Loki: Where Mischief Lies

by Mackenzi Lee

It wasn’t the best strategy for dealing with emotions, but it was his strategy.

Loki felt small and strange again, not worthy of notice by someone he had thought might resemble himself.

You are not powerful. You are weak. You are afraid. You are beyond your own control.

Insolence would not be a sign of strength, but defiance.

He and his brother may play the same game of his father’s devising, but the rules would never be the same.

Perhaps the future was only inevitable once you began to shape all your actions to fit it.

Thor had been shuffling and shivering wrapped in his fur-lined cloak, but Loki didn’t mind the frigid temperatures. Curious.

Humans were both disgusting and easily amused.

“I like SHIELD, because there’s an L in there, so you can work Loki into it.”

How disappointed you must have been when it was me who showed up instead of my brother with sunshine spurting out of his ass.

Also, I’ve got some excellent ideas for government-funded theatre in the capital, and I just can’t imagine you’d have a similar dedication to the expansion of the arts.”

So it was Loki who spoke first. “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”