it was not me. Besides I tried to proclaim my innocence yet I was wasting my breath. Odin hates me such a lot, it is impossible to deserve his confidence when you're the clever devil from all the Gods. That said, I scrutinized the room just to make sure I was indeed alone though I noticed it was not my bedroom. It scented like sweat and pure masculinity, it is... repugnant. When I perceived Mjölnir the legendary hammer on a rustic table near a bed, I rolled my eyes when the first person came into my mind was none other than the god of thunder. Therefore, I find myself alone in my brother's bedchamber, uh? I walked a few steps forward, examining the area with a disgust expression drew on my face because how Thor had bad taste decoration. There was a wall covered with only hunting trophies; animals' head hooked to a piece of wood with Thor's name proudly engraved throughout a rectangular piece of gold. As I could see as well, he had a weakness for red color: I mean his bed set was red even his walls. I leaned on an immense window to eventually look through it - moving the large curtain aside. Uh! Thor had the best view from all the hundredth rooms the castle may have. I've never been in his room since we were mere child and to be honest, I missed it... I looked around if I could find something else interesting. On Thor's bed, there was something sticking out of his fluffy goose pillow. I couldn't help myself then I got close the headboard and my hand subsequently slipped under the pillow with careful precaution as well as I could define a perfect bound, soften cover book and thus my eyes wide open when - in the mere second - I realized it was one of my favorite books. My cheeks turned out crimson reading the title: 'Destined to Feel by Indigo Bloome' it was an Avalon novel I bought when Thor and I have been sent to Midgard 2 years ago, decision from our father Odin though I didn't mention a word to my brother about this book yet I still don't know how he got by to obtain it. I opened the book and skimmed the pages as I found a picture of myself half naked with a towel covering my manhood. I couldn't move since I was wholly freeze because my brain was in a jumble, attempting to 'grasp' the 'information' that my green eyes of mine were struggling watching. 'This is-this is-I cannot believe.'I mumbled to myself, disconcerted. I quickly putted back the book where it was and hid under the king massif wooden, four-poster bed when I heard the door handle struggling unlocking. Muffled voices of men were heard behind the door. 'What an idiot!' I murmured to myself, hitting energetically both extremity of my forehead with my front wrists. Why didn't I take the book with me at least the picture?"
'Good night Father. I promise I'll find him'
"I lifted my head up though I bashed my head into the massif wooden base. 'fuck!' Slowly rubbing the back of my head in a circular motion, brown leather boots stood in front of me, it was Thor's. He might hear the bang when my head hit the wood but he might not. He was taking his boots off then I crept in soundlessly, not letting myself be seen. Uh... he's removing his... armor...? I followed his steps away pulling my head out to see where he was head-OH!... MY lord! "