Welcome to you and thank you for your interest in reading one of my crowned jewel stories "Stockholm." Why did I select such a bizarre title for this story featuring Loki and Jane? Does the story take place in Stockholm (never been there)? Nope. Is there some underlying purpose to the name? You betcha!

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Our story picks up at the end of "Thor" film as Loki is falling through the starry cosmos.

Prologue

Light. Thousands upon thousands of lights, unable to be counted in this moment.

Pain. Pain piercing every limb and fiber.

Agony. Heartbroken and betrayed.

Family. Where did he belong?

Darkness. Where would he fall?

Air. No breath to be-had.

Loki, the fallen son of Odin Allfather allowed the wormhole in time and space to steer his course. He had no control over where his fall would drop him; if anywhere.

Who cared where he fell? There was nothing to live for anymore.

And so he closed his eyes and awaited his doom.

South Lake Tahoe - California

The gorgeous and large lake that separated the states of Nevada and California lay dormant under the protection of the moon above it.

The chill in the air had chased boaters inside and even formed a razor thin ice shield to protect the wildlife within it.

A lone United States Coast Guard boat was floating across the surface on patrol. On board the small yacht, Officer Luke Kenton was guiding the boat down the south shore near the Heavenly Ski Resort and shopping areas. The snow makers were busy blowing snow on the mountain to get it ready for skiers to arrive over the upcoming weekend.

That is why the Coast Guard wanted him out there, simply to make sure that if anyone got stranded, he would be able to rescue them.

Luke believed that this was hazing from the other officers. He had just transferred to the Tahoe Station a couple weeks ago. Being that he was fresh out of the academy, this would be an easy post.

But the hazing was still not tolerable yet. Now he would suffer out here in the dead of night cold.

Something caught his attention. It was a beam of light, almost like a shooting star and it was coming down quite low. It looked like it was going to crash nearby.

What could be falling from the sky at such an alarming rate.

"Central station," he called into the radio. "This is Marine Patrol One."

"Go ahead Marine Patrol One," the voice of Shelley the dispatcher came back in reply.

"Yeah, I just saw something crash into the water," he told her.

"What? Like a car?"

"I don't know," Luke replied. "Going to investigate now. Send back up to the South Shore Station."

"Ten-four," Shelley's voice answered.

Luke put it into gear and the boat drove toward where the ripples were coming from whatever had crashed into the lake.

It looked too small to be a car, but he was pretty far away.

Maybe tonight was not going to be so boring after all.

He reached the spot where the waves had been originating, but he did not see any bubbles or debris from whatever had landed in the water.

Had he been seeing things? What had crashed?

Luke grabbed a flashlight and stared shining it down onto the dark crystal water to see if he could see anything.

Nothing.

Oh great, he thought. Now he was going to hear it from the guys now. They would be razzing him for weeks about him seeing a shooting star crashing into the lake and not finding a thing.

Suddenly, there were a couple of bubbles that popped on the surface.

This looked a terrible cliche out of a film. The lonely sailor checks a suspicious scene in the middle of the night in an empty lake.

Usually then, they were eaten by a mechanical killer shark.

"Oh what am I doing?" he finally admitted defeat and was about to stand up.

Suddenly glowing red circles appeared underneath the water's surface. Black irises appeared to be staring right at him.

"What the..." he staid.

Then a splash came from the water, grabbed him by his jacket lapels, and he was pulled into the freezing darkness.

Then the darkness took him.

The water returned to stillness and calm around the small floating vessel.

A hand reached up for the deck of the boat followed by another hand, grabbing onto the ladder railing.

The person pulled themselves out of the water, taking in a deep inhale of cold breath, millions of needles piercing the inside of his throat and chest as the oxygen slid down.

His muscles ached, but with every fiber of strength, they pulled themselves out of the fridged abyss onto the flat surface of the vessel.

It took a great amount of effort with the long cape and layers of armor and leather that were now thoroughly saturated in water.

Finally, he was out of the water and collapsed upon the deck.

Loki rolled onto his back, shivering and chattering uncontrollably as he worked to gain his strength back. You would think being a Frost Giant, he would be able to resist the cold water for longer than he had been submerged.

His hands did begin to start warming up; with a little help from his magic, and he looked up at the sky above him.

There was a large moon in a sliver of the reflection of the sun that supplied light to this world.

Primitive watercraft. Moon and star constellations. Simple life forms.

Loki started to chuckle when he realized where he was. The laughter got loud and obnoxious even to him.

He was on Midgard.

What a better place to be than nowhere at all?

Climbing back to his feet, Loki began to hear a device by the steering mechanism that was calling for an Officer Kenton to answer.

"Luke," the female voice said. "Officer Kenton, come back..."

Loki took the device, pushed the button, and spoke into the speaker.

"This is Officer Kenton," he answered the voice. "Nothing out here. False alarm."

"Ten-four Officer Kenton," the woman replied. "Continue with patrol."

"Actually I fell in the lake," Loki lied, but did not lie. "Freezing cold out here. Going to return to warm up."

"Ten-four," the voice said back to him. "See you back at base."

He turned the key on the boat, slowly figured out how to drive it, and steered it toward the point where he saw a glowing light in the distance.

Once the boat was docked, Loki proceeded on shore and walked up the dock staircase.

From the memories he was able to absorb from the human who was now floating amongst the cold waves and ice, there was a cabin nearby where he would get warm and cloak himself in the attire of the human race.

It would keep him concealed.

He needed to blend in if he was going to accomplish his ultimate goal.

Find unlimited power so to enslave this pathetic race of mortals and destroy the object of his rage. The one person who had stolen everything from him.

His home. His family. His power.

It was all because of her.

Jane Foster would be the one who would die at his hands.

How is that for an opening? Loki made it to Earth and he has thoughts of ending Jane's life. Remember to read, share, and review. I look forward to your questions and inspiring thoughts.