Loki was having a hard time nowadays. It had become harder to simply sit there and watch his brother receive all the glory for slashing so many successfully while he was just alone in his room, studying the arts of magic. He couldn't hear it anymore. The praises kept echoing in his ears, how great Thor was and how brave. Noone seemed to see that he was just, in need, a combat-minded fool with nothing but war and fighting on his mind. Maybe some alcohol too. He kept thinking how Asgard would fall, once he would be crowned king because the peace in the nine realms would be destroyed as soon as that happened. But there was nothing Loki could do against that. Odin, their father and current king had decided for Thor to be his successor and not him, no matter what the younger brother thought about that fact. He was doomed to keep the title as prince of Asgard with no hope of actually gaining more prestige. Once he heard the loud sound of his brother's feet near his door, he hid underneath his blankets to not be bothered by him. Noone could know what the god of thunder possibly wanted now, but Loki was having none of that. He wanted to keep reading. He was so close to perfecting another spell, so there was no way he would join his stupid brother now.