The Sky God

Authors: Kindred Isa & Blackfox

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Semi non-consentual spankings, spankings, sex in later chapters, violence and bloodshed, with further warnings in other chapters. Not done for profit but for a joy of writing and because we love Loki.

Summary: Wounded and confused after falling into the chasm leaving Asgard behind him, Loki is found by a warrior girl held bent on finding her God and surviving a world full of blood-thirsty monsters. When they make the journey to find answers, will they find more than the truth and possible salvation? Will Loki have redemption or be damned?

Chapter One: The Fallen One

The power was intense when Loki ran at his brother, trying to stop him from destroying the rainbow bridge. His staff raised high when the force knocked them both up high into the air, coming down with a startled yell.

Loki expected to die, but he and Thor had been caught by their still tired father. As the wind blew through his hair, the God of Mischief looked at his father. "I could have done it, Father, for you...For all of us."

Odin just sadly looked at his son, disappointed. "No, Loki."

At the whispered tone from his father, Loki felt the tears glisten in the blue eyes. His hand loosened on the staff with Thor screaming for him not to give up. The last thing he saw and heard were their cries of alarm with Loki falling in the chasm. The lightning surrounded him while Loki fell through the chasm, weakened and in pain with lightening striking him.

The boy landed hard onto the cold surface of a world, striking his head, having landed in a tree. The branches, unable to hold his weight, gave up and surrendered him to the ground, landing hard. Loki fell to his front, sleeping in the darkness, having lost consciousness. His head was bleeding a little, having sustained an injury with his side also hurt, powers faded to nothing.

Aradia walked swiftly along the plains with two guards following closely behind her, each garbed in long cloaks with every part of their body covered, carrying weapons. Upon spotting the unconscious man dressed strangely, Aradia paused with a frown, studying him. What was he doing out in the open, uncovered? Had another group left him for the monsters?

Ignoring the words of caution from the guards, Aradia stepped over to the strange man, holding her sword against his throat - just in case this was a trick they hadn't seen yet.

Loki had remained lost in the darkness even as the woman approached his prone form, lying there on the damp ground, the leaves surrounding him as if to protect him. Unable to wake up, the boy remained still as death, not knowing any danger as of yet.

Since there was no movement from him, Aradia slowly knelt next to Loki's prone form. Still holding her weapon in one hand, she stretched out the other to lightly touch his neck. There was a pulse, but then she started to check for bite wounds.

After some anxious moments, Loki finally began to stir on the ground, unable to hold back a pained groan, his clothes tattered, still wearing Asgardian armor. His blue eyes remained closed with the boy panting in agony, never having felt such pain. "Uhnnn..."

"Lie still," Aradia ordered Loki. "Have you been bitten?"

"W..What?" Loki remained on the ground, panting in agony, his chest screaming with his ribs having been badly damaged. "B...Bitten?"

An inhuman scream sounded from a short distance away and Aradia cast a quick glance back over her shoulder before looking at Loki. "Can you stand?"

"I...I don't know...Where am I? Who are you?"

"My name is Aradia." One of the guards cleared his throat, but she ignored him and offered a hand to Loki. "You are in the Southlands. We must travel quickly." Another scream sounded and her grip on her sword tightened.

Loki tensed, hearing the frightening, inhuman scream, looking at the woman with wide blue eyes. "W...What was that?" He took her hand, grunting in pain when he weakly stood up, swaying on his feet, needing help to remain up.

Aradia frowned at that. "You don't know...?" She stared at him for a few moments and then took another look round. "We can worry about it once we're in shelter," she decided.

Loki let some of the strangers help him up to try and get him out of harm's way. "Well, would I not have not asked if I knew what that was?"

"Can you walk?" Aradia asked him.

"Nay, not without help."

"I will help." One of the guards stepped forward to help Loki walk, making sure he was between Aradia and the stranger.

Loki hissed in pain with his ribs aching, having obviously been damaged, stumbling a little, nearly falling again. "Aghh...My side...It is damaged."

"We will take you to our healer," Aradia said. "It is not too far away." She started walking swiftly, the guards following her.

The roars behind them grew louder, sending cold chills down their backs, finally reaching a large, cave-like fortress with the entrance closing behind them, leaving them in the shadows, only torches lighting the way, descending into the dark caverns below ground. Loki struggled with the agony, needing to get used to the darkness, looking around, frightened and uncertain.

Only Aradia and the guard supporting Loki headed down one part of the corridor, coming to a room with an older woman tending some people in beds.

"Where is this place? Tell me, I beg you. Where am I?"

"You are in Greyhaven Castle." As she spoke, Aradia removed her cloak and hood, hanging both up.

"Greyhaven Castle? That is unfamiliar to me."

"Where are you from?" the guard asked suspiciously.

