#relatable character

He is the forgotten child.

The child who was a stranger in the palace we grew up in. That’s was supposed to give him warmth and affection, comfort.

Adopted by Odin but never truly embraced, he stood beside Thor all his life, only to feel like a shadow: unseen, unheard, unwanted. What is mischief if not a desperate attempt to be noticed? What is chaos if not a cry from a soul that was never truly accepted?

So tell me. Wouldn’t you be desperate for affection and attention?

He is the boy who looked in the mirror and saw a monster…because that’s what he was told he was. (Well not directly but…) A Frost Giant, abandoned, adopted, lied to. Imagine living your childhood with a thought that Frost Giants are bad and needed to be killed and then you found out you’re one of them…

Wouldn’t that break anyone?

Beneath Loki’s sharp tongue, the smirk, the mask of arrogance or the sarcasm is…

A boy who just wanted to be loved.

Not tolerated.

Loved.

Not as a replacement. Not as a project. Not as a puppet.

But as Loki. Just Loki.

Well he lashes out, yes. He deceives.

But what is a trickster, if not someone too afraid to let others see his truth?

Every illusion is a shield. Every lie is a scar that’s trying to cover up even deeper wound.

But finally in the TVA we see another side of Loki.

At first he is still fueled by bitterness, rage, and ambition. He’s arrogant, defensive, and clinging to the idea that power and fear are the only ways he’ll ever matter.

And then… he sees his life.

Not just his past but the future he was “supposed” to live. His whole life, replayed like a film on a screen. His triumphs, his failures, the family he betrayed, the brother who still loved him. His own death. A sudden, brutal end at the hands of Thanos, not even as a king or conqueror… but as a failed god trying to be brave.

You watch it happen in his eyes: the unraveling of ego, the shattering of denial. The moment Loki realizes that he was never in control, not of his fate, not of his pain, not even of his own story. The TVA takes away his illusions, literally and emotionally. And all that’s left is him… Scared, angry, grieving, confused. A man who finally has to ask: Who am I without the lies?

Mobius asked Loki if he enjoys hurting people and Loki answers:

„I don’t enjoy hurting people. I don’t enjoy it. I do it because I have to. Because I’ve had to.”

It proves that Loki had protected himself by hurting other people first so they don’t hurt him.

Over the episodes we can see Loki change and mature even.

By the end of Season 2, Loki makes a choice that feels like destiny, but is really a sacrifice. He gives up everything he had. Freedom, love, even identity to hold the timelines together. He becomes the weaver of multiversal threads, alone at the edge of time, cradling all existence like a burden and a gift. And he becomes alone…The one thing he tried to avoid…he is forever alone. Watching over stories.

The God of Mischief becomes the God of Stories. The one who once sought a throne for power now sits on one out of necessity, out of love. He didn’t win. He chose to lose, so everyone else could win. And those worlds confirms it:

“For you. For all of us.”

And now…

He has found something better:

A purpose.

A place.

A peace within himself.

Yes he is still Loki.

But now…

He finally believes that’s enough. He is enough.

His words from the Avengers finally became true

“I am Loki of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

And in the end, he proves something powerful:

You don’t have to be who you were. You can be who you decide to become.

And he chose to become someone who mattered… Not because he was feared, but because he was loved after all.

Oh and to add up he is bisexual representation!

(and genderfluid)

And I happened to be bisexual as well! ❤️

I love Loki and this is the shorter version of my rant because I don’t want to post a damn book here…