Simply had to write this. I've found some good Loki/OC stories out there, but let me tell you, not nearly enough! Please enjoy, feel free to review!

This is written after the events of the movie Thor which I have not seen. I fell in love with Avenger's Loki and read up on Thor and wrote this literally from the point that Loki fell from Asgard.

A/N: I gave Loki a lot of different powers I read that he had, like shape shifting and being able to move things with his mind. I know some of them weren't in the movies but The God Loki had them so that was my basis. Anything you see I do wrong please feel free to bring it to my attention because I haven't actually seen Thor, I just fell in love with Loki from Avengers!

LOKI IN SPACE:

Loki was floating, he knew that much. There was no time, there was no place. He was alone in a black abyss. The stars twinkled mockingly as he passed them. They had their own home in the sky, the glared at him ruefully. He burned from the inside out as the deep cold belly of space curled around him, threatening to engulf him. He seared with an aching desire for revenge, for glory, he hungered for it.

Hours passed, maybe even days or weeks. Time held no place here. Loki did not know how long he drifted in the abysmal darkness. Who knew how long he could survive like this?

He drifted onwards.

His mind was dull and sluggish, lingering over his ruined plans. When he sought to sit upon a castle in the sky this was not what he had in mind. He looked again at the stars and he envied them. They had their place, they were eternal, they would stay there forever until their light burned out and then they would blaze across the heavens.

Where do I belong? He mused silently to himself. Where is my place in this world?

And the overwhelming desire for an answer struck him so deeply inside that he wanted to weep, for he did not know.

Loki's thoughts ran deep and dark, as he pondered over where was his place in this world. Suddenly the blackness began to spin around him.

Is this death?

The world raced around him and the darkness overtook him. Loki was helpless against it, but even if he weren't he doubted he would have done much to stop it. He succumbed to a daze as he began crashing down, being pulled towards something. All of a sudden a blazing wave of heat engulfed the frost giant and he felt himself weakening.

Let this be it then, he thought bitterly. The heat was intense and he felt as though he were being zapped with tiny electrodes as it overcame him. The world spun on and he closed his eyes to its weary ways.

Earth

The first time she saw him it was night time and that might have been why she didn't immediately get frightened of him. She hadn't known it at the time, she hadn't had any reason to think if, but if she could have seen him in the light of day she would have run. If she could have seen the weird getup he was in and taken in all the teeny tiny details about him that clearly made him not of this world and foreign she would have realized how much danger she was in just by looking at him.

He was tall, not overwhelmingly so but taller than her; when she stood next to him she found herself eye level with his chest and had to look up to see his face properly.

That night, after he "landed" (she guessed that would be the proper way to describe it) she had been the one to approach him. She still wished she hadn't.

He was white, she could see that even in the dark and she could tell he was wearing some weird costume. It almost looked like a leather shell and then a green and black leather duster that went down to his feet, but she couldn't see well… was he in a trench coat?

He was on his back and she could see the smoke coming off of him, she could see the blackened ground under him. It looked like he had quite literally smoked the earth…

She was too nervous to speak and almost too scared to breath but some kind of internal lever was pushing her forward. Her sneakers crunched softly on the dry crusted ground beneath her feet and she approached cautiously. Something in the back of her mind was going off… hadn't she read somewhere that this had happened recently? She knew that a man had appeared on Earth just like this, crashing to the surface. She remembered reading that there was a big commotion over it not too long ago and that some scientist or something and her team had come across some big burly guy who claimed to be a God. Then days after his arrival something else came, something dangerous. She remembered reading about people being injured in an attack and the so called God saving them and others had come down from the sky with him. The details of the story were hazy and her mind was racing, she couldn't remember everything only that they had all come from the same place and that some of them were good and some of them were bad… so which one was this guy? Her heart raced in her chest, it was beating her up from the inside.

In one swift motion it struck her like a ton of bricks that she was alone out here, by herself and that he could kill her and no one would know.

She had crept up to his prone form but she had come as far as she was willing to go. He was laid out with his legs bent, and his eyes closed. Small ringlets of steam and smoke rose off of him, and off of the ground under him. If not for those it would have appeared he was sleeping.

She bit her lip in sheer indecision. Was his hair black or just burnt?

Fifty percent chance he's good, she thought sourly.

Amedea took another step forward and it was the magical step apparently.

