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It has been a tough life growing up for Loki he lost his mother at a young age and his father blamed him, he neglected and abused him. To make matters worse his father remarried a woman who treated him the same way, not to mention his older brother felt the same way towards his younger brother. Loki spent all of his time in his room avoiding any conflict, because of all of this he can no longer trust anyone. Finally after years and years of all of the harm, the crying and begging he decided to leave Asgard and make for the one realm where he didn't think anyone would look for him, Midgard.
Only packing a few things he walked down to the biifrost where the gate keeper opened the bridge and sent him to the realm but before he did he wished him well, when Loki arrived there he wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do or where to go but at least he was safe. Using his illusions to disguise his clothing from the mortals, walking around in the cool winter air Loki finally stops at a park bench to sit down. He seemed tired, tired and severely under weight for someone his age and height. "Where do I go now?" Loki thinks.
Only packing a few things he walked down to the biifrost where the gate keeper opened the bridge and sent him to the realm but before he did he wished him well, when Loki arrived there he wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do or where to go but at least he was safe. Using his illusions to disguise his clothing from the mortals, walking around in the cool winter air Loki finally stops at a park bench to sit down. He seemed tired, tired and severely under weight for someone his age and height. "Where do I go now?" Loki thinks.