I desired the chest for my own use, Thor. Still, if I was able to sow doubt and unrest amongst thy subjects, the day was a good one for Loki, the Trickster!
Welcome, Midgardian, or whichever other insignificant being you might be. (The internet's becoming quite popular, after all.)
BEHOLDthe majesty of Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Asgard and Jotunheim, God of Mischief and Evil, the universe's rightful king and Arch-Enemy of The Mighty Thor, your hero and my dear, weak, softhearted sibling.
(Or, you know, hi. I'm flexible that way.)
I was born of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, in an age long since past, but of course, my true beginnings lie with a man with a typewriter, and his partner, who brought me, my world, and the rest of the cosmos into existence in 1960s, the so-called Silver Age. Rest assured, mortal, I know the truth of my reality, and I can even claim credit for sharing it with a well-known other and destroying his already fragile grasp on our fake reality. Readers were introduced to me in "Journey into Mystery" vol. 1 #85 (October, 1962)
Laufey was a brute of a father, ashamed as he was of my comparatively non-giant size, but as luck- and mine own hand- would have it, Laufey would be slain in battle with the All-Father Odin, Lord of Asgard, and thanks to his love and pity I was taken from Jottunheim and raised as his own son as an Aesir, the giant who became a god, alongside his bloodson Thor.
But as Thor and I aged so did my happiness fade. The Asgardians- a race of proud warrior deities, loved Thor for his courage, his might, his reckless buffoonery, whilst my talents lay in cunning and sorcery.
And like a true brother, I came to detest him.
I arranged for Thor to be exiled to your puny world of Midgard in mortal form, and plotted his death, unleashing scores of monsters and mayhem upon your world in pursuit of that goal, whilst in Asgard I schemed to realize my destiny and take my rightful place on the Allfathers' throne. My plots against Thor were thwarted time and again, and when I pitted him against The Incredible Hulk I made new mortal enemies when Earth's Mightiest Heroes united for the first time, in opposition of me.
But Loki cannot be humbled. I bartered with other mortals and gave them power to fight this new team; I schemed with other villains- for what am I if not a villain?- and sought to defeat Thor and his allies with their aid; and I worked, tirelessly still, to one day claim Odin's crown which looks so much better on my noble head than it does my feeble brother's.
And after decades and centuries of planning and plots, I finally achieved my goal- and for my troubles, Thor brought about Ragnarok.
I did not seek the destruction of Asgard; I have never sought something so terrible, but Thor's actions freed us from the tyranny of the Shadow gods, and we were reborn.
I returned as a woman, but regained my masculinity in short order, and once again worked for the good of Asgard ... and the defeat of Thor. But I paid a heavy price for my actions and I died once again, only to rise once more this time as a child - innocent, trusting, but still wily as Mischief must be.
Unfortunately- or fortunately, one supposes, depending upon how you choose to look at it, I managed to rather... sunder myself in the process. Or rather, the old me did. You see, I'm not the Loki I once was- literally. The child-Loki was a copy, but I- the one destined to guide him and then take over his body after he had earned back the love and trust of my dear idiot of a brother am not the one who made the copy. I'm a bit of a copy myself now, actually- seems my skill at mischief is great enough that I was able to successfully Loki ''myself''. And sure, while I did end up nearly causing the meltdown of reality as we know it during my stint with those inperturbable Young Avengers, I discovered my heart just wasn't in it anymore.
I have become more ... appreciative, of Thor my brother, for at least he, alone among the Aesir, treats me with trust and love. I now put my mind towards more ... benevolent ends, and have assisted Thor and his friends in their hours of need- even if I am still more savvy about how their principles sometimes get in the way of their own good. And still I work for the good of Asgard, the only true home I have ever known, and in the All-Mother's secret service. After all, sometimes it takes a little bad to do good...
A series of films tells the tales of Thor and me, as well as his allies. The lofty task of portraying my glorious likeness was given to one Tom Hiddleston. One cannot imagine how delighted I was to see that he performed his role masterfully. The fact that he has also caught the desires of many a mortal woman as myself is an especially delicious triumph over my half-brother. And if not for that green beast of few words, the outcome of the second film would have been far more enjoyable... At any rate, I also appear in the sequel, where I'm up to my old tricks again which has a most satisfying ending where I now sit on the throne of Asgard. And such an handsome man he is too- so much that I modeled my new face◊ on his portrayal. Life imitating art and whatnot. (Or is it art imitating art)? I would presume that the majority of you are reading my page in his alluring voice at this very moment. (Or possibly that of Graham McTavish, for those of you who are more animation-inclined.)