The healing woman walked over to them and frowned at the guard. "If he's hurt, you're not going to get anything out of him." She turned to Loki. "With your permission, I will check your wounds."

Loki turned to look at the guard with a few strands of black hair in his face, panting from both pain and fear. "I...I don't know nor who I may be..." The boy then looked at the healer, nervously regarding her and the others in the room, almost scared that he'll be harmed. "Who are you people? Am I a prisoner?"

"We are the ones who have survived the plague," Aradia said quietly, sitting on one of the free beds.

The guard took Loki over to another one, helping him to sit down.

"W..What plague? I know nothing of what you speak...I know not even my own name."

"About two years ago, a plague swept over our world - though from where, we don't know," Aradia answered. "It has made our people into monsters who desire to drink blood. We do not know how to cure it."

The healer stepped over to Loki to examine him.

Loki laid on the bed and got alarmed when the healer went to remove his clothing. "How dare you assume to remove my clothing without permission?"

The healer frowned slightly at his attitude. "Without being able to see your wounds, I cannot treat you."

Aradia leaned forward slightly. "You should let Martha do her job. She won't hurt you."

"I do not know her in order to trust that I shall not be harmed within this castle...I get the sense that I am a prisoner here."

"If we wished you harm, we would have left you outside," Aradia pointed out.

Loki helped them remove his clothing to reveal the body of a warrior, his abdomen muscled but not overly so, but definitely a man trained for battle. He wasn't as big as Thor, but had been trained to fight alongside him, blushing with wide blue eyes when the woman deamed that he lose his trousers as well to be naked before them. "Why must you remove my pants as well?"

"I need to check if you have been bitten." Martha turned to Aradia. "You can wait outside along with your 'pet'."

"Aww... I never get any fun," Aradia said, a little cheekily, as she slipped off the bed and headed out of the healing room.

"Here now, woman, I have not been bitten by any such beast; and shall not have you tarnish my dignity to check. You shall not look upon my intimate regions for your pleasure!"

Martha shrugged, as if she didn't care in the slightest. "Then perhaps you should check for yourself. But for someone who claims to not know anything about himself, you certainly have enough arrogance." She eyed him distrustfully.

Loki just glared at the woman, his ice blue eyes narrowed; and, with a snarl at the indignity, the boy removed his pants, covering up to maintain his dignity. "There, are you pleased now?"

Martha gave him a quick once-over to satisfy herself that there were no bites and then she quickly moved a blanket over the lower part of his body. "You will need to wear different clothes in any case. Bright colours only attract the creatures."

"I shall do no such thing, woman. They are my clothes and all I have to my identity."

"Then you will not last long here," Martha said.

"Something tells me I have survived worse scraps than some beast out for my blood."

"You are a stranger here," Martha pointed out bluntly. "You'd be wise to pay attention to the warnings you hear. How do you intend to survive otherwise?"

"I am sure I'll find a way to do so. Now tell me about these beasts; and what realm is this?"

Martha tilted her head slightly to one side. "Realm?" she repeated, sounding confused.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the Kingdom of Greystone." Martha seemed about to say more, but at that moment, there were shouts from outside the room.

"Greystone? Never heard of..." Loki turned, hearing the shouts, having to wrap the blankets around his waist in alarm, not sure what was going on. It was utterly frustrating that he couldn't remember a thing about himself or anything about this strange place.

Martha gathered a drab outfit with a cloak and dropped it on the bed in front of Loki, then turned to the door. "Someone must have been bitten." She spoke calmly and with no fear.

Outside the room, there was the sound of a battle going on.

"You desire I wear these drab garments?"

"If you wish to survive in this place, you will wear the things that are better protection." Martha glanced at him. "Use the cloak as a shield. Wrap yourself up so that no bare skin is showing."

Loki sighed, grabbing the clothes, utterly disgusted at the lack of colour, but put them on anyway, never taking off the jewels - not feeling that he could ever. They were a part of who he was, but they remained hidden under the cloak - as did anything else important to who he was.

There was a short, sharp scream from outside the door - and then silence.

Loki stiffened in alarm not sure what more they could do, quickly grabbing a sword despite his protesting broken ribs.

Martha stepped over to the door and cautiously opened it. One of the guards who Aradia had had with her was on the floor, blood dripping out of his mouth, a long gash in his abdomen. Aradia was standing over him with a bloodied sword.

"My word! What a disgusting sight of brutality."

Aradia turned to him with raised eyebrows. "You don't really think that this is a time for pleasant, nice things, do you? War is brutal." As she spoke, the body was removed.

"I may have no clue who I may be, but I don't desire to be a brute in any state or form. I won't run from a fight, however."

Aradia just looked at him. "Would you prefer to be attacked while you're wounded? The creature was heading for this room."

"Why would it come for me?"

"Perhaps someone knows something about you that you do not rememer," Aradia suggested.

