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Chapter One: Journey
In theAsgardian prison
Loki was never one to be impatient. He was usually the clever one, the intelligent one. He was the brother that could look at a situation and think clearly, come up with a solution, and execute it within the second.
But when there is no way out, all of that flies out the window, and all one could do was think of all that could go wrong.
And at this very moment, Prince Loki was very inpatient. He knew that his father… No, Odin, he reminded himself. Not his father, but Odin, had decided to come down to his lowly little cell today and sentence him to whatever punishment that they saw fit.
Loki scoffed and sat on the metallic bench that was in his white cell. No matter what they did to him, he would not be affected by it, whether it be a beating or some other form of physical torture.
The minutes ticked by and Loki grew even more impatient. He glared at his reflection in the windows of his cell. His hair had grown longer since they had locked him in here, and he looked thinner and frailer. When will those imbeciles come, he wondered.
He was trapped in a transparent room within a room. Loki jumped in anticipation when the door to the outer room opened, but it was just a guard coming in to give him his afternoon meal. He scoffed at the food he was given, a habit that he was doing more and more often. He would scoff at almost anything, preferring to be left alone and angry at the world. He sat in silence for what seemed like eons, with no one but his own reflection to keep him company.
The door was opened once again, and the moment the Loki had dreaded arrived. An old man, regal and commanding even in his old age, stood in the doorway, along with a large blonde man that had eyes to rival even the bluest of waters.
"So, what does the great king and prince of Asgard want with a lowly prisoner such as myself?" Loki said, sneering, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.
"Brother, please do not speak like that."
"Brother? Brother? Surly you know of my true parentage, and so you should know that you are no brother of mine." Loki took satisfaction in the hurt expression that crossed Thor's face.
"You have been a prince, Loki, and as such you should be grateful to our father for taking you in. I just wish for us to be as it was when we were children."
"Well, that will never…"
Odin slammed his staff down on the ground, effectively silencing both of the bickering men. "We have not come to argue, but to sentence the man who did wrong against the realm of mortals."
Loki sneered at Odin. "And what will it be, Oh great king of Asgard? A flogging, years of hard labor…" Loki was cut off again by another loud slamming of the staff on the floor.
"Your punishment is to be banishment."
Loki stopped and stared at the two men that were in front of him. Banishment? To where? He could see the hurt and disappointment that was etched into both men's features, but that wasn't what disturbed him. It was the hope that he saw on Thor's face that left him in puzzlement.
"We were hoping, brother, that since it worked to humble me…"
It was then that Loki put two and two together. One year ago, Thor had been banished as well. Loki remembered the incident, because he had tried to kill Thor while he was powerless and mortal. "No. Please." Loki looked between them. "Anything but that. Anything at all."
"Our minds have been set. This is your punishment. You are banished to Midgard."
"No, father, please." Loki begged. This was the worst turn of fate that he could have ever hoped to avoid.
Odin continued despite Loki's protests. "We have sorted out a place for you not to be found or recognized by any of the mortals. You will live there until you can see what it is that you have done wrong."
Two more guards came in, holding the cylinder that had the Tesaract in it. Loki back away as far as he could, but the doors were opened and the device brought to him. Thor grabbed one side. Loki looked around, trying to figure out if he could get away at all. Finally, he took one last look at Odin, seemed to accept his fate, and then disappeared out of Asgard with his adopted brother.
In Hueco Mundo, after the war.
He had lost, and that's all he knew. That, and emptiness. That orange haired boy, that orange haired trash, and the woman had taken everything from him.
And yet, in that moment before he was completely ash in the wind, the woman had taken pity on him, and had healed him enough to where he would survive. It wouldn't help though. The punishment for losing was death if one was killed, and banishment to the world of the living with weakened powers if one survived the fight.
He order his body to move, but it would do not such thing. He could not even life a finger. Inwardly, he cursed when he felt someone move him. He felt his arms and legs swinging about, because the person who was carrying him was doing so carelessly.
He felt the air around him rippling and knew that he was being taken through a garganta. He cursed again silently that he could not open his eyes or even move his mouth.
The person that was holding him suddenly let go, and he felt himself drop.
In Neosho, Missouri, United States of America
Between all of the losers and the complete idiots that inhabited her school, Randi just wanted to pull her hair out of her head, and then maybe go for one of the cheerleader's hair.
Still only a junior, she had an entire year and a half of school left before she could leave this little run down town of Neosho. It's only claim to fame was the fact that it was directly south of Joplin, Missouri, the place that had been devastated by a massive F5 tornado in May of 2011.
Anyway, back to her former annoyance, someone had just called her a freak. She was currently in the bathroom, trying to stop the tears from even welling up in her eyes. It wouldn't do to have her eyeliner smear. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She had her light green eyes rimmed in dark eyeliner. Her light blonde hair, the tips of which were dyed red, was hanging in her eyes. Her lips were colored black with lipstick, and her skin was extremely pale, a result of never going out into the sun. Her shirt was a dark burgundy, and her skirt was a short black little thing with ruffles. She had sheer black leggings on under that and army boots.
