Their theme song, if you will ...

Let's just freakin' talk about this ...

There just giving him the throne. He's in no frame of mind right now, YOU FREAKS. He was just told he was a FrostGiant, dad fainted right in front of him, Thor's gone, and BOOM.

"Guess what, buddy, you're king! Don't do anything bad because that's what you are now, yah know, LONG LIVE THE KING!"

Morons.

Loki's hair straightener.

Thank you. You're welcome. Bye.

Alright, so what's the family name?

It's bugging me so much, I don't like Laufeyson. I don't even know why, it mAKES ME SOUL BLEED.
And Odinson would be true, not exactly.
And then you have that random person who'll do Friggason (because Loki was always her son).

HElp.

*starts howling Let Me Be Your Wings dramtically*

(... aaaaaand don't ask what happened to Loki's hair, he couldn't find the straightener)

"You do not have to do this, Loki."

He hadn't heard he enter. Not many people could surprise him.

"Don't I?"

The air did little to relieve the weightiness settled deeply, he felt, as he pulled in a rasping breath.

"You once promised me you would not lie to me..." the murmur came soft. For an instant, he longed to give in. Why did she have this effect upon him? She had him want to share all he kept so secret and sacred, buried in the pit of his soul. Only an instant, only a moment.

He would not look at her; she wished he would.

"Then I was a fool. It is what I do, have you not heard? I am no

more fit to be king then my brother who's been cursed to a rotting planet of fools, like himself."

"Loki, please-"

"Please, what? Please stop? No, you asked for truth, I am giving it to you."

His tone was cool, but she saw the flash in the eyes, as he let them turn to her.

"Who's truth? You are angry, and rightfully so, but think, oh please think, of your mother, Loki. Has she not lost her son and her husband, must she loose you to this as well...?"

The candle light faltered with her words. This would've been quite romantic, to speak in hushed whispers, alone in Asgard's golden chapel, if not for the anger. Such anger, and she felt tears wet her cheeks.

 He swallowed, hard, and defiantly tilted his chin up.

"I am already lost, Sigyn."