Well, I'm not exactly novice to both fandoms or writing, but I am new to writing a full story of the Maleficent/Loki pair.
This idea has been playing in my head since summer, and I abandoned it until now.
I honestly never know how to start stories.
EDIT: So I decided to change the first chapter, because I like this one better, but I still kept the original one as the second, cause it fits!

Maleficent took flight, soaring above the headwinds and into the clouds, and then, she and the sky were one, The fairy's wings were gliding against the sky painted with different hues as the sunset, marking the end of another day.

Two years, nine months, and three days, she smiled. Two years, nine months, and three days that she's been reunited with her wings (not that she was counting). Oh, one with the ability to fly mustn't worry about time, not when they can take it upon themselves to fly into freedom, to have such weightless wonders pushing you forward, soar closer than any man who has only breathed the air.

Than any creature who only ever touched the Earth's ground, and chained down by such magical forces, making it the only land they'll ever walk, without ever knowing the feeling of true losing themselves in beauty unknown.

Her wings shuddered at the thought, as did her heart. She's once experienced that feeling. For over sixteen years without the gift of flight. Being grounded with those who weren't born with such power.

But pushing those dreadful thoughts aside, she continued on with her journey, exploring depths that weren't yet revealed to her while she reigned with the darkness pulling at her by the shoulders.

Maleficent felt the wind run through her soft feathers, then her long hair, before it's cold stoke caressed her entire body in a hug, then it grazed off, continuing it's never ending journey through all the realms.

The fairy twirled with the clouds, danced through the Aurora's, and touched the water as she flew.

All the things she enjoyed doing back in her youth and innocence, somehow came back to her like a vivid vision; creating waterfalls with one single flick of her hand, slinging mud back to the wallerbogs, and healing the smallest flowers if ruined.

After what seemed of years of flying, Maleficent came to a stop, and decided to rest upon a rowan tree, located on the great cliff where she had taken shelter in her younger years.

The fairy allowed herself to rest, with the scent of pine and all different types of flora running through her nostrils, and the soothing sounds of chirping coming to a stop as night fell. Closing her eyes slowly, she drifted off into her deep sleep.

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She awoke when thunder howled from the sky, and a flurry of rainbows rained onto the Moors ground, away from the the great cliff that Maleficent had rested on.

Various of the Moors' inhabitants had risen from their slumber, and the auras that they wore around their bodies when awake soon colored the Moors, as they hastily roamed around, their bodies lighting up like the fireflies that would sometimes stop by their magical land, all going towards the heart of the fairyland.

Maleficent's eyes couldn't pry away from that, due to her natural instinct to protect. Whoever made such ruckus had just disturbed the sleep of her people, as well as her own! Tomorrow, she was to meet Aurora after days of not seeing her, and she wouldn't want to engage in disoriented behavior due to lack of sleep!

As the rainbow of colors so vibrant it was unrealistic continued forcing itself upon the Earth, Maleficent stood.

She grabbed her staff, thinking she might need to strike the rainbow back to where it came from, and rose back into the air she had flowed with earlier.

She reached the Mound just as the hues started to disappear into thin air. Tightening the grip on her staff, she let her wings drop, the body of them slowly cascading down, their heaviness an advantage, since they could create strong force winds, as well as keep her on balance.

Landing in the shadows, Maleficent held her breath, not wanting to make a single sound. The other creatures now crept of behind her, awaiting to see what their leader would do next.

She gazed, and through some of the hues that were still visible, a shadow of a man appeared. He was hunched, on his heels, and his ebony hair and pale skin shone through the night, outlining the cerulean aura that the Moors was currently holding.

Maleficent took a few graceful steps forward, and the man's back was turned. He stood, and Maleficent noticed his height, taller than her own svelte figure. He was young in appearance, looked as if he was no more than just over twenty. He had a slender, yet lean built, as well as broad shoulders.

Maleficent sighed silently. This was a stranger, invading her home, and all she was observing was his frame. Not really bad to look at either, especially since most of the men she's seen before are usually going for the masculine look, or are too corpulent out of wealth (and lack of exercise. A lot are just too scrawny that won't benefit their own good.

But no matter how attractive he may seem in appearances, he was still an intruder! Sure, humans have been visiting a quite more often (especially those who are male, who are paying their respects to the protector's beauty, or are seeking wealth they won't give), but this man just appeared because of a rainbow! And at the dead of night as well.

He's disturbed their sleep, and frankly, she wasn't sure if he was even a human! By the way of his entrance, he sure didn't know how to enter like one.

'What kind of punishment should this one get?' She asked herself. Nothing too hard, neither too light. Something that should be good enough to warn him not to provoke fairies ever again.

Deciding on what to do next, she lifted her staff from the ground, and it's crystal ball started glowing in warning. Deciding to ignore it, she allowed for her aim to play out, and soon birch wood met a head with black tresses, and the body tumbled beneath her feet, and the Moors inhabitants watched in shock, but decided to let it go, and returned back to their homes to catch up with their slumber.

Golden wisps escaped her fingers, and soon, Maleficent was levitating him off the ground, mostly out of pity for having to face her wrath when he doesn't even know her.

Wait, well...of course he knows her, everyone knows her, even if it's not in the best light.

He must be magic, since that must explain why he practically just fell from the sky.

As he was floating off the ground, she took the time to study his features, so...chiseled. Oh dear lord, if her mind was to result into thoughts that would belong to her sixteen year old self, she would need to see iron to come to.

But still, she had to admit that the stranger was handsome. Deciding to leave it alone, she headed towards Aurora's castle, with the handsome stranger in tow.

I decided that Maleficent wouldn't be the type of person to mess with in the middle of the night if she just awoken her from her beauty sleep.

Anyways, thank you for reading!