AN: I don't own Thor. The first chapter is a bit dark and short, but it will become more humorous as time passes. But first we need Loki to arrive at the right location!
The first thing he truly became aware of was the lack of noise and the never ending darkness. Loki smirked without humor as it surrounded him in his fall. A fall lacking the feeling of a gravitational pull and wind. Nothing indicated that he was falling but he knew. He knew he was falling at a rapid pace to nowhere, because he let go.
He let go of a father whom saw him as a relic and held no true affection for him. And his brother, Thor Loki thought bitterly, whom had done nothing and even joined the injustice towards his little brother. A brother he had sworn many centuries ago to protect against all. And what good that did. They weren't even brothers, just a Golden Prince and a Monster.
Loki could feel the need to laugh in his slight panic. A monster! That was all he was! But even so, he was a monster whom had his pride and thus refused to let out his chuckle. It would do him no good.
Thoughts began to swirl around in his head. Of all things that were and should have been. He even remembered, he thought wryly, that he had left his favorite book open on his desk for later peruse. That wouldn't happen now, it would never happen.
He had no idea how long he had been falling but he began to worry. True it was the void, an existence of nothing and was only present as the layer between the Realms and the Underground. He himself had travelled many times with his magic between the Asgard and the Underworld but never before had it taken so long. And he knew he had been falling for awhile. True down here there was no sense of time but he could feel the time tearing at his body and mind. Loki could feel himself grow weaker as his magic desperately tried to keep him alive, an instinctive reaction to the lack of nourishment and movement. All Loki could do was to fall. And think.
As time passed by Loki became more and more desperate for a way out. He knew from his endless studies that eventually the fabric that was the void would end and release him to somewhere in the Underground. From thereon he could start over. Forget whom he was; Loki Odinson, no Loki Layfeyson he sneered and start over. No one would know he was a monster. Down there all they knew was that he was a traveler with a quick tongue and could get out of any situation. If only he would stop falling!
And with that last thought Loki Silvertongue ripped through the fabric of the void and slammed into the murky ground.