A/N:

So, this is a Loki recovery fic that takes place just after Loki had that battle with Thor on the Bifrost and he falls into that wormhole thing, and just before the avengers.

yeah. In this, Loki is Bi, or gay, who the hell knows his sexuality? but end game will be my OC Harley and Loki. I just see so much Thorki fics out there and wanted a fic where Loki gets intimidated by his sexuality because of a completely human boy that has no relation to him what so ever. I'm not shaming Thorki fics... I's just not my kind of thing.

Saying that, this is a gay Loki fic so if it's not your cup of tea, please don't be a douche about it just click back and find the classic trope of Loki falling for a timid girl that's been written like a thousand times. But, for those that stay, I hope you enjoy! this is just a story iv'e kept in my folders for like a year and done nothing with, so I figured I might as well post it.

'You run with me
And I can cut you free
Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in'

~The Other Side ~

Harley was having a bad day. no, bad day is an understatement, his day was going so incredibly wrong that he was 90% certain it was competing in the world's top ten worst days in history. But really should he be that surprised?

Harley Brookes, 19 years old and fresh out of puberty with no idea how to live his life or even where to take it right now because what 19-year-old does? Seriously, who pulls their shit together at 19 years old. Nobody. So far, he'd been making his way pretty decently, but then today happened, and now he's sat in his car with his hands shaking, looking directly at some douche bag who fell out of the sky and crash landed on his bonnet, completely destroying the engine, and giving him something close to a major heart attack which has ultimately sent him into shock, and now this day has successfully made its way to his top five shittiest days.

The day hadn't even started well, nope. Pretty shit actually. Today was going to be the day. he was going to tell his parents about his boyfriend. Kyle. His dashingly handsome boyfriend who he'd do anything for because that's just how love works. At least he thinks that's how it works? It was an odd relationship since Kyle was a jock and Harley was an A* nerd, glasses and everything; so they were evidently going down the opposites attract route. Anyway, he'd woken from his nervous 2 hour slumber this morning, put his work clothes on, gone down stairs, made breakfast (his special, eggy bread. Which sounds disgusting, but it's the best thing in all of creation) set the table, fed Tilly (his moms cat) and impatiently sat at the table waiting for his parents to come down. Which they did, and everything was going well, dad pulled out his cliché newspaper and mom made idle chit chat by commenting on how nice it was for him to prepare a breakfast.

But then he may as well have set a bomb off. It would have had the same reaction.

Literally, all he said was 'so um, I sorta. me and Kyle. we uh sorta, date?' in his awkward, slightly to high pitched voice. Dramatic pin drop, dramatic newspaper drops, dramatic spoon plopping into cereal drop. And then hell broke loose.

You and Kyle what-?

Disgrace!

Not Right!

Break up with him this instance!

Him or us!

I will not tolerate that kind of thing in my house!

Not under this roof!

So… that went well. Not. After he had stood outside of the front door begging for them to see things the way he saw things, to accept him for who he is and that he loves Kyle and that wouldn't change just because they disapproved. Then he got angry and marched away fuming, he would have flicked his hair over his shoulder to show what he thought of them if his hair had been long enough, but it wasn't so he settled for flipping them off and jumping into his car to go to work. But as soon as he tried to start it up the engine coughed and spluttered, refusing to start. apparently even his car thought he was a disgrace. So, like any sane human being would do he went to catch the bus that stopped a little way down the road having little to no time to try and figure out what his cars problem was.

It happened to arrive and leave five minutes earlier than usual and he was forced to stand and watch it drive away into the distance, completely out of breath but still finding the will to call after the driver to let the person know how much of a total asshat they were.

He'd had to run to catch an overpriced taxi in order to get to work. And the woman driving it took five wrong turns. Fucken five.

He worked in a shithole. Some downtown local shop that wasn't paying him nearly enough and had poor sanitation standards as it was, but his boss was the most terrifying guy ever which is why he never asked for a raise. The guy was like 6'7 and about the size of a truck. If he sat on Harley there would be no more Harley. And then the guy has the audacity to fire him because he was thirty minutes late because he spent about £34 getting here to a woman who clearly didn't even know what a friggen lamp post was. And now he's broke. And homeless. And jobless.

Obviously, he's now going to call Kyle.