For some of my more recent exploits can be found here, here and here.
Abusive Parents: Laufey was not a good father, but he suffered for his transgressions. As a time-travelling adult I took revenge on my wounded progenitor with a sword, screaming "YOU WILL NEVER STRIKE ME AGAIN!"
That bastard briefly came back to life during my misadventures with Young Avengers. Let it be know our reunion was anything but happy - he literally tried to eat me!
A Day in the Limelight: There are some who see Loki as the hero that he is and as of #622, I- in my younger form- have taken over the main Thor books as the protagonist (Thor is the protagonist in another one) and they have been renamed Journey in Mystery, to great critical acclaim. Along with my solo adventures as of October 2012 I am also a member of the Young Avengers.
And in 2014, I trust you'll all go scurrying off to your local comic vendors in order to get your little mortal paws on my new solo series, Loki: Agent of Asgard.
Always Someone Better: LIES!!!! Loki has NO EQUAL, much less a superior. Nevertheless in Asgard, because of my giant heritage, I was always overlooked for my accursed brother, Thor. This, coupled with Abusive Parents above, is what lesser beings say is the source of my nature but truly I simply am who I am.
Ambition Is Evil: My ambitions are, or so Thor and the fools of Asgard seem to believe.
Amplifier Artifact: The Norn Stones are my most prominent though I have a collection of these.
Amnesiac Dissonance: The point of the New Journey into Mystery Arc-I was a preteen again, with no memories from before my preteen years (except for in my nightmares). I therefore do not remember my hatred of Thor, which started when we were teens. Instead, I adore him.
I certainly remember the big oaf now, but my feelings toward him have been quite warmed all the same.
A Nazi by Any Other Name: An elderly Midgardian implicitly accused me of this in The Avengers. He was, of course, incorrect. Though I do regard myself as superior to Midgardians, I am in no way comparable to that mass-murderer known as Adolf Hitler or that repugnant Red Skull! My attempts to subjugate the Midgardians are purely for their own good! Did the foolish old man not hear the speech that I gave just moments earlier explaining this?!
Arch-Enemy: I am Thor's greatest and most personal enemy.
Bacon Addiction: Now that I turned young again I learned to appreciate Midgardian cuisine, it's vastly more exciting than the Asgardian for one. So many different breakfast meats... especially bacon, bacon really is magic.
The Bad Guy Wins: Several times, I have succeeded in his quest to rule Asgard! In early issues, this was done by stealing my stepfather's Odin-ring, which made me supreme ruler. When Thor tried to protest, our dear father responded by removing his mouth◊. Sadly, such conquests rarely last more than a few issues.
Badass: I play Arch-Enemy to one to of the most powerful heroes in Marvel, of course I am.
Badass Bookworm: My intelligence is without question and I may be an unusually scholarly Asgardian, but I am still a Norse god, and one does not grow up amongst the Aesir without learning how to fight, nor have a blood feud with The Mighty Thor without being good at it.
Baleful Polymorph: Amongst other things, I have transmogrified Thor into a frog and my own grandfather into the snow- yes, the snow, as in, all snow everywhere.
Batman Gambit: Why does the Caped Crusader get this named after him when I have been playing Thor, the Avengers and all of Asgard like a fiddle since time immemorial?
Becoming the Mask: As I said repeatedly: Loki is always Loki (and only fights for Loki), but which, can be quite the question. For example, is young me my kid version , whose body he inhabits, and part he plays; or the old , whose soul he possesses, but part tries to avoid; or maybe somehow in-between? For what it's worth I'm hoping for a solution that makes me less predictable. But I'm sad to say the house almost always wins.
I am also, surprisingly enough, the villain of Young Avengers, as I struck an alliance with Mother in order to gain control of Wiccan and his powers. Well, until I changed my mind at least. That story deserved a happier ending, damn it.
Perhaps I might be a little ... dishonest with myself, insofar as how much I truly detest Thor, and I might begrudgingly admit there are some things I might admire about him, at least now that I have forgotten that I ever hated him in the first place. Even if daddy doesn't like it.
As "Kid Loki" at least, I'm justified with this line of thought, as Thor is currently the only person who likes me at all and is nice to me.
Black Magic: One of the many branches of power avaliable to me and another contrast with my muscle bound brute of a brother.
Buffy Speak: I'm approximately equivalent to a human of about twenty-one years of age now that I've gotten a fresh start in this new body of mine, and have become quite fond of your Western pop culture. Is it any wonder I sometimes do the... adjective fail thingy?
