magicandfangs | Origin of Loki Laufeyson

The Lord of the village high in the mountains was blessed with two sons, one a strong fierce warrior the other was a scholar. Both were raised in the light and loved by the village, both married to beautiful woman, their lives looked bright and happy.

Then the crops failed as winter was coming. The lord of the Village knew this was a sign from the gods that something wicked had been done so the village all gathered and A holy man was put into a trance to speak to the gods and find out what they had done to anger them so. The younger son, prince Loki holding close to his wife openly spoke how it was all rubbish. The other turned to him outraged by his words.

The Holy man spoke that the gods demanded a sacrifice in blood, saying the prince's words angered the gods more then the former sin, and the prince was the one that must be slain in the mountains by the next moon. All shocked by the judgement but everyone knew that it would be done. The prince was seized up and taken back to the palace torn from his wife and his fancy life he was then set to be prepared to be a sacrificed.

When the next moon came it was full and blood red, the prince was stripped down of his fancy attire and dressed in a sacrificial gown marched up the mountain like thief to the slaughter.

"Brother!" The elder prince called as he ran up grabbing Loki's shoulders looking him in the eye. "I tried to beg father please believe me...I never agreed to this let the cr..."

"Shut up Thor!" Loki snapped before his brother could damn himself too. "I spoke against the gods, I am damned, Take Sigyn and Sif. Take them and flee from this place...I never blamed you." He spoke before he was shoved to move further. Once they reached the mountain top he was bound to the rock his stomach facing up as he looked to the sky full of stars.

"I never believed in the gods....and I never shall... Tonight you murder your son, father." He spoke coldly just staring at the stars as he heard a voice that shattered his world.

"I give the child of my enemy to Hel...You were never my flesh and blood, but a peace trade. To keep us from attacking again. That is why your curses brought this evil upon the land, you Loki are Laufeyson, a curse to this land. I should have killed you when the brought you to me instead of pitying you." THe Sword came down into his chest then and Everything started to burn and hurt.

"You are Laufeyson, and you are mine...." He heard a voice whisper the stars starting to fade from his sight the blood moon and the long haired shadowy figure standing over him were all that he could see now...

The lord of the village and the guards never returned to the village, the next day Prince Thor went to investigate only to find the mutilated corpses laid around the alter but his brother's body missing...