FrostIron Poem (Suckish)OOC: Attempt to do a poem base on Loki
I felt alone inside this dark void
The darkness surronding me
Giving me no comfort or safety.
Was I the monster born to be read in books?
Am I so unworthy to be a son?
I am no God of Thunder, nor have golden blonde hair.
Am I cursed?
No. The memory filtered through.
Then what am I?
You're my son.
What more than that?
The memory of that that day faded back to the depth of his memory.
I envied my brother, lust for the affection that his brother receives.
The yearn to able to rule a throne one day.
I tried to prove to you father, I am a worthy son.
But you rejected me, you made feel alone, different, out of place.
Do I deserve such lonely void?
Am I really the villain?
I am titled as a criminal but my only wish is to be my brother's equal
Not to be looked down upon like some peasant.
Who would ever pull me out from the dark lonely void?
I opened my eyes as soft blue glow luminated in the
[ThunderFrost].::.Villain hero school.::. [4/?]Loki grunted softly, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. He walked in front of his brother, being rather impatient right now. He pushed the door to the boy's locker room; he inhales the air, smells like sweat. He wrinkled his nose in distaste of the smell. "This place stinks." He muttered. Thor chuckled lightly. "It's called a locker room. Of course it will smell." He said. "Thanks for the pointing out the obvious God of Captain Obvious." He said sarcastically.
Mr. Douglas stepped out of his office to see two of his new students. He smiles; he was young, early twenties and dirty blonde hair with brilliant grey-green eyes. "Good morning and welcome to the locker room. Loki Laufeyson and Thor Odinson, am I correct?" He asked making sure it was there name. "Yup." They both said in unison which earned Thor a glare from his younger brother. "Well let's get you guys a locker and pair of gym clothes. You'll be changing out today." He spoke out calmly, looking down at his clipboard and scribbled