Hey all! This is the first chapter in the Unnamed series, a frostiron based fanfic. I have a long story mapped out for you guys, and I'll try to get chapters updated at least once every 2 weeks, if not more depending on how the inspiration flows. WARNING- This is loki central, and there will be a few original characters as well as marvel and classic norse characters appearing in this fanfic. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to share, since this is my first fanfic I'm publishing.

Enjoy!

Loki's life was pretty good. Not what you were expecting right? But it was true.

Loki pondered this thought as he drove with the windows open, music blaring, down the dirt road that led to the stables just outside the city's limits. He liked to get away from time to time to visit his faithful companion Sleipnir. Sleipnir was the huge stallion Loki had raised since he was a foal, after he found the foal wandering his family's estate as a boy. Knowing his father wouldn't approve, Loki hid Sleipnir and raised him in secret on the outskirts of the estate until Odin found them out and had Sleipnir sent away. It took Loki much pleading and begging and a few crying sessions with Frigga before Odin reluctantly agreed that Sleipnir could return, but only after making Loki promise to take part in horse competitions, so as to prove the worth of the unwanted horse. Loki, desperate to keep his faithful companion (it was hard having many friends when the only people brave enough to approach you are those who were approved by your older brother), obliged, and went on to win nationals in the Hunter- Jumper portion of the U.S. Horse show multiple years. Now past the years of competition, Loki had Sleipnir situated at a small stable house outside the city near his college, where he could visit him and ride whenever he liked.

That was one of the first big fights Loki had with his father growing up, and it would certainly not be the last of his family troubles. How far he had come since then.

"You ok Loki?"

Loki was shaken out of his trance, not even realizing that he had pulled up and parked his car. He turned to face the voice and found the smiling face of Erik Selvig looking down at him through the window. Erik had been a family friend for years, and was actually a genius who decided to keep to himself in the country side outside the city. Loki had struck up a deal with him to allow Sleipnir to stay under his care in exchange for help with his little astrology project. Loki, while not very knowledgeable about astrology, had access to telescopes and other equipment from the school, and was more than happy to stay up with Erik and help collect data when he needed help. Erik always had a calming sense about him, with a twinkle in his eye from the stars he loved so much. He had a niece whom Loki had never met, Janie or something, who was attending Loki's college as a freshman in the fall. Loki enjoyed Erik's company, because while Erik had lots of wonderful advice to give, he was still on the quieter side, and Loki liked that.

"I'm fine Erik, just… thinking" Loki smiled as he rolled up the windows and got out of his 2005 black nisson altima. It was a hunk of junk, but Loki had refused to get help from his parents and wanted to earn it himself. Odin wanted to get him a nicer car, and put his name on the deed (so he could have the power to take it away no doubt) but Loki would have none of that, and even refused the brand new green corvette his father presented to him on his 16th birthday. Using money he had saved from many summers of working theatre camps and waiting tables for months, he bought the old rust bucket (affectionately named Nari, after one of his favorite norse myths) and it was Loki's name on the deed, not his father's, and he was very proud of that. It was another moment where Loki stood up to his parents and gained some sense of independence from his family.

"Pretty deep in thought there kid, anything in particular?" Erik asked as he bent over to pick up the basket of grain he had been carrying.

"Not really," Loki turned and looked out at the fields around him "just… looking back on the past. Realizing how much I've changed since coming here"

"Well, you've been here about a year now, I would hope you had changed. Neufalms is not Washington, and it certainly isn't England."

This was true. Loki and Thor were raised in England until just before Loki started High School (Thor was two years older but only one grade up. He had to repeat 2nd year after having difficulty with math), before Odin secured his job as a political advisor in Washington and uprooted the family. D.C. was an abrupt change for Loki, who was used to the streets of rainy London, and the Ashdown forest near his family's estate in South East England, which was the site of Winnie The Pooh, Loki's favorite children story.

D.C. was nice, but Loki did not care for the people. They were loud, rude, and inconsiderate of those in search of peace and quiet. At least, the people Thor brought home were. After leaving behind his best friend Sigyn in England, Loki retreated into himself, only interacting with those that he absolutely had to interact with. Unfortunately for him, that meant Thor and his rowdy bunch of football player friends, who would not leave him be. When Loki found the oppertunity to move to the small town of Neufalms in the countryside of Pennsylvania, he jumped at the chance.

Loki had been at Val Hall University for a year, and was about to start his sophomore year. After he graduated high school, his mother Frigga had an empty nest and decided to travel abroad. Sometimes Odin accompanied her, sometimes he didn't, but when he was in town though, he never bothered to check up on Loki or his older brother Thor, who was attending A.S. Guard College across the country. Thus leading to Loki staying in his dorm over the summer and breaks, opting to take summer courses and not fly out to meet with Frigga, Thor, and Odin for holidays in whatever exotic place Frigga had chosen. He realized he didn't miss his family much, even Frigga (whom he was always a little very attached to) , because Loki flourished on his own. He was able to move about and act without worry of his brother causing him trouble, or without his father trying to control his every move. With the exception of the few people at V University who attended the same high school as Loki, he was rather unknown, and he liked it.

Loki turned back to Erik and smiled. "I think I'll take the long trail today Erik, mind if I go on and saddle up?"

"Sure thing Loki. Ol' Sleip's doing fine. Getting frisky lately, I think he missed you" Erik started to walk towards the stables.

"Well, I have been pretty busy Erik, you know that." Loki trailed behind for a minute Erik but jogged ahead when he heard Sleipnir's whinny. He ran over to the black horse and stroked his nose while pressing his forehead against Sleipnir's dark neck. "I missed you to buddy" Loki murmured as he fed his friend a sugar cube from his pocket.

Within minutes he was saddled up and headed out onto the trail. Loki nudged Sleipnir into a galloped and jumped over hurdles, his long black hair coming out of the pony tail he had it in. After a few minutes of exhilarating freedom, Loki slowed Sleipnir down to a trot and looked around at the trees that were already starting to turn a little gold. A bit early for the end of august, but the seasons were strange in Neufalms, and Loki adored seeing nature make its natural changes.

He and Sleipnir came to a stop at the top of a hill and Loki sighed, looking out at the forest at the edge of the fields, glancing out at the highway that you could just barely see beyond the trees.

His life was good, all things considered. He was happy away from his family, his first year of college was challenging but wonderful (he passed with a 3.75 GPA) , his summer was busy and productive (he got most of his core classes out of the way and secured a good job at the local diner) and now he was excited for the new year. The future looked bright. He had a job he liked, a great roommate, a new girlfriend that kept him happy, and even a few friends. His life was good.

Can't be too much longer before the shit hits the fan right?

Thanks so much for reading! Comments and Questions greatly appreciated!