Bullet Catch: In The Avengers, I briefly managed this with an arrow. Right up until it literally blew up in my face, anyway. (What I wouldn't give to wipe that smug smile off of Veidt's face...)
Cain and Abel: Well, duh! I am in the role of Cain while my brother is the Abel!
My future self, King Loki laughs his ass off at the assumption that a magic sword, which forces anyone stabbed by it to face the whole truth about himself can have any effect on him - he knows exactly what a villain he is and loves every moment of it.
Chick Magnet: While lesser mortals would think this only applied to me after the success of the movies, in my very first appearance◊ I wooed my brother's lover, Jane Foster. I have also had the Enchantress, Lorelei, and Sif interested in me.
Chronic Villainy: Right before allowing himself to be overwritten by my memories, my child self called me out on it.
Clever Crows: Ikol, the magpie containing the memories of what Loki was before he died. Since then my new incarnation developed quite an association with these birds... some might even suggest for some otherreasons beside our intelligence, which is nonsense of course.
Consummate Liar: I would say that I do not lie nearly so often as everyone else seems to believe; then again, I am so good at it, aren't I?
Cool Helmet: I admit it looks better on my live action incarnation.
Alas, my brother, in a typical moment of brainlessness and rage, destroyed it.
Cool and Unusual Punishment: In The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, after my defeat at the end of the first season, Odin locked me in a prison wherein a giant snake dripped poison into my eyes. A punishment copied from the original mythology, no less. But if you call that "cool" again, I'll put you through it, and see how "cool" you think it is.
Daddy's Little Villain: If only. My dear Hela is neither little — thrice my size, in fact; apparently giantism skips a generation — nor particularly fond of me. Our relationships are rather ... strained, at best, and though we sometimes co-operate most of the time, the ungrateful wretch wants nothing to do with me. Unfortunately, as the Goddess of the Dead she is much more powerful than me as well, and worse I may even be destined to someday end up in her custody. Apparently, the insolent fool thinks me rather ... childish, but I am the God of Mischief after all, so I do have a reputation to live up to.
Though the fact that she's not really my daughter at all might have something to do with it. Girls, am I right?
Dark and Troubled Past: My early childhood was littered with neglect and physical abuse. Also the fact I'm a runt giant, 1/5 the size of my kindred however if my oaf of a father had not abandoned me in the ice, Odin would not have taken me in and I might not have evolved into the god I am.
Dating Catwoman: I once had a prolonged relationship with Storm, of the X-Men, when she and the New Mutants were stranded in Asgard — I even gave her back her Elemental Powers, as she had been depowered at the time. When I was... persuaded... to send them all back to Midgard, I offered her a chance to stay with me as my queen, and even had to admit to myself that having her as my own might have been worth losing the throne. While she turned down my generous offer, and I have scorned her ever since, I did sentimentally take the molten remains of the thunder-hammer I had used to empower her and reshape it into a statue of her to keep as a momento.
Some people have not let go of the fact that when I empowered Storm, I did so by giving her a hammer very much like Mjolnir. Or of the fact her outfit was basically a feminized version of my brother's...
Deadpan Snarker: Very much so. My live action incarnation has some moments this that are likely the funniest moments in the Avengers film.
Deal with the Devil: I have been pressed-ganged into deals with actual devils at times, such as my forced alliance with the dread Dormammu, but I have been on the better end of this more often than not; Crusher Creel, the Absorbing Man, is just one of many mortals who have gained special gifts courtesy of myself. If I may be so modest, I am rather more honorable in my dealings than others that might be mentioned...
Thor and Odin always forgive me in the end and give me another chance, but I refuse to accept their mercy.
Averted with my return as a child. Odin has apparently run out of patience with Thor being the only reason I have not been banished or killed. The only person who has forgiven me is Thor. Everyone else wants to kill me.
Averted with my Marvel Cinematic Universe incarnation. Thor and Odin do not forgive me after my attempted invasion of Migard, and Thor only releases me since he expected me to help deal with Malekith.
Enemy Without: Leah of Hel and former lovers of Young Avengers, who joined Mother against the group, all turned out to be just creations of my guilty conscience, I subconciously brought to life to punish myself for killing Kid Loki. And that titan thinks he is his own greatest enemy.
When the time came for my younger self to make an inspiring speech to the Angels of the Tenth Realm, I felt it prudent to address the pressing fact that they would be killing babies. At almost tedious length, at that.
Evil Is Petty: Loki is never petty! Admittedly, my main motivation is showing up my pathetic brother, by any means necessary but then, I'd say he had it coming.
The Evil Prince: Well, I am a Prince, rightfully a king and I am very good at being evil.