Piercing green eyes shot open, their gaze forced upwards. Amedea didn't know it at the time but he possessed the most startling set of emerald eyes she had ever seen. At the time, in the darkness, he had just scared the hell out of her. All at once this unanimated figure came to life. His lean back arched off of the scorched Earth and he gasped for breath shuddering low in his lungs. His lifeless limbs awakened and his limp fingers clawed the Earth trying to find some sort of grip in the dry, burnt dirt.

She was too close, she needed to run. If he was friendly she didn't know, she kind of doubted it by now.

Emerald green eyes turned on her and her heart stopped. His face, which moments ago had been motionless turned to one of surprise. She thought she had more time, she thought a landing like that would leave someone wobbly on their feet.

She was wrong.

He sprang to life all at once, collecting himself. His body lifted from the ground as if it were being controlled by some other force. At first she thought he was floating and he did indeed dangle in the air for a moment before setting himself down on the ground gingerly. He looked her over and his face of surprise turned into a sneer.

A single, white pale hand came up from his side and he reached out toward her, she flew forward. She was so utterly terrified she forgot to scream.

She thought she was going to fly into him but he stopped her once she was barley a foot away.

"Sniveling cur," He hissed at her, "what land is this?"

She looked at him, this was the first time she so his eyes. They shined in his head, large and deep. It soothed her enough to answer.

"Earth."

He made a nose of disgust mostly to himself and the invisible force that was holding her released her so suddenly that she fell backwards onto her backside.

He seemed really angry. She wanted so badly to run but she just couldn't move.

He screamed up at the sky enraged, shrieking almost. Her heart scurried out of her chest and buried itself deep in her stomach, somewhere behind her spleen.

In one furious motion he turned back to her, the gravel crunching under his boots. He came towards her.

"How did I come to be here?"

Her eyebrows crinkled. How the hell did she know?

"Do you not know?... Can you speak odious welch!"

"I don't know!" She snapped slightly he was scaring her and she was rapidly establishing that he was not friendly.

He hissed at her. In her nervousness she began to ramble.

"You fell from the sky, I was out here, reading on my porch and you literally just fell out!"

All Loki knew was that he wasn't dead. All he knew was that someone or something had brought him here and he didn't care for it at all.

He took in his surroundings. Had this been what it had been like for Thor? Loki realized he rarely got anything he ever asked for. He asked for death and for some reason he was given Midgard instead.

"Disgusting."

He sneered at no one and everything all at once.

What good was a world of Midgardians… he should kill them. Kill her. Why was he always denied everything he wanted?

In a thoughtless and furious move Loki summoned a ball of pure energy into his palms. He looked down at the woman on the Earth. He wanted to snub her out and forget about her. How dare she spy on him, a God, while he lay indisposed. She had seen him when he was vulnerable and for this he would destroy her. He wanted to feel the power of being in control once more and with this in mind he released the ball aimed at her.

Amedea saw his face of anger and disgust, she saw the ball of blinding light form in his hand and she didn't think it was a welcome present.

In that last moment as the ball grew larger as it came at her all she could think about was that she should of stayed in the house.

The ball came at her and instinctively she threw her arms over her head and turned away from it, expecting death.

The ball came at her and Loki watched in mild amazement as it sizzled harmlessly out of existence mere moments before it made contact with its target.

The girl saw none of this. She had seemed scared had she done this?

Loki fired at her again, and again the ball fizzled away to nothing before it reached her. He fired two more balls at her, one after the other and again they disappeared.

"What are you?"

He stomped toward her and the girl uncovered her eyes realizing she was unharmed. Had he changed his mind?

He came up directly towards her and the invisible force which he had controlled her with before took hold of her again. Instantly she off of the ground and this time he brought her even closer.

"Tell me what you are!"

"I'm Amedea! I live here!"

Loki's hand summoned another energy ball and this time, as the girl floated helplessly in front of him, he brought up his hand directly to her face, seeking to disfigure her.

She squirmed in his invisible grasp trying to escape. She could literally smell the heat coming off of his hand she wanted desperately to wake up in her bed, or to be anywhere else but a nagging pit in the bottom of her stomach told her this was all real and this man…God… evil thing meant to hurt her.

Loki could see the fear written clearly on her face and for a reason he couldn't quite connect with he felt pity for her. Nevertheless he must know why he could not harm a mere Midgardian. He brought the ball to her face and watched again in muted amazement as it extinguished itself before he could do her any real harm. The girl for her part looked equally amazed.

"A-a-are you doing that?"

"Does it look like I'm doing it!" He seethed.

Loki had had enough, he dropped her harshly to the ground with a resounding thud, with a grunt of disgust Loki launched himself into the sky and took off leaving the bewildered girl on the ground.

He must get to the bottom of this.