Heyo! I love Loki fics but i hate that he's always a traumatized victim so yeah this is my spin on how i think he would act if this happened.

Ideas and criticism are nice!

Disclaimer:Obviously i don't own anything except my ideas and Oc


Oops a Norse gods Fell into my House


The night was brilliant, looking up one sees stars like little crystals of snow on a December night. Despite being able to see his breath Sabriel walked on unhindered back towards his house. What greeted him when he opened the door was not expected (and to be honest completely unwelcome).

Laying in the rubble of what was once the living room was a man with raven hair with an unnaturally slim figure and deathly pale shade of coloring. Doing what he thought anyone would do was to run up and see if the strange man was even alive and lo and behold yes,yes he was.

The man lay on his bed as Sabriel had patched him up and left to do something about the hole in the ceiling and crater in his poor floor. Many would've called the police or even 911 or something but Sabriel was not just anyone, being a ex super villain on the run does have its downsides. Giving up on fixing most of the furniture Sabriel made some chamomile tea to help his fried nerves. Grabbing tons of extra blankets and pillows laying around he made a bed in the kitchen.

It was a good thing he didn't get a job yet was Sabriel's first thought upon waking up. There was a loud bang indicating his unwelcome guest had come back to the living and tried to move off the bed. Getting up and mumbling about flying people and broken roofs, he made his way upstairs. When the door creaked open both he and the man stared at each other until the later asked "what realm am i on?"

"Umm Colorado...United States?" replied Sabriel.

All the man said was, "Huh?"

"Earth?"continued Sabriel.

"Oh, Midgard." responded the man

"Uh...what's your name?" Sabriel asked

"Loki" Loki said.

"...Well i'm Sabriel nice to meet you."Sabriel said smiling.

Awkward, goodness now they were having a staring contest, why me i just wanted to live a decent life and get away from this shit Groaned Sabriel in his head. To make matters worse the guy looked like he'd keel over and die any moment, in fact could he even eat regular food or did he have to research alternatives? Well here goes nothing, "Do you want some water and maybe something to eat but i'm warning you i think you could only hold down bland stuff."

"Yes, some sustenance would be nice and i thank you for your hospitality."Loki answered.

Oookay. Sabriel walked back to the kitchen and made Loki food, he left him to himself as the guy clearly needed privacy. He then turned to the problem of fixing his roof and sighed, it's never ending!

The living rooms roof was fixed. Sadly the furniture could not be. As the sun set with brilliant twilight Sabriel went to check on his 'guest'. Said guest was propped up on the headboard looking better but tired. Sabriel then realized Loki didn't want to sleep as hello stranger danger. Came across his thoughts. Then again the guy did fall from the sky for whatever reason.

Turning on the lights he made, Sabriel got his stuff and made a bed in between the bed and the dresser. As the star shaped lights continuously changed colors he could feel the interested gaze boring at his back. As he lay down Sabriel spoke "Sorry just can't sleep in complete darkness… reminds me of bad times."

"I know exactly what you mean mortal."Loki replied.


Next chapter i think i'll do it from Loki's point of view to clarify some things.

Like i said Loki holds together well, he has issues but he's not going to be a helpless victim, so don't expect that.