My Hero

Everyone thinks a hero is someone who is morally good. A hero should be willing to help others, must be brave, and goodhearted is what others say. If what they believe is indeed true, then by those standards, my hero is not a hero. My hero is, to put it bluntly, a weak-willed, spineless coward who has no compassion or consideration for other people. He is a god from Old Norse mythology, reigning proudly as the God of Evil. He, without a doubt,  lives up to his title. My hero is villainous, he is mischievous, his tongue is embellished silver with lies, trickery and deceit. My hero is Loki Laufeyson.

According to the text of Old Norse mythology, Loki is the eldest son of Fárbauti and Laufey, who hold the honorable positions of King and Queen of the realm of frost, Jötunheim. A great war was unleashed upon Jötunheim against the Æsir who hail from the realm of the gods, Asgard when Loki was only a baby. He was left in the ruins of a temple allegedly by Laufey during the war. In the aftermath of the battle won of course by the Æsir, Odin Börson, ruler of Asgard, found Loki in the temple and decided to take the child back to Asgard to raise him as his own son. Years later and Loki was quite convinced that he really was of Asgard, son of Odin, and brother to Thor Odinson. He was convinced of this, yes, but not happy. He was ridiculed for his practice of magic, a woman's art. He was shunned for being ergi , choosing to keep a slight build unlike his brother who was bulky and muscly, toughened from beatings on the sparring mat. He was in his brother's shadow and he was pushed around for all his miserable, lonely life. Thor was always favored over him and Loki hated it; hated that it was always Thor everyone loved despite the fact that his brother was a stubborn, oafish lout who only thought with brute strength but he had to bear it. He had to stay well-mannered and respect the wrong decisions of everyone. It wasn't until he found out that his true heritage, that he was lied to by who he believed to be his father all his life. He didn't stay calm, he didn't let it go. He just went crazy. He almost committed genocide upon his own race, he broke the Bifrost bridge that connected the realms to each other and he almost caused the death of his brother. He didn't confine his rage nor did he try to fix it. He allowed himself to spiral deeper and deeper into madness and for that, I indubiously admire him.

Everyone else's heroes have overcome major obstacles in their lives nomatter how bad it got. They put on brave faces, not masking their no nonsense attitudes and they went on with their lives, proceeding to so studiously destroy whatever it is that's blocking them from happiness. This, to me, is absolutely absurd. Not everyone is strong enough to carry on, not everyone can just have a positive outlook on life. These heroes give the impression that life is so very simple, so fine and dandy, and so easy, that failing is not an option. Loki allowed me to see the humanity in humans. He taught me to see just how bad life can get and you can't always get through everything. He showed me that problems can be left unsolved. There are some things we can't overcome and life doesn't always get better. Not everyone is important, not everyone is worth something, not everyone means something to someone and not everyone has a bright future. He made me see the reality in things. That is why he is my hero.