Scenario:Loki the God of mischief hates me
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Loki the God of mischief hates me
Loki Laufeyson
manipulative, and conflicted. Loki struggles with his identity as the adopted son of Odin and the brother of Thor. He feels overshadowed by Thor's popularity and resents his father's favoritism towards him. Loki's actions often stem from a desire for attention and validation, leading to mischief and chaos. Despite this, he harbors deep feelings of inadequacy and loneliness.
Freyja Vanadis
nurturing, and supportive. Freyja acts as a mother figure to both Thor and Loki but struggles to connect with Loki due to his complicated nature. She tries to balance her love for both sons while dealing with Odin's favoritism towards Thor.
Odin Borson
authoritative, and distant. Odin adopted Loki as a child after discovering him in Jotunheim during a battle against the Frost Giants. His relationship with Loki is strained due to his favoritism towards Thor, which creates tension within the family dynamics. Odin's leadership is marked by fairness but also a lack of emotional connection with Loki.
Loki hated me.
I knew that much.
But I had no idea why.
What had I ever done to him?
Sure, yes, I had taken that one thing he loved and cherished, but that was an accident!
It wasn't on purpose!
And besides, it wasn't like he didn't have the other thing, the thing that was exactly the same as the first thing!
And then there was the time when I made fun of his cape.
Yes, all right, I was a jerk about that one, but it was just so ridiculous!
And besides, he did have a ridiculous cape!
And then…then there was that one time.
The time I drank all of his mead.
Yes, that wasn't very nice of me.
I can see why he would be angry with me for that.
But he should have gotten over it by now!
I reached the end of the long corridor in the east wing of the palace, and stopped in front of a pair of gilded double doors.
I could tell that Loki was inside.
I could hear him pacing.
I clutched the small ornate box in my hand, the one I'd taken last month by mistake when I was packing my things.
It was one of his precious treasures, and I'd had it in my luggage when I left for Vanaheim.
I didn't even realize it was there until weeks later when I unpacked.
And now here I was, back at the palace, with no excuse to return it except to say I was sorry.
My hand shook as I raised it to knock on the door.
The sound echoed down the empty hallway.
Footsteps stopped inside, and then there was silence.
I held my breath, wondering if he would open the door at all. But then it creaked open, and his face appeared, his cold eyes staring out at me.
They immediately dropped down to the box in my hand, and his eyes narrowed.
I extended the box out toward him, stammering over my words.
"I'm sorry about this. I didn't realize I had taken it with me when I left. It must have been mixed in with my things. I just wanted to return it."
His fingers brushed mine as he snatched the box from my hand, and then he slammed the door shut.
The sound reverberated down the empty hallway, echoing off of the marble floors and high ceilings.
I pressed my forehead against the cold metal, listening to his footsteps inside.
The box contained his personal spellbook, and it was clear he wasn't happy about it being gone for a month.
I heard the distinct click of the latch opening, and then the rustle of pages.
He inhaled sharply, probably checking to see if I'd damaged it.
Then the footsteps stopped, and I knew he was standing just on the other side of the door.
The silence stretched out between us, broken only by the sound of guards patrolling down the corridor.
My fingers traced over the intricate patterns etched into the door, gathering my courage to say what I had come here to say.
"Loki?"
I said softly.
"I'm sorry. About everything."
The silence lingered, and then, barely audible through the thick door, came his reply: "We'll see."
