A/N: After month's of writing, I'm finally posting. I tried to keep Loki's character as close to the original in Thor and the Avengers. I hope you enjoy. All titles are from Songs, because I honestly couldn't come up with any on my own. There are also some songs I was listening to while writing certain chapters which I will include in the Author's notes.
Warning: Slight foul language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Alex.
Chapter 1: Cold Light Above Us
A falling star could be seen for miles above the forested region. "Make a wish!" A young girl with dark brown hair pointed to her window with a grin on her face. "Okay." A boy around the same age responded closing his eyes obediently.
A moment later two pairs of matching brown eyes looked at each other in excitement. "What did you wish for?" The boy asked, glancing out into the night sky filled with stars. Bed time was an hour ago but both children were too excited to sleep.
The girl sprang to her feet. "I'm not telling you." With a giggle she turned to her bed. "Why not?" he whined. "Because, If i tell you than it won't come true." She responded firmly before turning off the ballerina night lamp and curling up in her bed.
Soft footsteps went to her bed and the dip in the mattress told her that her brother had followed her to the bed. "Please, Skadi?" She sighed and sat up. Unable to resist the nickname her grandfather had given her. With a grin she decided to even the score. "Fine, Magni." The frustrated tone caused her brother to shift.
She leaned close to the outline made by the moonlight streaming in from their window. "I wished that we could meet a god. Like the ones grandfather talks about." She sat back, knowing her brother wouldn't tell anyone her secret. The trust between them came from years of promises and secrets starting at birth.
"You remember that they're not like Fenrir. They're dangerous." A slight panic filled his voice. She knew the wolf cub she found and her grandfather helped her raise, was still wild and had to live in the forest. But she could pet him and he'd eat from her hand. In her eyes there weren't many dangers and the gods her grandfather told her stories about didn't seem more dangerous than a full grown wolf. "I think you're wrong." She said defiantly curling back up under her duvet with her back to her brother. "I hope you're right." She heard him whisper before footeps lead to his bed on the other side of the room.