After ME, Loki, the God of lies and deceit, saved the world (actually Heimdall, Hyrrokkin and Thor saved it), and the frost giants left, I lived happily (just kidding).

School still sucked, and it got worse after Valerie, my BEST friend, made a new friend called Georgina, although I think she's more of a friend-stealer, because Valerie keeps talking about her and how cool she is (she just doesn't realise that I'm cooler). And also, the new girl, who I offered to sit next to me, ignores me, and I think she doesn't like me.

And after my fake parents went to talk to the teachers about me and my fake brother, because according to those vigilant humans who only serve to annoy (the teachers) Thor is an angel and I'm a basket case, my fake parents decided to throw a birthday party for Thor and not me, and we're twins so we should really have a party for both of us, but since "I'm bad at school" the party is only for Thor.

But guess what? At the party, Thor's hammer was stolen, and because I'm such a bad person, everyone blames me! And I'm not guilty, I swear! But obviously no one believes me. Because who's going to believe Loki? But I was going to clear my name, even if it's the last thing I do!

In the evening, I decided to ask him that, if he was so convinced that I stole his hammer, why didn't he just throw me on the ground and fart in my face until I gave it back? I didn't want to encourage him about the farting, but it just annoyed me - I don't like not knowing about things!

After dinner, I found Thor on the sofa lazing around and watching football on TV. He refused to pay any attention to me until the game was over. Unless you consider "listening to me" to be smashing me to the floor without even looking at me. But finally, the match was over and he turned to me with his eyes blazing with fire and fury.

-What do you want, Loki?