Loki stood alone in the hallway awaiting his trial. The rusty chain around his neck descended to his hands, where they wrapped around his wrists before reaching the ground. He shook his head, trying to relieve an itch on the nape of his neck. Je had been waiting for about 15 minutes for the guards to return and start his trail. being outside inside the palace was a nice change than being inside the dungeon walls. Here he could get fresh air and not have walls keep him inside a small box, but the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen to him lingered on inside his mind. Loki knew that if he was found guilty he wouldn't go back to the dungeons but be exiled for a long period of time. IF he was found innocent of his crimes, he would be let alone. However, to him, the idea of being let go was incomprehensible. So, he didn't think of the possibility of life inside Asgard's city walls .

Loki looked at the marbled flooring beneath him and sighed, "What have I done?"

He pondered over his actions that he had committed that lead him to the situation that he was in. What have I done wrong? Loki thought. He came after me, he angered me. My actions were justified. I didn't have a choice but to attack him. It was an accident after all.

Loki tore himself away from his thoughts, and shoot his head up as he heard the synchronized marching of 2 guards marching toward him. One was tall and very masculine, the other was shorter than the other, but still very masculine, as guards should be. They both knelt to the ground undoing the hook that held Loki in place. Each guard took hold of Loki's arms, and were about to march Loki to his trial when a booming voice startled them.

"Stop, wait." Came the voice. It was Thor running over to the gave his brother a quick look before looking back down at his feet. Thor slowed his pace as he got nearer."Loki….I…"

"You don't have to say anything Thor." He said quietly and calmly. His voice almost breaking. "I committed that crime and I should be punished."

"No. I saw what happened, and I can tell father-"

"Don't." Loki said he looked up at his brother, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I dont want you to get sent away while... y'know." Loki tried to chuckle but he could bring himself to it. He gave one last sad look before the large oak doors opened to the courtroom, and Loki was lead into the room.

The chains dragged across the marble floor, creating a screating like noise that echoed throughout the long chambers. Odin sat at the other end of the hall, looking down at Loki in utter disgust and hatred. He had never truly loved his second born.

Loki dared not look at his fathers cold stare, so she looked down at his shuffling feet that kept moving forward, even though his body and mind screamed for him to turn back. But what was he to do about it? Nothing. The guards pulled back on the chain with a great force, causing Loki to choke. He was forced to stop mid-step, about thirty feet away from Odin. Odin slowly stood, using his golden staff to help him get to his feet. Once to his feet, he used his staff to rest against. Odin was aging fast, and it seemed to be obvious to Loki that within the next several hundred years that we would be dead. But everyone else seemed to be oblivious to that fact.

"Do you not know your actions that brought you here today?" Odin bellowed. Loki didn't answer, he continued to gaze at the marble flooring. "You will look at me when I am talking!" Odin hollered.

Loki shot his head up and looked Odin dead in the eye." Yes All Father. And yes, I do know my actions. However All Father, I find my actions to be justified. I was only trying to defend myself. He taunted me, father, calling me names, and he wouldn't stop." Loki argued. "I do not think that all this is entirely necessary."

"You killed a man Loki, a guard! You are a child, Loki. You got mad at that man for taunting you, as a child would. You are unfit to stay here on Asgard."

"But father-" He pleaded

"No Loki. You killed a man. You don't understand the extent of that. You are a murderer. You promised to change your self-helping ways, and you have not. And your punishment is this: you must stay in Midgard, until my reign as king ends. You will be stripped of your Asgardian powers .You will be powerless. You will live, and die, on Earth and that is final."

Loki opened his mouth as if to say something, but he quickly closed his mouth, and shook his head yes and muttered, "Yes All Father." As the guards turned him to leave, Loki saw a quick glimpse of Frigga standing by, helpless to do anything. He gave her a guilty look and mouthed, "I'm sorry I could be a better son."

Frigga understood what he had mouthed, folded her hands, and mouthed "I love you, son." But Loki hadn't seen her do that. His back had been turned to her.

Loki was lead back down the courtroom to the hallway where Thor was waiting to talk to his brother.

"Loki-"

Loki said nothing and did not look back at Thor as he was passing him. He dared not say goodbye. He had always hated goodbyes. Thor stood by, helpless. He desperately wanted to help his brother, after all those times when they were children and Loki was always there to get him out of trouble. Thor remembered back to the time when Loki took the blame for setting the horses free from the stables, and the time when they played frost giant and asgardian, of course that was when they were children and neither of them knew at the time what Loki really was, but still, they had great fun. Thor watched as Loki disappeared, exiting the citadel and to the rainbow bridge. Loki turned towards his once called home, and tears started to roll down his cheek. He did not want to go. Loki desperately wanted to stay. TO show his Frigga and Thor that he could change. That he could make just as great of a king like Thor. He wanted to feel his mother's embrace one last time. He wanted to see Jane and Thor begin a family and live happily. But what was he going to do to come home? Absolutely anything. But what could he do that would make Odin listen to him, and bring him home? Absolutely nothing.

Loki decided that he would open his heart to the humans that lived on Midgard. He would let them into his cold heart and make it warm again. However, he pondered that thought. He did want to let them in, but he did not want to get bruised, or experience any misery from doing such. But Loki would try and become Human.

Loki's chains were taken off just as he was sent off. He felt a rush of wind around him before he hit the hard wet ground.
Loki groaned in pain. His leg and his hands were sore and throbbing after taking the initial impact of the fall. He landed on his legs, and one of them he could barely feel. Loki slowly sat up favoring his right leg. As he turned over he yelped in pain and grabbed his leg. After taking a few short raspy breaths, he removed his hand. His palm was warm and wet, he saw a red liquid like substance drip off his palm and leg.

I think this might be what mortals refer to as blood. Loki thought. He knew that Gods don't bleed. So to Loki, he knew that he had become mortal. He saw that the blood was coming out his leg like a small red stream, and reapplied pressure over his wound. If I still had my powers, I would just have to place my hand over my wound and I would be healed. Loki looked around his surroundings, and saw lush, green grasslands, and a small home in the middle of it all. He eyed it, how curious that a person could live in such a small place. A twig of a branch snapped, and Loki turned his head in the direction of the sound, and saw a young girl, wearing a pair of trousers, a white t-shirt and a plaid button up. Her golden hair was loosely braided to the side.

She looked calm, how strange a girl who saw this man fall from the sky, in Asgardian attire, and on the ground with his leg seeping red sticky blood between his fingers.

"Are you okay?" She asked walking over to him

"I…I….Uh." Loki removed his bloodied hand away from his wound to show the girl. "I think my leg might be injured."

"Oh my God!" The girl exclaimed running to aid Loki. The girl slowly helped Loki to his feet.

"What's your name?" Loki asked trying to spark a conversation. He had nothing else to say but that. What else was he supposed to say to a girl he had just met, but a few moments ago.

"Hannah." The girl said, her bright blue eyes looked into his bright emerald green ones. "What is your name?"

"My name is Loki." He breathed. "Loki of Asgard."