Two people were standing together in the middle of the desert. The man had blonde locks of hair, and his eyes were blue and kind. The stubble on his face gave him a somewhat rugged look, but it didn't take away from his appearance. "I must go back to Asgard now." He told the girl, taking her hands in his. "But I give you my word; I will return for you." Like the gentleman he was, the prince gently lifted up her hand and placed a kiss on it. "Deal?"

The brunette girl returned the kiss – except hers was on the lips. The kiss was passionate and filled with several emotions, all the emotions she'd wanted to show him, but was too afraid to. He kissed her back with equal sincerity. It wasn't until they finally broke apart that she answered his question with a breathless "deal."

Thor looked back and saw his friends from Asgard, and then he looked back at Jane. He found that he didn't want to leave her. He wanted to remain on Midgard – er, Earth – and protect her. He knew that if he left, every moment on Asgard would be spent wanting to return.

No - leaving Jane wasn't even an option. He cared for her too much.

"My friends," Thor said. "I've changed my mind. I'm afraid I can't return with you to Asgard," he began. "I have unfinished business on Earth." He turned and smiled at Jane, who returned the smile.

"Thor, surely you can't be serious," one of the asgardians protested. "What about Loki? Who knows what he's planning, even now? You have to stop him! Bring an end to his overbearing reign!"

"When my father wakes up from the odinsleep, all will be well again! You have no reason to worry," Thor assured them, hardly lifting his eyes from gazing lovingly into Jane's.

After a bit more debating, Thor's friends finally decided to respect his wishes and let him stay, but not without many regrets. How will this play out? They were counting on him. They needed him. They exchanged apprehensive glances before the beam from the rainbow bridge lit up and took them home. . .

A person was running through the halls triumphantly, his long cape swishing behind him. His slicked back hair was as dark as midnight. He was clad in green, black, and a bit of gold. His helmet had long horns that resembled an antelope's, and he had a long spear in his hands.

"I've done it, father!" Loki announced proudly as the king awoke from the odinsleep. "I've destroyed Jotunheim, and all its inhabitants! The frost giants will never invade Asgard again!" His usual mischievous smirk was now replaced with a broad, almost foolish-looking grin. He was beaming, a child expecting praise. But his grin soon faded away as he saw Odin's angry countenance. "Are – aren't you proud of me?"

"PROUD OF YOU?!" The all-father roared. "Why would I be proud? You've killed off an entire race, destroyed a realm! Your actions were that of an arrogant fool!" the man practically spat. "You've brought much destruction and pain upon the realms, and you expect me to be proud? You are a DISGRACE!"

Loki felt himself flinch, his eyes stinging. He had thought this would make his father proud. He was going to finally be out from Thor's shadow. Never again would he see disappointment come across his father's face – instead, he would finally see love. He was going to be a hero. . .

"But-" Loki began. Perhaps he could try reasoning with his father. Perhaps Odin could at least try to see things from his point of view. Surely he would understand.

"HAHYMAGHMHHRRA!" A sound escaped Odin's throat that resembled that of a vicious animal. He jabbed an accusing finger at towards his adopted son. Loki subconsciously took a half-step backwards. He wanted to say something to try to calm Odin down, but he could tell it would only make the all-father angrier.

"You are unworthy! You have betrayed Asgard, and you've betrayed me." The king's eyes were filled with anger. A pulsing vein threatened to pop out of his forehead. Along with fury, his eyes were also willed with pain, remorse, and regret. "I take from you your power-" Loki's helmet flew off his head. Then his staff. His gold wrist bands and collar. Every magical item, everything that gave him any kind of power - It was all taken. Loki could feel himself growing weaker, as well. He was nothing more than the average mortal now . . .

"- and I cast you out!" Odin finished. "You are hereby banished from Asgard!"

A/N So, this was an experimental fic. If you don't like it, please tell me why and how I can improve in the review section. I do not own Thor, or any of its characters.