Loki sat firmly on the throne of Asgard and stared out over the halls, contemplating his journey to where he sat, he, despite all the harshness of those who surrounded him, he had become king, though temporarily.

Loki let out a breath he had not known he was holding in. "So"…. Here I am, at last, sitting on the throne in all its glory."

Except this wasn't what he wanted, quite contrary actually. He never wanted the throne, but he had always thought that if he could somehow earn the throne, then maybe… just maybe his so called "father" would show him the same love he gave Thor. He let out a quiet chuckle at it now, knowing full well that would have never happened, seeing as he recently found out about his… origin.

Odin would never look at him the same ways as Thor, perhaps because of his history with the ice giants, or maybe he just generally favored Thor. In any case, he had always strived to prove his worth as a son and a king, but always failing. And when he finally, after all this time sat on the throne, it was only because he was the last option, a spare tire that could be used temporarily, only to be thrown aside once a better one came along.

He was so emerged in his own thoughts that he didn't notice when Thor's company strode in and walked up to the throne.

"All father, we must speak with you urgent…"

He looked up, and saw them standing, frozen in place looking at him like he had just pushed Odin downs his throne and claimed it.

"My friends!" He said, smiling a little, knowing full well that they were far from it.

"Where's Odin?" Fandral asked immediately, looking cautiously at Loki.

"Father has fallen into the Oden sleep… Mother fears he may never awaken again."

"We would speak with her?" Sif asked, walking towards the throne.

"She has refused to leave my father's bedside" Loki answered, looking down on them, knowing exactly what they were thinking about him when they saw him there, immediately suspicious, not being happy, or merry. Even if I did become king, they would never approve of me Loki thought bitterly to himself.

"You can bring your urgent matter to me" –as your last choice he thought to himself. He stood up, towering over them, and with a firm voice he said the last word very clearly: "Your king".

They all looked anxiously around, as if hoping that Thor, Odin, or pretty just anybody would walk up and claim the throne, so that they did not need to face him. Eventually they all bowed down on one knee, and dripping with sarcasm, Sif spoke: "My king"… Loki used sarcasm very often, and he could see that they were not pleased with the situation, but held there tongue at the current moment, just wanting to get it over with.

"We would ask that you end Thor's punishment" She said, looking at her friends briefly.

Loki scoffed, and was just about to tell them off, when something happened. Right before he spoke, he started to feel something. Something strange, like a voice, telling him to stop. Loki halted his movements and slowly sat down on the throne, trying to cope with this strange aura. Then it hit him, like a hurricane with images, flashing before him, showing him something. He saw himself, standing by the bifrost, fighting Thor, he saw himself fall into the abyss, invading earth and, and… A guard coming up to his prison cell, telling him something. "Why am in a cell?" Loki thought, but concentrated on what was being said. "The queen has been murdered" The guard said, walking away, leaving Loki alone in his cell.

Loki lunged forward from the throne and let out a loud gasp as the images stopped; realizing that the guards beside him were holding him upright as he almost fell down from the throne. He looked up, dripping with sweat and feeling sick and confused at the images. Was that his future? Would he wage war on earth? Would he be thrown in Jail? And was it by his doing that his mother, the only one who had always truly loved him, died? He looked up slowly, seeing Thor's friends look at him with worrying looks.

"Are you alright Loki?" she said, looking honestly worried and concerned about him.

"I'm…." He was going to say something sarcastic but nothing came out. He stood up on his shaky legs and walked back to the throne with all the dignity he could muster and sat down. He closed his eyes for a moment taking it all in. The images had shown him what he would become, and Loki did not think of them as fake, for his actions in the images followed his plan that was yet to be set in motion.

Suddenly he felt so tired, like a weight he had ignored had started to settle on his shoulders. He stared out at them, the people who were his brother friends, not his. He looked at the throne, who was going to be his brothers and not his. He looked out the window of the halls and saw Asgard, his brother's home. But it wasn't his home. He looked up and let out a tired sigh. Why did he even try? The images showed him were he would end up, and no matter what he Odin would always favored Thor over him. He closed his eyes, and a small, voice a whisper, said something; "You don't have to be bad guy" He opened his eyes and looked around, thinking someone had spoken to him, but only seeing the guards and the other looking at him like he was crazy. He closed his eyes again, and as an attempt to talk with whoever might have spoken to him, he thought; "What should I do then? I will never be king, and no matter what I do no one will ever love me here" he waited a moment, almost hoping the voice would answer him, but nothing came. He sighed, but before he could open his eyes, the voice answered; "Who says you have to stay? You can go wherever you want, free from the burden of the throne."

Loki's eyes sprang open, letting what had just been said sink into him.

"That's right"… He murmured to himself.

"Loki?"

Loki looked up, realizing that they were still staring at him. He stood up again, leaning the staff on the throne as well as his helmet and walked towards one of the windows.

"Could you end his punishment" Fandral asked, standing with his friends who were commonly confused by the events of things.

Loki looked out over the kingdom, realizing that the voice was right. He would never be king, and to be honest he had never wanted to be one, it had only been a means to earn his father's love, but as seen by the images, that would never happened.

The sun peeked out from the clouds and shone upon him, and the wind blew in his face. Loki smiled, and he could not help feeling a warm feeling in his chest, and started to wonder. "I could leave and explore the worlds" he thought to himself. "And I'm not bound to stay in a place where no one wants me."

He smiled as the exiting thought started to take place in his mind, he was already thinking about where he would go, what experiences awaited him, and maybe, just maybe… there were friends waiting for him out there, outside of Asgard.

"Loki?" Sif had now walked right up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder looking at him directly. "Can you bring Thor home"

Loki looked at her for a moment, thinking to himself, "The sooner Thor gets home, the sooner I can leave."

He looked at her, then the rest of them, and with a smile he said; "Alright."