Loki was a very complicated god.
There was no doubt about it. After all, among the countless gods in the universe, Loki's birth and upbringing were undoubtedly the most complicated.
However, if Loki weren't complicated, he wouldn't have been given the titles God of Lies and God of Tricks.
Loki was born a Frost Giant. More importantly, he was unquestionably a true Frost Giant. Yet in the end, he was raised by Odin and educated according to the gods' system.
If Odin had adopted him wholeheartedly, that would have been one thing.
But had Odin truly adopted him sincerely?
Definitely not.
If Odin had genuinely meant to do so, then Loki should have had the same right to inherit the throne as Thor. Yet Loki had not only been denied that right—he had not even been given the chance to compete.
So...
As for why Loki had become the way he was, without exaggerating, Odin bore at least eighty-five percent of the responsibility.
Right now?
Thor had gone to the realm of Fire Giant Surtr to put down the rebellion. Meanwhile, Loki stared at the pool of blood before the throne, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Within the Midgard world of the Chaos Universe.
Hermione crossed over from the magical kingdom and stood beneath the Chaos Force Tree. The worried expression on her face immediately turned speechless when she saw Lake spitting out blood packs one after another from the Chaos Force Tree. She rolled her eyes. "Couldn't you have told me beforehand?"
Lake spat out the last blood pack, took a sip of bourbon, and rinsed his mouth. "I did tell you beforehand."
Hermione said helplessly, "I mean, tell me beforehand when you're about to do it."
Lake laughed. "Sorry. If I'd told you, I was afraid