I do not own the character Loki, nor do I own the comics Thor or the movie Thor. I'm simply a fan writing fanfiction about one of my favorite characters Loki.

This is the movie version of Loki, because I really loved him and thought Tom Hiddleston did such an aaaaaaaaaaamazing job portraying everything about him! I do own the OC character Sophia Gyn. This is my first time posting one of my fanfics and I would greatly appreciate all the feedback you can give me to help make this story better, and more for you :). Please let me know how I can do so, aaaaaaaaand I will hopefully be posting at least one chapter a day, maybe only one chapter every other day depending on whether or not I will have to start working a lot more. My college semester is complete sooooooooo perhaps I will be able to post more frequently which will be wonderful! Anyways enjoy and I hope you really like the character of Sophia, and how I will eventually portray Loki as best as I can and as close as I can to Tom's portrayal. Yes this will be a romance, and I have quite a few twists and turns planned out if all goes well! Thank you and enjoy!

As Loki fell through the skies of Asgard, he watched the disappointed look on his fake father's face. Odin All-father had said the one thing that Loki could not bear to hear, and he knew it'd be the last word that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Of course, the rest of his life meant very little at this point, for he was sure that his end would be soon. It was the reason he let go. Knowing that the only real father he had ever had, and ever really wanted to make proud, was just the opposite of that. This destroyed him on the inside out, and he found that letting go of Gungnir, his father's spear, was the easiest decision he'd ever made.

Then nothing happened, no sudden end, no one last breath. He was simply falling through space and time. Possibly falling completely out of the minds and hearts of those he tried so desperately to achieve. Here in this moment, that felt like eternity, he was utterly and truly scared. Loki had hoped that it would be quick and painless, but now, now in this unknown free fall there was no telling what would occur. No one, at least no Asgardian, had ever traveled through this space without the use of some sort of passage. There was no BiFrost to guide his body into other realms, and there was no magical passage that he could create. His plan was to perish entirely, not to live and suffer in nothingness. It was simply space, and he could see it all around him endlessly. In this freefall he would surely go mad with deep routed thoughts that he had hoped would last for only a few seconds. This fall could take years without an oncoming destination.

And then it clicked. Of course! He needed a solid destination. If he was going to live through this, he might as well have a plan. Loki always had a plan, however devious it was, for he was the God of Mischief and in order to cause mischief there needed to be a place to do so. Here it began, the wheels turning his mind, the desire to destroy the things that people loved so dearly. What better place to cause such harm than earth. Earth. The place that his brother was once banished to. The place where his brother found love. The place where she lived.

He had to think quickly to conjure up a passage to earth from his exact spot. This would be extremely difficult to achieve since his specific location was constantly in movement. Loki only had one shot to make it happen, one shot or else he could be destroyed from being sucked into hyperspace and distorted into oblivion. This was not an option, not now. Loki pulled at his thoughts and focused on his entire being, making sure to get all of him. He did not have to say any special incantations, but simply think it. Viewing the desired outcome within, he aimed his right arm towards the direction of Earth. You can do this Loki. He thought wholeheartedly, for without fully believing there would be no point to try.

In an instant he moved his hand jutting out his palm, he formed a small ball of blue-green energy. It quickly began to spread all over his body, making him shake and vibrate with a pulsating effect as if he were being electrocuted. The passage was opening, his method was working, and soon he would be landing on earth in a much less conventional travel than the BiFrost. But it was well worth the risk, rather than falling through the atmosphere at a slower and more painful rate.

His movement began to increase, and in a matter of minutes the Earth was before him, round and massive compared to that of Asgard. Soon he would land, and soon he would begin his mischievous plot to pique the interests of those Asgardians who so obviously disapproved of his actions. Perhaps Thor would take further notice. How wonderful the idea of distorting the things his brother so easily loved. To make him suffer knowing full well that he couldn't do anything to stop it all the way in Asgard. In Asgard, where there was no way of returning to his beloved Earth. This thought made Loki smile deviously, what fun it will be turning their world upside down, and how easy to do so.

The sky opened up swallowing Loki whole, and spitting him out in the dry dirt of New Mexico. The last thing he remembered before blacking out from the impact was wishing in some small way, that he had actually died during the fall, for now there would be no stopping him.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Sophia's eyes fluttered open as delicately as butterfly wings, to the sound of her pesky alarm clock indicating her need to arise from bed. She groaned, and slowly rose up her arms into the air stretching as she went. These dreams of hers had been reoccurring for months now. The same man would be seen each night behind her eyelids as she slept. His story played out for her as if the events were really happening at the moments she dreamt. But now it was different, he was no longer in the shining halls of Asgard, for that's what the man she dreamt of named the city in which he resided. Now he was on Earth, the very planet she lived. If only she knew exactly where he had landed, some place dry and desert-like.

Could these dreams be real? She thought. Did the God of Mischief really fall to Earth? Were all these visions really happening while I slept? These thoughts invaded her waking hour as she slowly got ready for the day ahead. "Perhaps I will wait another night, just to see where he is", she proclaimed while brushing her teeth, and to no one in particular, save her fluffy black cat named Xander. He was the best and only company she ever really allowed in her house.

Sophia was the fine age of 25 and fresh out of college, in which she lived alone with her pet cat, in a quiet neighborhood in the outskirts of San Francisco, California. She loved it there, the beautiful city, beautiful ocean, somewhat friendly people, and of course the extremely expensive cost of living. But this didn't stop her from being there, for she worked in a counseling center as a Bereavement Counselor, and there would always be work for her in California. With extra work and long hours of listening to people's feelings, helping out when needed, there came costs as well as payments. The payments were obviously the financial kind, as well as a feeling of joy in fulfilling the desire to help others. The costs came from seeing people in pain. Sophia didn't like seeing people suffer, thus she began studying in the field of psychology as soon as she was able.

This was what haunted her emotionally. This man, this god Loki, was clearly in pain. She could see it in his eyes vividly whenever she laid her head to rest. Even if he wasn't real, she couldn't bear the thought of going to bed every night, only to see his face filled with anger and sorrow. Someday she would fix things for him, whether in reality or in her dreams. Someday she would make him feel whole again. It was her job to do so, and if she couldn't do it, who else would.