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toberuled) wrote,
@ 2012-02-29 12:12:00

'You were made to be ruled. In the end, it will be every man for himself.'

Character Info;

Source work and author: Thor/Avengers
Door: Marvel
Character Journal name:

toberuled
Character Name: Loki Laufeyson
Character Age: Unknown
Character Played By: Tom Hiddleston

Character History and Personality:

Note: Character backstory pre-movie is based on a dash of headcanon along with details from the comics and things implied but not outright stated by the film. This history section stretches through Loki's life to his entry into

doors.

They don't call him Trickster for nothing.

It takes a particular personality to inspire the god of clever mischief in a pantheon dedicated mostly to very sensory, earthly concerns. To the Norse, Loki was a deity who inspired fear and disgust and admiration, the comedian in a line up of serious warriors, the fool at court who found the truth and pointed out the king's flaws. He was the murderer, too, and the thief, and the wordsmith as quick as shadow and as unpredictably cruel as a natural catastrophe.

To modern humans, he's a supervillain nightmare. But they can hardly be blamed for oversimplifying.

In reality, Loki, prince of the Asgardian royal family, was a bit like Louis, in his own way. Out of step with his family for his affinity for sorcery over swordplay, not to mention his razor thin frame and dark hair in a family of beautifully blonde nords, Loki never quite settled in the way his parents might have hoped. The tag-along on his brother's adventures, Loki's skills had no weight in a world where combat was king. Had he been able to see his family clearly, he would have known that this didn't matter to them. But he didn't see clearly. He saw only a brother who was favored over him.

Not only was Thor everything a good Asgardian should be, he had all the qualities of a king - except the ones which, in Loki's opinion, were most important. His brother was the strongest warrior in Asgard, yes, but he was also rash and foolish, immature if well-intentioned. Odin, their father, told them from an early age that either of them might be king, but it was generally accepted by everyone at court that Thor was the heir apparent. Loki walked always in his brother's shadow, and, after spending long enough in that darkness, began to blend with it. Thor and his friends mocked and teased Loki when he was young, and his thin skin took their silly, childish jabs as slings and arrows. Thor and the rest of them never meant badly, but every jest felt like a serious offense to the overly sensitive, intelligent boy.

Asgardians live for a very long time. Loki grew up, and Midgard, the world of men, grew up too. He would visit the world of mortals sometimes with his brother and the Warriors Three, every time they returned home they left legends behind them.

These were the happiest times in Loki's life, the times when he felt like he was a part of the group at last. Then they would go back to Asgard, and everything would be the same as it always was. Thor would be the hero, the Warriors would be the mighty soldiers fighting at his side, and Loki would be the handicapped younger brother who admirably dogged behind them and used his 'little tricks' to stay alive. He did get them into trouble, yes. He'd always had a taste for trouble, and the darker side of things. No one ever remembered when he saved their fool lives, though, only recalling the details of his pratfalls or foolish mistakes, how Silver-Tongued Loki failed and his mighty brother had to save the day.

Maybe the worst tragedy of it was that he loved his brother. He loved his parents, too, wanted more than anything for his father to be proud of him the way he was of Thor. But the poison in his heart spread like a vine over time, choking everything.

Who knows how long things might have gone on in this manner if his brother's coronation day hadn't come. Loki's taste for mischief had become more and more dangerous over the years, more bitter, more deadly. When his brother's coronation was declared, Loki snapped, starting a long chain of events that culminated in his brother's banishment. Most importantly, though, they led to him to discover that, after hundreds of years of hearing what monsters the Jotun were, he was one of them. Him, a Jotun. A cursed frost giant, one of the race the Asgardians most hated, taken as a baby by Odin from the scene of a great battle in hopes of creating a lasting peace.

The revelation sent him over the edge, and Loki devoted all his intellect and passion to a plot that would prove him to be the better, more devoted son. His desperation to prove himself despite his heritage led him to lie to his brother, try to trick his father, and to attempt genocide on the Jotun. He thought that it would somehow turn his father's love and approval toward him, prove once and for all that he wasn't one of those monsters, but an Asgardian, as ready as his brother to wipe out their enemies.

The plan failed, and when the tool of his destruction imploded, Loki was left hanging over the void of space by a single hand. He tried to explain, to tell his father that everything he'd done had been for him. Odin denied him. And so Loki let go, falling into the wormhole left behind by the imploding Bifrost, fully expecting that to be the end.

In the place between worlds, Loki saw things. He cannot describe them, and will not if asked.

What was left of his sanity was shattered on that journey, and when he landed unexpectedly in Midgard of all places, he determined it ripe for the taking. Better to reign in the world of men than serve in Asgard, as it were.

Then, out of nowhere, on the cusp of unleashing the full force of his new-forged wrath, he found himself trapped in the mind of a mortal man. One of the Midgardians, the rabble his brother used to convince of his godhood by showing them light tricks. How had this happened?

Loki did not know, but he had always been good at adapting, ever quick on his feet. He knew the man could hear him, and he followed his thoughts, filing away his history. He found, to his surprise, a story that wasn't totally foreign to him. They'd suffered similar pains in their families, been similarly betrayed and lied to. Best of all, it made Louis open to hearing his voice, and, against his better judgement, to listening to it.

Right now, Loki is testing his reach, tugging Louis' strings, planting thoughts, and quietly carving his vessel into a tool for some real mayhem.

He's very old, is the god of mischief. He's a very, very patient man.

Journal: The journal is a tablet, smooth and silver-edged, polished as a mirror. It doesn't chip, crack, or scratch. It functions much as any other modern tablet does, but there is no brand mark, and it does a few things regular tablets can't, though nothing outside the theoretical bounds of technology. The key appears to be solid silver, razor thin and eternally cold to the touch, with an intricate pattern of fine, narrow teeth at the end.

***

[

rooms Update. SPOILERS for Thor: The Dark World]

Ah, it was good to be king.

Since being dragged forcibly to live in the mind of a quivering coward, Loki has done much. He has killed. He has been betrayed by his own magic, made into little more than a boy again for months. He has been brought back to his current state, with full knowledge of the attack on New York, and of his false death, and of ruling in his father's stead. He remembers.

And now he is imprisoned. This has not changed. When he was last left, before the hotel pulled in its new crop of guests, he was locked in a clear cage in the basement of Stark tower. Guarded by Einherjar in a seemingly impenetrable fortress designed by an egomaniacal human who thinks himself much more intelligent than he actually is, Loki is forced to wait.

He can be patient, though. He fell through all nine realms and then beyond. He knows how to wait in the endless fall, and how to know the ground to stand on it when it comes up beneath you.

He will have his revenge. He will have Thor kneeling at his feet. He will see the Avengers bow to his will. These are things he believes as one believes in fate. He is meant to be king, and they are all, every last one, meant to be ruled.

Journal: The journal is a tablet, smooth and silver-edged, polished as a mirror. It doesn't chip, crack, or scratch. It functions much as any other modern tablet does, but there is no brand mark, and it does a few things regular tablets can't, though nothing outside the theoretical bounds of technology. The key appears to be solid silver, razor thin and eternally cold to the touch, with an intricate pattern of fine, narrow teeth at the end.

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