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Loki is nearly 21 or about 1046

He couldn't control anything. He couldn't control that Thor was going to be king in a few short months, even though his temperament meant that Asgard would fall into chaos He couldn't control the fact that his father thought somehow that Thor was ready for that kind of responsibility. He couldn't even control his own future, Thor likely would assign him to some role as a diplomat or as part of the council when he became king. There was only one thing he could control. What he ate.

Over the years, he had slowly eaten less and less. He hadn't noticed it at first, he had just become more interested in feasting on knowledge then in feasting on actual food. As he and Thor had pulled further apart, the less Thor had come to get him for dinner. When Thor hadn't come for him, Loki often hadn't eaten the meal. At first he had made up for it at breakfast and lunch by eating a little bit more. But slowly those meals had become a few hurried bites so he could get back to his studies as soon as possible.

He wasn't quite sure when it had turned into what it was now. Loki never went to dinner anymore, except for the rare occasion when Thor would remember and drag him to it. Lunch was the same story, especially now that he was no longer a child and no longer had to go school. It was mostly breakfast that he had to get through. Today, both his mother and father were absent from the table, it was him, Thor, Sif and the warriors three.

Loki had stopped listening about five minutes ago when it become clear they were talking about yet another fight between two of the people at the table, he didn't even remember which ones.

Loki's attention was on the food on his plate and the food around him. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but sometime over the years he had grown to despise the smell of food that used to make him salivate. It made him nauseous just being around it. Eating it was not possible. Over the years during breakfast, he had mastered the art of illusion. Of making it look like he was eating when in reality he was merely moving food around on his plate. The only time he actually ate was when his mother or father came, because he was afraid one of them would be able to see through his illusion. Thor never had, then again he was always paying more attention to his friends than him during the meal anyways.

The only times they actually talked anymore was on one of Thor's stupid adventures. The adventures that someone almost always got injured on, because between the five of them, none of them seemed to have a lick of common sense. Or in Sif's case was hiding any sort of common sense because she liked the leader too much to counter anything the fool said. Her crush was so blatant Loki was surprised even Thor couldn't see it. Then again Thor saw very little. Thor couldn't see him, didn't see past the facade that Loki showed at all times to cover what he really was.

Loki finally scooped the rest of his meal into his napkin and then ended the illusion. He made some sort of excuse to Thor that he doubted Thor heard and made his way to his feet. He walked slowly over to the nearest trash receptacle and stood over it for a moment, his napkin with his breakfast he hadn't eaten in his hand. He looked over at Thor and his friends who were laughing at something. They didn't even seem to notice his absence. Thor was broad and strong, as were the warriors three. Even Sif had a strong build. His own muscles were diminishing, due the fact that he was too tired to keep up his old training routine that he had done for years. It also likely had something to do with that fact that to function, his body had to eat something and most of his fat stores had depleted. He was always tired, more than once he had found himself asleep in a book he had been trying to read. Thor and the others had grown up, he had simply grown empty. He released the napkin and walked out of the feasting hall.

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