A/N – This is a story about the God of Mischeif Loki and The Goddess freyja. Events are post Thor and pre- Avengers. Side note: This is the very first story that I am posting on here, so please be kind and do enjoy :D R&R! PEACE!

Beta'd by Isaak Dietrich.

He lay peacefully in bed looking his most rested in a while. Four walls surrounded him stone, carved with detail. The sun beamed through the tall windows, hitting him on the face enough to wake him up from his deep slumber.

His eyes fluttered open, the light hitting him in the face making his eyes water slightly. He blocked the light with his hand trying to see where he was. He noticed that he was in nightclothes stripped from his armor and weapons.

He thought about all the possibilities that could had happened that would mostly probably just make anyone's head hurt.

He removed the sheet of silk covering him and pulled himself up to his feet, feeling like he hadn't walked in ages.

He picked up the dark colored robe neatly placed on the footboard and quickly draped it around his slender form. He grabbed onto the walls trying to hold himself up as he worked his way deeper into the room.

A woman stood on the balcony dressed in a flowing white gown and with a silvery sphere for a headpiece resting on her back and shoulders, her long platinum blonde hair moved with the wind.

Loki did not recognize her, well not from behind at least.

She turned around.

Her crystal blue eyes wide from seeing him; he was standing in front of her.

Loki took in the sight not sure of what he felt, he mirrored her expression; surprised.

Her skin pale, hair golden and eyes piercing blue and it did not help at all that her features were astonishing, a goddess maybe?

Knowing Loki, he quickly shook his thoughts away and grabbed at the woman flipping her over, pushing her head down the balcony.

"Where am I?" He asked demandingly in her ear.

"Loki, there is no need for this." She replied not even bothering to struggle with him.

Loki tightened his grip on her, taken a back when she said his name.

"How do you know who I am?" He asked almost shouting.

"Loki, calm down."

He turned her around, making her face him. He examined her face once more.

"Loki, do you not know who I am? Have you forgotten?"

The young Freyja with her twin brother Freyr stood side by side by their father who is Njord, Freyja holding onto her father's hand not daring to let go.

"Father, what are we doing here?" Freyr asked looking around.

"You are here to meet new friends," Their father smiled at them warmly.

Freyja held her father's hand tighter after hearing about these new friends her father spoke about.

Njord laughed softly stroking his daughter's hair, slightly kneeling to her level.

"It'll be alright." He smiled at his children.

"Promise me both that you will treat these people with kindness and respect as how we all should with everyone else,"

"Offer them our friendship father?" Freyr asked again.

"Exactly, my boy." He chuckled ruffling his son's hair.

"Njord!" a deep voice boomed through out the castle.

The three looked behind them, seeing a man, white haired with an eye patch, full armor and two little boys at his sides; one looking exactly like him and the other with a full set of ebony hair which was hardly seen by Freyja and Freyr since their people mostly had golden hair or whiter.

"Odin!" Njord stood up greeting his friend warmly leaving the children to meet for a brief moment.

Freyr looked at the two boys with a bored expression on his face.

Freyja on the other hand looked confused, not knowing what to do since she was never out of the castle let alone her room.

The two men returned to save the day standing next to their children.

"This is Thor," Odin smiled placing a hand on the blond boys shoulder. Thor just smiled kindly looking at the two specially grinning at Freyja who just froze.

"And Loki." He placed his other hand on his other son's shoulder.

Loki smiled slightly with his puppy dog forest green eyes.

"Children," Njord whispered giving his children a push.

"Hello, My name is Freyr," Freyr informed not even forming a smile.

Freyja looked at her brother gulping then laying her eyes on her father. "Come on, my child." He smiled.

She looked at Thor and Loki, remembering what her father told her earlier she pulled on a smile.

"My name is Freyja, it's nice to meet you," She said to both boys looking at them warmly but her gaze stayed on Loki since she found him so interesting.

"Freyja?" Loki asked wide eyes slightly letting his grip go off her.

"Yes, it is I…" She replied rubbing her arm.

"Am I… am I in Vanaheim?" He asked her but more to himself, wondering how he could have possibly ended up there.

Freyja just nodded.

"I know that you have a lot of questions on your mind, and they will be answered. But please let us change you into something more proper. I'm sure you famished."

Loki nodded. Not bothering to bargain and just went with it, after all he hasn't eaten in days.

Freya nodded one more time, pushing pass Loki but stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at him and oddly he was watching her leave.

"I will send the maidens with your clothes," She cracked him a warm smile; a small thing to tell him that everything is alright, sadly he did not reply to the gesture.

Loki sat back on the bed, placing his head in between his hands, working his fingers through his raven hair. Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes shaking his head anger quickly returning to his body as he recalled what happened.

A knock was heard from the door followed by a small squeak. Loki ignored this and just stayed in his state.

"Loki Odinson?" A female voice called with what seemed to be whispering behind her.

Loki rose to his feet stiffly clinching his fists.

"What was that you called me?"

To be continued...