I was born somewhere much different than many others. Mostly because, most are not like me. I was born in a loving family. Not just any family, a fire family. I was born in the realm Firenheim. It was complete enemies with Jotenheim and Asgard.
Now, as an infant, I couldn't do anything to help. Food wise, and mostly importantly war wise. Firenheim and Asgard got into a huge war. Two strapping young princes fought in the lines. Firenheim lost. My parents brutally murdered.
Before the battle, they had left me in a small hole in the ground. Praying that no one would find me. Well, they were wrong. After the battle was over, the young Prince Loki had found me in that ditch. He didn't know what to think at first, but, he took me to Odin. Who in turn, took me in as his own. Though he never truly liked me.
Asgard became my new home. A new family, siblings. It's not easy to remember your past when so many things block your vision. Apparently Odin had made sure Loki and Thor never mentioned that day to me. But, he never gave them a reason. That's where the mistakes started.