"Thor has had his fallings out with his father, but nothing as bad me I guess, I started to feel like I wasn't as loved and Thor got most of Odin's time, I know he was preparing him to be king, But I felt like I would never have a chance and now I know why," the last couple of words were bitter. He really didn't think things would ever be ok with him and Odin. He was so angry at him.
The god knew he would always be different. He doubted that would ever change, despite all the bad things he had done. He hoped people would just move on and forget about it, but he didn't think it was that simple.
"Well yeah I was always the loner and different and really quiet, I always felt left out among Thor's friends growing up. They were all warriors and doubt they even liked me then." He mumbled. 

"I was always the clever one and skilled with magic, I learnt from mother, Not that anybody ever thought I could be a warrior and fight with weapons and strength, No like Thor." He felt so different and useless.He managed to laugh at Tony's attempt at a joke. "Well I don't know about you being that awesome. " he was smirking. He was trying to tease Tony. "I did manage to throw you out a window."
The god was a bit amused. He coughed again. It had managed to cheer him up a bit. Loki knew that he enjoyed teasing and joking around when he was in the mood for it. He curled up again as he coughed badly.

"Yeah I miss her, I was a bit cruel to her as well, but I was close with her, I never wanted to admit that," The god sighed, He looked at Tony, He wondered what it would be like if he had met Tony under different cirumstances.
The god looked very tired, He was breathing heavily. "I don't? Well ........ Thanks, But even if I regret what I did and I want to chance, I don't think I can see myself in a postive way," He knew sometimes he was so miserable that he couldn't see the good points.
His chest was aching and he groaned again. The god thought of what he would do without help. He knew he would be more likely to die than if anything was seriously wrong.

The god just weakly takes the bucket and throws up again. He was feeling miserable and wished his stomach would settle down. He was sure at this moment that it never would. He gagged and just looked paler. "I'm getting tired of this, "
He had hoped his stomach was too empty before. He looked pained as he kept gagging and coughing. He was finding it rather hard to calm down. He knew his mother used to be able to calm him down when he was feeling this sick.
Loki coughed more, He tried to breath deeply and hoped the sick feeling would ease down. He hadn't been this sick in awhile. His body was very shaky, He was sure if he was standing upright that he would collaspe. Loki knew he didn't like people seeing him this sick, but he had no choice as he needed help. The god had a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes, He was clearly suffering and feeling rather miserable right now.