A/N-Hello everyone, this is the prologue to my Fan-fiction which takes place right after the movie 'Thor', minus the piece after the credits. Please place a comment below, opinion, criticism, anything really, as long as it's nice, or to help improve my writing. Keep watch for the actual Chapter One coming soon!
A lone figure walked in the dark outskirts of New Mexico, with civilization not far by. He had just woken up not ten minutes ago and his head ached and he had a slight limp from the impact of his landing from around an hour ago, alongside a few pieces of a rock-like substance. It was something that seemed to be a mix between crystal and stone, colored of a dead rainbow, the dull colors colliding. These colors once shone bright, and one could say they sparkled as the bridge that connected Asgard to Bifrost, the Gods' way of traveling between realms. The form of travel was destroyed by the power of the Mjolnir, a hammer of power and destruction, in order to save Jotunnheim, the realm of the Frost Giants.
The man turned his head as the sound of a truck and a pair of headlights approached. He froze in his tracks like a deer, for he did not know who, or what was approaching him. The vehicle braked, and both front doors slowly opened as two females exit from the front seats walking towards him a few steps, both looking around their mid twenties to early thirties. The one from the driver's seat had a petite build, with a bit less than average height and slightly wavy light brown hair, just past her shoulders, slightly layered and longer in the back. She had light brown eyes with her jaw line and cheekbones fine and angled. The other one from the passenger's seat had a similar build, only slightly taller. Her hair was slightly longer and darker, with more wave to it. She wore glasses over her blue/green eyes and her facial features were more soft.
He could hear the first female whispering something to the second, but he was unable to make out the conversation. They both exchanged words, seeming to be observing him merely standing there, before the first one spoke to him as if she didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"Are you from Asgard?" She asked, seeming to be cautious with her words. He paused and thought for a moment. He was unsure about which realm he was on. Saying the wrong thing could place him in a horrible position, depending upon where he was. He did have a fairly good guess at where he was, seeing how the two girls were dressed, and the technology of the truck that had brought them there. He would not answer before getting an answer from them.
"Which realm am I in?" He requested. The second female spoke out this time.
"This is Midgard." She answered. He had known of only three people from Midgar who knew of his home, thanks to his brother. He didn't know their names, but he was well aware that one of them had caused his brother to change; less ignorant, and able to see through his once thick scull. She had softened his brother up and he wasn't quite sure what he thought of that. Of course this would grant his older brother to rule Asgard, which made him envious.
He knew he was much capable of surviving in Midgard on his own, yet something told him to stick with them, possibly being able to make his brother jealous of him for once, assuming that the gate watcher would surely inform him of his actions here on Midgard. It wasn't just that which made him feel like he should stay along with the two girls; but he wasn't quite sure of what it was.
"Aye." He told them, with his own sense of caution in his voice. Just by looking at the two, he saw that they were not aware of his identity, as he was not quite positive of their own as well.
The two females' faces lit up when he had spoken, giving them the answer they had wanted to hear. His own expression, however, had stayed silent and calm as he once more looked between the two, observing both of their expressions.
"Good. We need to talk to you about some things." Said the first female. She took a few steps towards him, followed by the other. "I'm Jane Foster." She said, extending a hand to shake. The other stepped up right behind her.
"Darcy Lewis." Said the second. The pale, dark haired man, dressed in gold and bronze colored Asgardian armor, bearing a long green cape, looked down at her hand with his emerald green eyes. He was nearly a foot taller than them as he looked at them with a charming, yet almost mischievous smile grew on his thin lips, accenting his slightly high cheekbones, as he took her hand to shake it.
"I am Loki."
