Asgard – the heavenly dwelling of the Norse gods, the most beautiful place in the universe. Blah blah blah. Loki was tired of this place and the too familiar faces. Everyone looked the same to him. Golden locks, thick muscles, bright smiles – a bunch of babbling idiots, thought Loki. He had decided to remain in his corridors for the day to avoid the most annoying of them all – Thor. His fake brother. For someone who thought more with their muscles than their brain, Thor was annoyingly observation when it came to him. His efforts to make Loki feel like a part of the family made him want to pull away even more.

On this evening Loki stretched across a soft chair by the fireplace. His legs draped lazily off the side. He stared at his apple in distain. It wasn't very appealing. In fact, nothing had been very appealing to him nowadays.

Food, drink, his corridor, sex – Loki shuttered at the thought. Too many times had he taken an Asgardian woman into his bed. They were rough, dominate and manly. He had even got low enough to try out a mortal. They whined and were broken too easily. He wanted something new and exciting. He wanted to corrupt someone of a different level - he wanted to break their mind.

Loki smiled as he straightened himself out in the chair. That was it. He would crush someone's mind. Thinking of the people in his home world, he shook his head immediately. No, his fake father – the almighty king – would never stand for it. He would have to make sure his father never knew. He would visit Earth and break a mortal from the inside outside out.

The thought rolled around in Loki's mind bringing an unusual grin to his face. He needed to get started immediately.

He prepared himself and headed to the sniveling planet of Earth. This place always made him wrinkle his nose. They were filthy people, mortals, craving submission but resisting with uncanny notions of valor and bravery. Loki decided to focus on his task and leave this place quickly.

Loki, now adorned in a white collared shirt and black slacks walked lazily around the town of, he looked for a sign – Gig Harbor. It was a strange little placed filled with boats and water. He walked around the town getting strange glances from some of the older people and lustful glances from younger girls. Ignoring them he pressed on until he came to a brown building full of noise and color. The sign said it was a school. A place to give the dying race hope, thought Loki in distain. Standing near the green fence with an anxious look on her face was a pretty woman in her early 30's. She had a nice build, Loki noted though her baggy clothes covered this. Something about her called out to him but she wasn't it.

Before he continued forward a man joined the woman. He too looked anxious.

"So I guess this is, huh?"

The woman didn't answer for a moment. She sighed. "I don't think we should do this."

Loki grew interested. He stood near then listening to their conversation.

The man put his arm around the woman. "She is ten years old. We have put it off way too long. If we wait until her teenage years she will resent us even more."

"What is she wants to know who her, h-her – real parents are?" questioned the woman as tears poured from her eyes.

"We are her real parents. She knows that."

Loki narrowed his eyes at the couple. Liars, posers – he wanted to destroy them.

"Here she comes. Act natural, Trish."

Loki's eye locked on to a little girl with dirty blonde hair. Her curls bounced as she walked. Loki glanced at the parents and saw they both had solid black hair. The little girl joined her parents. Loki watched them walk away and in his belly he could feel that he had found the right person.

A few hours later, Rosie sat in her backyard on her tire swing. She watched her feet as she spun in circles. A tear found its way into her eye but she blinked it away. It really wasn't that bad. They may not be her "real" parents but they loved her all the same, right?

A noise made her jump. "Whose there?" she called into the rose bushes surrounding her backyard.

A tall dark haired man appeared making her scream. Loki raised a hand immediately silencing her.

The girl found her voice was gone. She stared up at him with bewilderment.

"If you stop screaming I'll give your voice back. Do we have an agreement?"

Despite everything, Rosie couldn't help but think how strange his accent was. She decided to accept the agreement and nodded in response.

"Excellent." Whispered Loki with a fake smile.

She found her voice had returned.

"W-who are you?"

Loki knelt in front of her. "A friend."

Rosie raised an eyebrow. "Are you a devil worshipper?"

Loki's eyebrows raised in surprise. "No. I am a God."

Rosie didn't seem to believe him. "Prove it."

Loki was becoming annoyed.

"Enough." He said sharply.

Rosie crossed her arms looking angry. "I'm not a baby –"

"You mean you're not their baby?" Loki motioned to the house.

Rosie gulped. "I don't know what you mean."

Loki laughed dryly. "Do not lie to me. I see everything. You aren't their child. You are just a tool they used to complete their perfect little family. You don't mean anything to them."

Rosie jumped up. "That's not true!"

"Oh Rose, it is."

Rosie scrunched up her face. "My name is Rosie."

"For now." Loki agreed.

"What do you want?" challenged Rosie.

Loki straightened up. "I just wanted to say hello. I'll be leaving now but I'll see you again."

Rosie put up a hand. "Wait –"

But Loki was already gone leaving the girl alone in the darkening backyard with a confused look on her face.

When Loki made his way back home he felt a thrill of excitement go through him. This was going to be fun.