The school bell rang and a couple of girls walked in, giggling about something probably completely stupid and pointless. They stopped mid-sentence when they spotted her.
"Oh, look who it is." One said, her voice smooth like silk. Miranda narrowed her eyes. "I like your costume, freak." The bitter edge of the girl's voice cut Miranda, and she immediately went on the defensive.
"Oh, thank you." Miranda smiled sweetly at them, completely confusing them. "But yours in better, you know." With that she walked out of the bathroom and hastened to her car. She didn't give a shit if she missed a half a day of school. She was going home and there was nothing that anyone could say about it.
She drove home like she was driving a stolen car, and by luck, nobody stopped her. She parked the car at a strange angle and stomped inside. Her parents believed her to be old enough to take care of herself for a month while they were away on vacation. They had only left yesterday.
Miranda was going to turn seventeen in one week, and her parents weren't even going to be home. She huffed around the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. It was made primarily out of cheese. She was a vegetarian.
Against her better judgment, she decided that she would go and eat her meat free sandwich outside.
Her house was a two story, seven bedroom, four bathroom, and two kitchen kind of house. The outside was a light grey, and there was a large patio outside. I had two glass tables with umbrellas and several chairs. She went and sat in the grass right off of the patio.
She took a bite out of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the portal opening above her. Suddenly, she was knocked onto her back. I took her a moment to realize that someone had just landed on her.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" She pushed the man off of her. She shot to her feet at the same time that he did. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
She observed the man. He was tall, like six foot something, and she felt dwarfed next to him, her being only five foot one. He was wearing strange black and green clothes. His black hair was slicked back, and his forest green eyes were glaring back at her.
"Do not speak to me as such, mortal." The black haired man said in a low, dangerous tone.
"Then do not randomly fall on my head while I'm trying to enjoy a sandwich." Miranda's eyes widened. "Shit! My sandwich!" She spotted the crushed, pathetic looking food on the ground.
The man bared his teeth in an animalistic snarl. "You play a dangerous game, mortal, speaking to a god with such sarcasm."
Miranda stopped in her mourning of her sandwich and once again concentrated on the intruder. Damn ADHD, always distracting her. His words registered in her brains seconds later. "Are you trying to tell me that you are a god?"
His self-satisfied smirk told her that that was exactly what he was trying to tell her. "Ok." She said simply. "What is your name then?" She said. It would be best to just cooperate until where ever he escaped from came and got him. Probably one of the loony bins that was hidden around here.
"I didn't escape." Came his voice. Miranda jumped and stared at him. "I was banished to live in this pathetic mortal world."
Miranda took a step back. He had just read her mind. This guy is a mind rapist. She thought. A large grin split his face, but before he could say anything else, Miranda was on the ground again.
A heavy weight was on top of her, and she wiggled out from underneath it. It was another person. "SON OF A BITCH! STOP DROPPING PEOPLE ON ME YOU STUPID SKY!"
"You seem to be taking this very calmly." Stated the dark haired man who had fallen on her first. Miranda could see some shock in his eyes. This was all happening so fast.
"Yeah, well, I'll probably have a mental breakdown later tonight." She glanced back at the person that had fallen on her. It was another black haired male, and he was wearing strange white and black clothing. The strangest thing about him was that he had green streaks trailing down his face.
Her eyes wandered over a strange white helmet looking thing, and wandered what use it would be, because it was only halfway there.
"By the way, mortal, my name is Loki. You may call me master, if you wish." Miranda shot him the bird, and he only smirked.
Miranda crouched down, careful not to expose anything in her short skirt, and poked the unconscious male in the cheek. He stirred slightly, so she decided to poke him again. She yelped in surprise and fell onto her but when his hand grabbed onto her wrist.
"Human, I would advise you not to do that." His voice was deep and velvety. He pinned her down with his gaze alone. His eyes were large, so much so that it looked like he was in a constant state of bored shock. They were also the greenest gems that she had ever seen.
"S-sorry." She looked away. "Woke you up, though, didn't it?" She whispered the last part to herself, but he still heard it.
"Do not ever touch me again, trash."
Miranda stared at him in shock, and then stood to her feet. "What the hell? You people think that you can just walk into my life and start bossing me around? There is something seriously wrong with both of you. Go back to wherever the hell you came from and leave me alone!"
Miranda twirled around and stomped back inside, wishing that she wouldn't have skipped school on this particular day. She slammed the door and locked it, collapsed onto the couch, and dozed off.
The two dark haired males faced each other. "You are not human." The one with the tear streaks said. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Neither are you, it seems." Loki murmured, thinking. "I was banished and sent here."
"I was also banished."
Loki put this new piece of information away in his brain and inclined his head in a form of acknowledgement. "My name is Loki…" He cut himself off. He had been about to say Odinson, but he was not Odin's son.
"Ulquiorra Schiffer." Was the other male's curt reply.
Loki nodded again and walked away towards the road. The second that he left the property, it felt as if electricity was coursing through his veins. He gasped and fell back into the property line. The same thing happened with Ulquiorra.
They would not be able to leave this place, it seemed.
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