"What did I ever do to deserve this?" Once upon a time, Loki had scoffed at the idea of heartbreak, but here, now, the ache in his chest was so strong Loki almost couldn't register anything else. It was an ugly, cruel thing that rubbed him raw from the inside and released ever unhappy, unkind thought that ever crossed through Loki's mind.

This was why none of his efforts had been good enough. This was why Thor had always been favored so far about him.

"Is this my birthright? To be deceived? To have my future given to the most desirable prospect?"

You're just a pawn. You're just another relic to be used when the opportunity calls for it. It's a wonder they didn't just lock you away with the casket you were brought with.

"You didn't want to see that I was loved. You wanted to see that I was complacent until you had a use for me!" The words come before he can stop them, the harshness of his tone clashing dangerously with the pain in his eyes.