~The One You Left Behind~



The Frost-King was angered. He had been deceived and barely escaped with his life. And not of his own whim, but by that of another's. And for what? He would not wait much longer for an answer.

He sat upon his throne, clutching his wound and panting. His eyes, filled with anger, traveled up to stop upon the deceiver. He assumed he wanted to gloat, but he questioned that possibility when he noticed the serious look upon his face.

"You lied to me. You worthless God-Spawn, you deceived me, killed my men and nearly killed me! And for what, that idiotic fool Odin. The poor young prince, never the favorite…" Laufey the Frost-King grumbled in his deep voice.

"And you did not expect it?" the deceiver questioned, pacing slowly before the King. He seemed truly out of place, whether it be here of on his home-realm. All others were fair, strong and stead-fast, fighting fast and hard. Some would barely think. And they all seemed to have a bright glowing spirit. But this god? No, he was more thoughtful, more withdrawn. Some call it cowardice. And he had a glow, but it seemed far too mixed and grey. He was an outcast, it was obvious.

The Frost-King narrowed his eyes. "When revenge consumes you, it blocks out any other notions, thoughts or feelings."

"Obviously." The deceiver stopped pacing and took a deep breath before sighing, a weary, angry look upon his face as he watched Laufey. It was also a look of disgust and hate.

"Why have you brought me back…? You could have killed me there, could you not? And shown evidence and audience of it to that Fool-of-a-God when he woke."

"I have my reasons." He said simply.

"You seek audience with me again, Loki Odinson? And for what? You, your brother and that damned Allfather want nothing different! You seek the demise of me and my people, do you not?! Why prolong it?" Laufey stood, wincing.

"I seek only your ultimate demise, Laufey. The fate of the rest of your people… I have yet to decide upon the fate of such beasts…" His voice was thick with disgust obviously, but Laufey felt it was more disgust then he should have reason to feel.

"I am wounded far beyond the point where I could defend myself, so why not do it now? You have reason for prolonging my life, so reveal it now before my subjects know of your presence and what you have done." He sat once more, unable to stand any longer.

Loki glared, gritting his teeth. "…You are wrong in calling me Odinson."

The King was confused by this. "And what would your title be then, if not that of the son of Odin?"

Loki turned to his staff, which stood tall, from being shoved into the ground. He pulled if free, looking at it in his hands. "Odin told me of his actions after defeating you so many years ago."

"Spoon-fed stories and tales of victory from your father when you were younger, I presume? Where he was always the hero, never the killer. Never the monster." Laufey said.

"My father WAS the monster." Loki spoke in his darkest, most angered and hateful tone. Those words confused Laufey more. "Odin spoke of after winning the battle, and how he obtain your casket."

"Stole." Laufey spat angrily, still feeling cheated over not having it returned.

Loki ignored the retort and continued. "But, upon return from Thor's trip here…I was motivated to find out what more he took."

Laufey became angered and impatient then. Even more so. He stood from his throne and slid down the ice. He winced at the pain, but he fought it and stood as best he could and glared at Loki. "You have a point, get to it!"

After putting the spear back and with a swipe of Loki's hands, the casket had suddenly appeared before him and he grasped it in his hands as Laufey's eyes widened in surprise and anger. He began to walk forward, no matter how it pained him, he was determined to get the casket while it was within his reach. But something stopped him.

The God's skin began to change on contact with the casket. The pale, pinkish skin soon became a dark but dull blue, lighter blue natural markings marking themselves upon his skin. And upon his face, they created symbols not known on any normal frost giant of simple blood.

The Frost-King was taken aback.

Still holding the casket, Loki glared. "He found something in the temple that day, something left behind. Something thrown aside and of no apparent use to you. What did you leave behind that day, doomed King? What did you feel unworthy to save in your escape from your doom, hm?"

"You…" Laufey gasped, at a loss for words, his widened red eyes looked into Loki's angered ones and he did not believe it, he could not.

Loki's smirk was one of anger and satisfaction. "You thought me dead, did you? Father?"

"You try to trick me again, God of Mischief, and I shall not fall for it." Laufey growled. "I know of your mystic powers and the abilities you are equipped with. You lie, Liesmith, for you own enjoyment!"

Loki glared. "If I am not of you kind, then how could I wield your ice?" Loki question simply, softly…threateningly. It was then he used the casket to freeze all but the King Laufey's head.

Had he not been wounded, I could fight the encasement he was in now. But he struggled only a little, small cracks here and there. But they were not being made quick enough.

Loki swiped his hands and the casket was gone. He then grasped his spear, pulling it from the ground and wielding it as he stalked towards the Frost-King. "You did not expect this, did you? To find that the one who defeated you…the 'son of Odin' you had written off…and the one you tricked you and holds your life in his hands…would be your bastard child that you had left for dead…?"

Laufey spat at Loki, glaring in disgust as Loki's God-like color was returning. "You are no son of mine..! The spawn I left was trash, worthless with no right to live as prince of my lands! That child died and in his place by Odin's side, stood such a pathetic God!"

Loki gripped the spear and pointed it at Laufey's throat. "Hold your tongue, if you have any sense left within you."

"You are not worthy of following, Loki! And you never will be!" Laufey broke from the ice then, Loki backing away, spear at the ready. But Laufey was on his knees, as he continued. "You are unworthy of this world, and you will never be worthy of Asgard! You have no home, there for you have no purpose in this world! All you will ever be is a trouble and a disappointment!!"

Loki yelled in anger as I shot a hit from his spear at Laufey shoulder, knocking him off his feet. "You are wrong!! You have been defeated by me, and yet you continue to spew these lies!! You just cannot except the truth that I am your son!! The son you left for dead, and despite what you suspected of me, the son who has become victorious!!"

"You are dead to me…" Laufey muttered, standing, against all the pain he was feeling. His struggle to stand up straight and continue to stand showed Loki just how in denial he was. Laufey would not except it. "You are worthless…and you should have died that day. I should have killed you myself."

Filled with hate, anger and pain then, Loki gripped the spear tightly and with a cry he shot and stabbed the Frost-King through the stomach. Removing the spear, Loki watched Laufey fall to his knees before him.

"I am Loki… OF ASGARD. And you die by my hand….Father." Loki's voice broke, his eyes stinging with tears being fought back and with that, he shot energy from the spear once more, the yellow light destroying the Frost-King on contact.

Loki stood there, watching the dust of Laufey slow blow away in the cool chilling air of Jotunhiem. Loki gasped, his pulse racing from his emotions and the attack With one last glance around, he left. He knew the Frost-Giant's would be coming soon and he must leave.

Using his magic, he transported himself back to the bridge. Hiemdall was no longer frozen or guarded by any other Frost-Giants… It was then Loki knew, Thor had returned. He was probably talking with mother now…

Loki turned back to the Bifrost. It ends now…he must put an end to those beast… He must rid the realms of their existence… He walked forward then, determined as he placed his spear in place, starting the Bifrost as he heard his brother's voice yelling his name far in the distance. He used the casket to freeze the Bifrost after using his spear, to keep Thor from stopping it.

He would be the son Odin had built him up to be. To strive to be. He had no other choice. What other life was he ever given to live and fight for?