"I suppose you may be correct, but what could I have done to warrent such disrespect?"

Aradia frowned. "Perhaps it's not a case of what you've done, but of who you are. Still, it would be best to stay inside the castle for the time being."

"How could they know who I am when I don't even know who I am?"

"Do you remember anything?"

"Nay, nothing..."

Aradia put her head on one side, thinking. "Your attitude is like one of the noble-born, but you have the appearance and bearing of a warrior."

Loki just looked at the woman, still grasping onto the sword - but his head began to pound, getting dizzy, nearly swooning.

Aradia moved forward instantly and took the sword from Loki's grasp, looking over at the healer. "Martha."

The woman stepped forward, placing her hands on Loki's chest, beginning to heal him with magic.

Loki watched his wounds healed by the magic, confused. "What? How did you fix my wounds?"

Aradia frowned. "You have not seen magic used before? It exists in abundance here."

"I...I don't remember."

"You need to rest."

"I need to rest...Yes...I feel dizzy."

Aradia stepped away from the bed, glancing at Martha. She didn't say anything, though, and left the room.

Loki sat down on the bed, looking utterly confused, unable to remember what or who he truly was.

"You should rest now," Martha told him.

"I...Do you know whom I am?"

Martha shook her head. "I'm afraid not. But perhaps you will be able to regain those memories."

Loki lay down on the bed once again, obviously confused. "I wish I did know anything to know why I am targeted."

"You need to rest."

"I need to know the truth."

"Which you cannot do while you are weak." The old woman folded her arms. "You were told to rest."

"You can't make me rest and remain in here," Loki challenged, knowing he was challenging their authority.

"What would you prefer to do? Go out there, at the mercy of the creatures with their blood lust?" Aradia had returned with extra blankets and a flask of water, in time to hear Loki's comment.

"You assume women may order me about?"

"I think that, if you go out there as you are, you will soon find yourself dead or infected," Aradia replied bluntly. "You are not a prisoner here, but I do not like unncessary loss of life."

"You can't make me stay here and make me obey you."

Aradia put the blankets down and folded her arms across her chest. "Do you have any idea of where you're going? Or how to get back to where you came from?"

"No, but I desire to find out and I want to know now."

"You need to rest," Aradia said, her voice growing sterner.

Loki just ignored the woman, stalking towards the door, grabbing a sword. "Nay, I will not."

Aradia shifted, moving to block his way.

"Stand aside, woman...You can't control me!"

Aradia's hand snaked out, easily hitting Loki's arm and disarming him.

Loki growled, getting annoyed that she had done that, still weakened; but the boy wasn't in the mood to be stopped.

"I'm giving you one last chance to stand back," Aradia said ominously.

"Or what?"

Aradia stepped closer to him. "Or you won't like the consequences."

Loki's blue eyes hardened and he raised his hands in defense, backing up a little before he took a swing at her, obviously a fighter.

Aradia ducked under the swing, then grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards her and probably off balance.

Loki was taken off his balance with a slight yelp.

Aradia took advantage of that to land a fairly hard swat to the seat of his trousers.

"Owww! How DARE you?"

"I warned you," Aradia pointed out. "Going out there is stupid and dangerous as it is right now. If you can't put up a fight against me, what chance do you have?"

"You have no right to spank me, woman!"

Martha stirred and opened her mouth to speak - but Aradia looked at her and gave a sharp shake of her head. Then, she looked at Loki. "You have no memories of who you are. How do you know I have no rights?"

"Because you have none to spank me."

Aradia shrugged. "I'd rather do that than have you go outside and get yourself killed. Besides, I didn't spank you - I just swatted you."

"No woman has the right to touch me in such a manner."

Aradia raised her eyebrows. "No woman does? So if I was a man, you would not be acting defiantly and disregarding your own safety?"

"Nay, I would - but women have no sway over me. Why should I listen to a woman when none obviously desire me?"

"You have no memories of who you are, and yet you claim no woman desires you? Why do you believe that?"

"Did you find me with a woman or with a ring?"

"That does not necessarily mean anything. There is no reason why a woman would not desire you. You are hardly unattractive." Aradia paused and then added, with some humour, "At least when your mouth is closed."

Loki just turned away from her, annoyed, with a pout, sitting back on the bed. "If I am missing, one must be searching for me."

"You need to worry about resting for right now."

"Mean woman..."

"Mean because I am concerned about your safety when you clearly are not?"

"Suit yourself."

Aradia shook her head. "I will leave you to rest. When you wake, food will be brought for you."

Loki said nothing, letting her leave, lying down on the bed, his eyes closed; only to have images wash into his mind, uncertain as to what they meant. A large palace surrounded him; magic filled him and other strange images - he had no idea on what they were.

Martha busied herself with work around the room.