Evil Plan: I set my sights on Odin's throne or otherwise see how I can make Thor suffer.
Evil Sorcerer: My knowledge of the mystic arts is unparalled in all of Asgard, even though many mighty sorcerers and sorceresses make it their home.
Evil Versus Oblivion: I already have stated as much my aim is conquest, not destruction. I stated this simply during a fight with Surtur, there's is no point in my ruling all that I survey if all I survey is burned to a cinder.
The Fighting Narcissist: If you must use such a loaded term, Loki would say that merely maintains a healthy and realistic awareness of his own greatness but I can certainly fight and my style is far more based on grace and agility than brute strength.
I Love You Because I Can't Control You: My newest incarnation seems to be developing an attachment to a certain Miss Verity Willis because she can see through any sort of lies and illusions, and is therefore very hard for me to fool.
I've manipulated everyone in Asgard at some time or another. Fitting, given that I am the god of deception. Oh and in this case, "bastard" is meant literally. I insist that I'm not really the "God of Lies", just mischief. Of course, I'm such a good liar anyway, who could ever tell?
I am so good that even when people know not to trust me (which has been Status Quo for fifteen real time years), I still end up manipulating them anyway.
My younger self needs to be this since I don't have my magic, only my brains and my silver tongue.
I am not above manipulating incarnations of myself either.
Master of Illusion: My film incarnation in particular is fond of this, but I of the 616th universe am more than his equal in my own right.
Memory Gambit: "Kid" Loki was a scheme to let me return from death with a new lease on life and a better reputation. It did not go entirely according to plan, but Loki is nothing if not adaptable.
Me's a Crowd: In my most recent serialised adventures, there are no less than four distinctly separate versions of me; my original self (the original Loki), the younger version of myself's ghost or spirit (Kid!Loki), the current version, taking traits from both while being distinctly separate from either, with notions of redemption and... heroism (Teen!Loki), and an older version of that one, who has gone back to standard villainy (Old or King!Loki).
My Death Is Just the Beginning: Well, naturally, it is. Knowing I would in all likelihood die at some point, I planned ahead. Which came in useful when I did eventually die.
My Species Doth Protest Too Much: Frost Giants are very big, very stupid, and typically Dumb Muscle. I am a brilliant schemer, a powerful sorcerer, and slightly shorter than Thor (the horns on my helmet notwithstanding) and very slender. While I am still very strong and durable, that is primarily in comparison to the so called superheroes and villains of Earth, not Asgardians or other Frost Giants.
New Powers as the Plot Demands: As is common for characters whose skill lies in magic, I'm often capable doing whatever the plot needs me to with it, though not to the level of Doctor Strange since the writers still need Thor to be able to defeat me.
Nice Job Fixing It, Villain: I once schemed to pit Thor in a deadly battle against the Hulk, but someotherheroes showed up as well. My plot was soon uncovered, and - much to my later irritation - I ended up inadvertently bringing the Avengers together. Indeed, this incident is my single greatest regret in life.
Nigh-Invulnerability: As a small Frost giant I am as durable and strong as any average Aesir, though I am not naturally as durable as that muscle-bound moron, Thor. Fortunately, as a sorcerer, I have supernatural durability as I have granted myself a range of advantages no other Aesir has; most Asgardians would be more bothered than I at the prospect of decapitation, for a start.
Norse Mythology: Once, the mighty warriors of the north venerated Loki Laufeyson!
Odd Friendship: Spider-Man and I had a short lived one during our brief team-up. It was certainly entertaining, everyone can agree on that, given our wit. By the end I was grateful enough that told he could get a favor from in the future, which never amounted to anything despite the number of fans wishing for him to use it to get me to undo One More Day.
Physical God: I am of Asgard; my power, my age, my strength are all godlike.
Pop-Cultural Osmosis Failure: I would like to safely say that this is not the case. It looks like assimilating my child self has given me knowledge of Internet culture and popular media such as Game of Thrones, despite being of a species and from a culture vastly different from that of Midgard.
Pop-Cultured Badass: Though for much of my history I had a disdain for anything mortal, I have to admit I became this after I was resurrected in the body of a child and discovered the internet. I'm now one of the very few Asgardians who carry a cell phone (I even boost the reception with magic), will use the internet to accomplish my goals, play video games, and constantly make pop culture references, having apparently become quite the fan of many movies and TV shows which I get via "torrents of bits".
Having now been granted an older body through Wiccan's magic, I now have the appearance of a young adult in their late teens/early twenties. The reaction from the denizens of the internet seems to be, and I quote, "Oh no he's hot."◊
Psychopathic Manchild: Type C, if you think, as some do, that this applied to me. God of Mischief and all that- I suppose I can understand.
