Hey guys, just a little Loki/OC fic I've had in my head!

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Loki, what you have done is a disgrace to the kingdom. You have gone against everything we value, everything we are to protect! Therefore, I hereby banish you to Midgard until you can prove yourself worthy of Asgard. Prove that you have more than disdain in your heart, and you can return.

The scene replayed itself in Loki's head constantly. He had to prove himself via these…apes? He sat in the living room of the apartment he'd chosen to reside in, invisible to all but himself. Luckily he still had his magic. It came in handy when he landed somewhere in the New Mexican desert, and he'd needed to transport himself to New York, the city he was most familiar with.

He'd decided to remain invisible, unwilling to deal with the mortal toils that were bound to plague him if he were to be seen. He sighed. This mortal body he'd been cursed with tired out so quickly. He could feel the muscles in his legs becoming sore, and the pit of his stomach began to hurt from hunger, and his mouth was cottony.

He looked around and saw nothing but apartment complexs, buildings, and the few people who were up walking the streets—the faint glow of the sun in the east let him know it was morning. That would explain why the streets, which teemed with life before, were now practically empty.

"Excuse me." He looked over at the young woman who was running, narrowly avoiding a collision as he turned to gaze at her. He froze. She could see him? He watched her as she looked back and stopped running. She stared in the spot where he was standing, a confused expression clouding her gaze.

Loki felt her eyes boring into him, and he was certain that she could see him. She made her way to him, standing in the exact spot where they'd almost crashed. She paused, and looked over at him from the corner of her eye.

She inhaled sharply, and looked at him straight on and then again from the corner of her eye. Loki stood frozen, unsure what the strange mortal woman was doing.

"Why can I only see you from the corner of my eye?" The woman stood still, glancing at him from the corners of her eyes, never moving.

Loki didn't know if he should respond. He'd never been in a situation like this. No one had ever been able to see him before.

After a moment of no reply from Loki the woman blinked a few times. "You're still there, so I know you're real. Why can't I see you head on?" Loki noted her persistence, and it annoyed him. Why did it matter to her? Why didn't she just keep on running?

"You shouldn't be able to see me at all, mortal." Loki said, emphasizing the word mortal the end, classifying his rank not only over her, but over every one of the realm.

"I…uh…right." The young lady stammered, and ran off, not looking back in the direction of the strange invisible man.

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Charlotte couldn't focus on her running that morning. No, the iron-and-metal clad man who appeared only out of the corner of her eye was her main focus. She tried to remember what his face looked like, what his voice sounded like, but all that she remembered was the medieval outfit and harsh words. Mortal? Does that mean he's immortal? The thoughts were ever present in her mind, and she looked out of the corner of her eye to see if she ever saw him again.

"I'm going insane, yes, that's it. I'm insane." Charlotte tried to convince herself while getting dressed for work. "Normal people do NOT see invisible men…what am I saying! Invisible men don't even exist!" She stared in the mirror she was using to get ready. "Normal people also don't have conversations with themselves, Charlotte!"

She stopped herself from further conversing with the mirror out of fear that it may in fact respond, unsure of her mental state.

That's when she heard the laughter. She was the only one here, right? She felt the odd urge to cover her mostly-naked body, and did so by getting dressed faster than normal.

She grabbed her things and went to catch the subway that took her close to work, trying to forget the morning and her experiences thus far.

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It was a last minute decision for Loki to follow the odd woman, and it was one he wouldn't have normally made, but he had to know how she could see him and how to stop it…there was no use in causing trouble if you could be caught by such an inferior force as a human.

Loki followed along-side the woman as she ran, seeing if she would notice him again. Suddenly she stopped and let herself into an apartment complex that looked somewhere in between comforting and falling apart.

He thought for a second about what to do, and as she shut the door behind him he reappeared in her apartment where she was changing into a new outfit. Loki, without apparent interest, watched the young girl, and noted her looks in case he needed to identify her.

She was skinny, perhaps too skinny for his liking, if he'd had a liking for Midgardians. This, in his opinion, was made worse by the fact that she was short, maybe not even reaching the five foot, four inch mark. She was pale despite her time outside running, which was set off with gruesome lines of ivory and porcelain. To Loki, he hair was a very ugly color, and much too long. It was orange and trailed its way down her back until stopping slightly below her waist.

He froze when she looked in his direction, sure that she could see him.

She looked away and mumbled something about how she was positive she was going insane. He also caught her name…Charlotte, was it? Odd that she was talking to her mirror—was this a Midgardian tradition? He laughed at the idea of speaking to oneself.

It happened again. She was staring right at him. How could she be staring at me like that without seeing me? Did she hear me? Loki thought. He noted how quickly she got dressed, and then soon after grabbed a bag and left. He took the opportunity to…learn…how mortals lived…

He did so by continuing to follow Charlotte, his tour guide of sorts.

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