How Could I Hate You?

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You walked down the familiar halls, taking in every sight, wonderous as they were, although you had seen them your entire life. Your family was well known in Asgard, and you had spent much of your childhood studying with the princes. Thor had always been foolhardy, hardly ever considering what he was saying, and how it would affect those around him. But this, this was going too far. Loki had a very close secret, one that he shared with no one, not even with you or Thor. You could not blame him though, Thor would yell Loki's preciously kept secret to all the 9 realms without a second thought.
Thor knew of his secret, and how he valued it so, and attempted to pressure Loki into divulging it in front of everyone. As Thor forced Loki to back into a wall in an attempt to hide, you watched, fearing to do anything. You feared the brothers' anger, although they were your closest and oldest friends. To intervene would quite possibly evoke the Thunder God's anger. You watched as Loki's eyes brimmed with tears, carefully keeping them in check so that they wouldn't spill over in front of his pompous brother. In a moment, between blinks, Loki had disappeared! You silently laughed to yourself, as Thor's eyes fumed with anger and confusion, obviously not knowing where his brother had gone. You, of course, knew, as you had always been closer to the raven-haired prince.
The anger at Thor welled up inside of you, threatning to blow at the next person you saw. You had to remind yourself that you were going to Loki. The anger would not ease the tensions, and would only make his problems worse. As you reached the end of a passageway, you glanced around to make sure that there would be no one watching. As you both were skilled in the art of seidr, the...

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...g different that you couldn't place.
"So I was right. Not even my closest "friend" can stand before me now. But then again, why would a monster like me need any friends. None of you care anyway."
There was a smirk across his face, and a dark expression behind it. The sadness that weighed heavily upon your chest felt as if Mjolnir itself layed on you. But added to the pain was a newfound anger. You looked up and stared into Loki's eyes. You stepped towards him, without breaking your gaze. A look of surprise shone in his eyes, and it just as quickly disappeared. As you stepped towards him again you slowly raised your hand. Loki visibly stiffened at what he thought was coming. Thor, as well as Frigga, had tried the same thing. The tender touch of their hand was supposed to soothe him, and he expected the same from you. You, however had something very different in mind.

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