Realms.
This is a word that your kind consider to be many things.
Realms, a royal domain. Realms, the sphere in which things happen. Realms, the special field or province for someone.
What I speak of is so much more. Something you couldn't even imagine within your mind. Here, on Earth, or Midgard, as it is called elsewhere, we like to pretend we're the only ones in existence. But that, my friends, is the biggest lie of them all. We are only one of nine realms, held together by Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life. Alfheim, Svartalheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim, Muspelheim, Vanaheim, Midgard, Asgard, and Jotunheim. Nine whole worlds, only one of which we have ever seen. Well, now that you know, you are curious, are you not? I cannot show you too much, for that would spoil your thirsty mind. But surely, you will allow me to tell you of Asgard, home of the Gods. Here lives a great king, Odin, and his queen, Frigga. They have two children, Loki, the prince of mischief and magic, and Laura, the princess who has not yet discovered her purpose. Both of them have secrets hovering in their shadows, but that is for you to discover. Here is where we begin.
"For Laufey!"
"For Odin!"
These were the battle cries that rang out in the cold, barren lands of Jotunheim, the land of Laufey and the Frost Giants. Odin, King of Asgard, had so hoped they wouldn't have to be said, that some treaty could be reached. Now, Asgardians and Jotuns clashed across the frozen fields. Asgardians were gaining the advantage-the battle would be ending soon. Odin, with one eye scratched and bloodied, turned and rode to the ancient Temple of the Giants. Once there, the Allfather dismounted his horse and strode inside the temple. His good eye searched the space. He had sensed something powerful here. The King paused. A wailing cry could be heard from the inner sanctum. Odin quickened his steps and passed through another icy corridor. On a pedestal on the edge of the Temple was a silk pillow, and in it was a crying baby. It had the same blue skin as its kin, and the same reddened eyes. Odin slowly approached the pedestal. He had known of no Son of Jotunheim. This child was the vessel of power he'd felt upon entering Jotunheim. Odin lifted the baby into his arms. As he held it, the child's skin melted from the rich blue to a normal flesh tone that resembled Odin's. His eyes turned a glinting, beautiful emerald. The baby smiled at Odin, as if he knew what the King was thinking. The Allfather smiled and whispered, "Loki." That was the child's name, he knew. Right then and there he decided: this Son of Laufey would become a Son of Odin. He would join Odin and Frigga's only daughter, Laura. This child wouldn't have to suffer the war-torn ways of the Frost Giants. He would forge a future alliance between Asgard and Jotunheim. Odin raised his staff and disappeared in a gold haze. He joined his armies on the edge of fallen Jotunheim, and was taken back to Asgard by the Bifrost.
So yeah, guys, this is the beginning! Stay tuned if you'd like to find out where this leads.