The Rise Of Loki

In a vast, desolate land, a lone figure lay motionless; the only indication of life was the subtle rise and fall of its chest, which occasionally occurred. His pale, thin frame was draped in tattered rags and his long, murky green hair partly covered his face. Suddenly, the figure's eyes twitched and shot open, revealing striking golden irises that gleamed with radiant light.

"Ugh! those fucking bastards,"

The man coughed as he sat up unsteadily to assess his current situation.

Just a moment ago, he knelt before his father, known as the current Godking of his pantheon, Odin. As he looked up at his father, who regarded him with an uncaring gaze, the murky green-haired man, sporting a gaping hole where his heart should be, couldn't help but chuckle at his unfortunate predicament, which was entirely at the hands of this man..

Beside his father stood another figure, boasting dirty blonde hair and a robust, muscular frame that exuded an unmistakable power. In his hands, he held a hammer dripping with golden blood, a testament to the devastation it had just caused. This figure was Thor, 'The God of Storms,' Odin's most formidable warrior and the elder brother of the green-haired man..

"You don't look so good down there brother," 

Thor said with an arrogant chuckle as he flicked his brother's golden blood off his hammer. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time and he was enjoying every second of it.

From the moment of his birth, Thor was told that he was destined for greatness. 'The God King's Firstborn,' 'The God of Storms', and later known as 'The Strongest,' the praises and titles seemed never-ending. At least that was until his 'Golden Child' brother came into existence, Loki.

Whether it was Mastery of Supreme Magic or Weapon Techniques, they came as easy as breathing to him. If Thor was destined for greatness then it became obvious that his younger brother was fated to surpass him. His potential and growth were nearly limitless, and this was all due to his divine heritage. 'The God of Mischief'.

Although the name of the divinity "The God of Mischief" may sound dull and even comical to a mortal, the gods understood its true significance. It represented near-infinite growth and potential. This was rooted in a simple fact: while mischief may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things, it was still a direct lesser divinity connected to the most terrifying concept of all—chaos.

The Concept which goes against the very laws of the universe yet maintains its existence.

And despite the fact that no one can directly awaken it. The universe was still fair to an extent, allowing anyone with a lesser divinity to a concept the potential to evolve and become one with their specific concept

Despite the potential being minimal at best, it instilled a deep-seated fear in all who were aware. It became an unspoken rule to hunt and imprison individuals with these lesser divinities linked to chaos, effectively eradicating any chance for further development. Loki's existence, however, was unique. Born from the union of the Godking of the Norse Pantheon and the most powerful supreme witch to have ever existed, no one dared to take action against him. Their only hope lay in the possibility that another pantheon's Godking might discover his presence and intervene personally.

And the culprit who instilled fear in the hearts of these mighty beings? He spent his days in the company of the one person who never regarded him with envy or hostility, but instead looked upon him with eyes full of love—his mother, Freyja. A powerful witch who stood at the pinnacle of magic and the pursuit of knowledge, to Loki, she was simply his beloved mother whom he cherished deeply.

Gazing at the scene before him, he couldn't shake the thought of how she would have reacted if she were alive to witness it. 

"And you look terrible, as always," Loki replied in a flat tone, countering Thor's provocation. He struggled to gather the strength to rise again, but before he could recover enough to do so,

"Enough, end this," the Godking finally spoke after a prolonged silence, his tone dripping with indifference. As his aura expanded to its full magnitude, it bore down on Loki and Thor, rendering them both immobile.

Despite the crushing weight that felt akin to the force of multiple planets pressing upon him, Loki exhibited no signs of pain or despair. Instead, he fixed his father with a calm yet icy gaze, the golden hues of his irises shifting to a striking green. With words that seemed to reverberate within the very essence of the Godking, he remarked, "What a paradox: all this power, and yet you remain a coward. Truly pathetic."

But before he could speak further, Loki's vision faded as his headless body collapsed to the floor. Odin, who had just swung his spear, Gungnir, in a horizontal arc at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, stood in deep contemplation for several moments before turning and vanishing from the scene with the lifeless form of his now 'deceased son.' Thor, still reeling from his father's overwhelming presence, crumpled to the ground the moment Odin departed. His thoughts lingered on the faint yet deadly aura he sensed from his brother in those final moments. 

'What was that?!'

Present time-

Loki, having thoroughly examined his 'new' body and current circumstances, let out a sigh that mingled both relief and disappointment.

"It appears I am now mortal," he muttered.

As he contemplated his next steps and began to rise to his feet, a sound caught his attention, halting him in his tracks. Before his eyes, words began to materialize.

[DING]

[SYSTEM AWAKENING...]

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