Psychic Powers: I can enter the minds of hapless victims, such as the Hulk to turn him on Thor.
Rage Against the Author: It's hard not the read the entirety of my younger self's sacrifice without seeing a touch of... aggravation at the fact that, because of the Editors and my new found popularity as the villain of the Avenger's, no matter what this was only a temporary arrangement. He even looks at the viewer while describing how it's beyond either of our power to make the story have a happy ending. (He declares that an unspecified "they" won't let me change, the imprudent brat). The only way for the new Loki to be allowed to change without being forced to become evil at some point in the future under a new writer is for my younger self to be entirely erased from existence. This is admittedly something that can be undone if someone has the gall to.
This became more difficult in the Autumn 2014 event Axis, no thanks to that foolish mortal Schmidt tampering with the brain of Charles Xavier and letting himself be possessed by Onslaught. Not to mention to Von Doom trying to kill me to prevent me from what I'll become afterward.
Smug Snake: I admit that sometimes I am a little ... overconfident, and my plans don't go quite the way I want them to, and that I might, on the odd occasion, be somewhat responsible for my own failures, and maybe not take them as well as I could. But if you were a Physical God and master of sorcery with a genius level intellect, you'd be high on yourself too.
Sorcerous Overlord: On the occasions I managed to ascend to my rightful place as King of Asgard.
Status Quo Is God: Deep down I know I will always be Loki. And I wouldn't have it any other way. But I would totally rules lawyer what and/or who Loki is when given a chance, and I would die and/or kill for that chance. You've been warned.
Super Empowering: I turned Crusher Creel into the Absorbing Man and have given powers to several other less known villains; I also gave The Hood some Norn Stones when his arrangement with Dormammu predictably took a bad turn. I'm quite fond of this. And I'm so generous that I allow them to keep their powers even if they fail me.
Correction, I didn't let The Hood keep the Norn Stones since I found the Avengers needed them to fight the Void. What, you thought I let somebody keep something like those even if I needed them myself?
Superpower Lottery: When you are from a race of gods that can lift tons above one's head and has mastery over sorcery, this isn't really surprising.
Time Travel: I can do this more or less at will; it gives me a distinct advantage when carrying out my Plans. Even I cannot guess how much of Asgardian history was shaped by me until I decide to go back and affect it- the disappearance of my foster grandfather, my own adoption and the death of Laufey, and who knows what else? All me, and I didn't even know it!
Took a Level in Badass: In my earliest appearances, I was more of a nuisance than a major threat. It wasn't long before Loki became truly menacing.
Trash Landing: My confrontation with the wayward Sigurd (the Ever-Glorious) resulted in our falling into a pile of mortal refuse. The rest of that confrontation... did not go well for Loki. I still managed to acquire the last laugh on him, though.
Ugly Guy, Hot Wife: I was ugly, but my wife was the beatiful Sigyn, and had love affairs with Lorelei.
The Unfavorite: It has long been obvious to me that I am Odin's least-favourite son but he will regret so contemptuously underestimating me when all of Asgard bows at my feet!
The Unfettered: Whether I am opposed to Thor or working towards some mutual end, I am always willing to go further than my spineless brother.
Villain Team-Up: While Loki is incomparable, I will sometimes work with my inferiors if need be; I don't see why all the other miscreants aren't as pragmatic as I am. Why, once I led almost every mortal villain to perform Acts of Vengeance..
Weaksauce Weakness: When I first appeared, I had one- I couldn't use my powers when wet. Against Thor, who could easily make it rain. Do you wonder why this is ignored now?
Well-Intentioned Extremist: Do not imagine that all my ambitions are selfish in nature; I have worked for the good of Asgard when it needed me, and the universe on occasion, and often I see the answers more clearly than the so-called "heroes" who are held back by too many ethics.
Which Me?: Loki admits that he can confuse even himself by talking about himself. Like it took a long time for little me to realise, who old me's spirit talked about, when mentioning Loki only dying for Loki. In theory when I say Loki that can mean any iteration of me mentioned under Me's a Crowd, or abstracts like the story, archetype, generalrole or ideal of Loki. When I say I that means explicitly me personally, if you were wondering.
Would Hurt a Child: I have to admit I never cared much for other people's children and gladly used them to gain advantage over their parents.
You Can't Fight Fate: As long as the tales of my prior activities exist, I shall be drawn back to my old habits. Given that I would rather die than be so predictable, efforts are underway to erase them.