The God of Mischief, Trickster God, Prince of Lies, these are all monikers that have been given to me throughout the many millenia I have been alive. I wear these titles with pride yet I have come to question many things. I often find myself wondering… Was it truly my fault that I turned out this way or rather the fault of Odin? After all, he was the one who stole everything from me. My name is Loki Laufeyson and I am certain that if you're reading this, you've heard of me before. I tried to take over Asgard, hell more recently I tried to take over Midgard with intentions of one day crushing Odin. I would still crush him but let us move on, shall we? I grew up thinking that I was the son of Odin and Frigga, that my brothers were the all-powerful gods Baldr, Vali, Tyr, and more importantly, Thor. Yet I always had this feeling that I didn't belong. Appearance aside, they all had the respect of Odin. I often like an outcast from the time I was old enough to think. It wasn't until I was older that I understood why.

My life had been stolen from me, my heritage, my everything. This was never the Loki that I was supposed to be. I was no Asgardian. The God of Mischief moniker was only given to me as a decree by Odin to make me feel as though I fit in, in Asgard. I never felt the love or respect that Odin swore he had for me. When I was a mere child not much younger than Thor watched our father gift him Mjolnir and essentially limitless power, I knew then that I would forever have to live in the shadow of my elder brother.

Living in the shadow of one's brother under the false pretense that maybe one day Asgard would come under my rule but knowing that would never come to fruition changed me. That was just one of the many changes that Odin should have tried harder to avoid. I became more benevolent over time, out of pure jealousy. Yet I think, had I known what I knew now… Would I have turned out the same?

I eventually found the truth of who I was. That I was no Asgardian. That I was actually one of the last Frost Giants… They had all been killed by Odin himself. I also realized that why ever I was here in Asgard… I was just another pawn in Odin's plan to survive Ragnarok. That almighty wisdom of his would someday prove to be his downfall.

I went about life from that point with the intention of taking Asgard by force. I traveled the nine realms seeking far more truth than Odin would ever give to me. Thousands of years later and here I am, I have decided not only will Asgard be mine but all of the Nine Realms will bow at my feet. The lines of good and evil are so blurred and I believe that the nine realms under my guidance will be far better off than they ever were at Odin's.