Breathe
Summary: Loki has fallen. Fallen right into the life of book editor Rachel Dawlish. Curious, confused and brazen, the god of mischief is going to be tested to his limits when new threats arise on Earth. Loki/OC. Post-movie.
Rating: M for adult situations, language and later chapters.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Adventure.
Author's Note: Well not much to say really here save that I saw Thor and I loved it, though as much as I love fellow Aussie Chris Hemsworth representing Australia proud in that movie I fell for - of course - the bad guy, of sorts. Really he was both a bad guy and a good guy when you think about it but haha enough before I ramble on. Anyway this is a short beginning, a simple one that will lead to bigger and better things and I hope you all enjoy. It is set after the film events.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor or anything else recognized. I merely own my OC Rachel Dawlish and the story arc. I make no profit from this fanfiction. It is made purely for entertainment.
Prologue
Darkness surrounded him. A feeling of an eternal, endless fall with the impending weight of a sudden stop hung in the air. He was alive; Loki Odin-son, the god of mischief was alive. How? He did not quite know. He only knew that he should in fact, be dead. He had let go of his father's staff; accepting that he was not worthy to live among his family after all he had done, tried to do to them, even if it was in the name of good and honest intentions.
His brother had caused the situation; Thor, the arrogant and over-confident boy within a man's body had tried to conquer the frost giants and in turn brought about so much drama and strife and revelations.
Loki knew what he was now; knew he was different to any other in Asgard; knew where his unique power came from.
When he and Thor had been hanging from the BiFrost, Loki knew what he had to do, was meant to do. Any other would hate their own sibling for causing so many problems with but a single action of disobedience.
However, he did not hate his brother who had become wise in that short time on Earth; he commended him for sacrificing his chance at ever seeing that mortal woman again in order to destroy the BiFrost.
Loki knew Thor hadn't wanted him to let go but he had failed to prove his worth to his father, prove what a leader he could be. He had wanted to prove that he could bring about the destruction of the Frost Giants, even if they were in fact, his true kind. He did not dwell on that piece of knowledge, that revelation. They were not his family. He had been born too small to be considered one of their own and would've been an outcast among them.
There was something different about him, even for the son of a Frost Giant. He craved raw power, craved strength beyond imagining. He was a danger, not only to himself but to those around him also.
And so- Loki had made the choice.
He'd let go.
He'd fallen...