Kyle was never a sympathetic person, so when he explained his situation Kyle hadn't exactly said many comforting things, Harley had to beg to crash at his boyfriends' house for a few days otherwise he was going to starve on the streets and die. Over exaggeration, but he was desperate. Kyle reluctantly agreed but said he'd have to sneak in because he didn't want his parents finding out about his sexuality after hearing how Harleys had reacted.

Over joyed he walked like three miles to Kyles and when he arrived his boyfriend met him at the door, which was weird because Kyle had told him to sneak in.

'Yo so. listen Harley… you and me, I was thinking and it just ain't gonna work. We can't be seen together! What, you think I'm gonna just get kicked out for you?! no way, I need to focus on my life.'

Harley doesn't handle situations when he gets upset.

'What?! Kyle what the actual hell, I have nowhere to go and you're just going to- to break up with me? but- I didn't- I- I lost my job, I have nowhere to go, please just let me come in and we can talk about this.'

'Harley no, just go. I don't even like you. we can't do this anymore'

'w-what?'

'wait you thought I actually loved you? oh man this is awkward. There's uh, somebody else now…"

'somebody else?!'

'Calm down, would you? moms in the kitchen and if she knows what we're talking about I'm dead, just beat it already. We're over.'

And with those words his beloved Kyle slammed the door in his ever so heartbroken face. and its barley lunch time. Harley was reeling with emotion, on the one hand he wanted to bang his fist against the door and demand Kyle come and talk to him about this more thoroughly so he'd know just who this somebody else was. But then… his poor mind was upset enough as it was and he wanted nothing more than to curl up on his bed at his house and cry. He sure as hell wasn't going to cry outside Kyles house, no way was he going to give into that satisfaction. So, he went back home.

Well… his parents' home anyway.

He wasn't over sure whether to knock on the door or just walk in. so he climbed through the window. Duh, that's what every kicked-out son would do…

Harley wasn't here to curl up and cry in his bed. No matter how much he wanted to stay, he was angry at his mom and dad, if they couldn't accept him then he wasn't going to stay. Simple as. They kicked him out. Their loss.

But he isn't leaving without his laptop. So, he crept up to his room and gathered things he was going to need, such as his laptop, phone charger, pillow, Star Wars backpack (limited edition), comics, you know, all the necessities. Alright he did grab some sensible things; toothbrush, clothes, wallet, etc... oh, he even stole some food out from the kitchen for the road. Before he left he made sure to take five minutes to throw each and every photo he had of him and Kyle in photo frames from his bedroom window. Thankfully, nobody would be home since his parents worked these hours. However, the smash of the glass was comforting.

His car decided to stop holding a grudge against him because of his sexuality and worked when he tried it again, much to his annoyance. Where the hell were you five hours ago, stupid amazing jeep.

And that's how he ended up driving in the middle of nowhere out of town with absolutely no clue where he was going. #pro.

It was just about getting dark now, the sun was just about peeking over the skyline saying its final farewells to this horrific day as if mocking that Harley had to withstand another few trying hours before he was finally able to curl up somewhere and get some shut eye.

But he just kept going, not even caring. Everything had gone so horribly wrong.

And then, out of nowhere, something comes propelling down from the sky straight into his car bonnet forcing a scream to ripple from his throat and the car to swerve off road to the sun-baked, desolate, wide-open landscape. He lost control of the wheel and somehow his foot managed to slam down the break. The car stopped with a sharp jerk making his head shoot forward into the steering wheel then back against the seat, seatbelt digging into his ribcage.

He groaned, blinking his eyes back into focus and wincing at the pain sprouting on his forehead, as if giving a taster of what was to come, a world class killer headache. Once he's assured he still had all limbs attached to him he lifted his gaze to lookout of the window and ended up just gaping in pure shock.

The dark figure that had crushed his bonnet was in fact a person. A strikingly real person. Who wasn't moving…

Holy fucking shit he just killed a guy.

With unstable shaking in his hands he managed to unbuckle himself and manoeuvre his way out of the jeep, stumbling on his feet to reach the dead person on his jeep who was currently being cloaked by thick smoke rising from his engine, glasses lost in the carnage, but it was okay he could still see relatively well. he didn't even really need glasses that badly now.

Hastily he pulled the person off from his car and with muscles straining intensely at the weight of the person which resulted in him wobbling and accidentally dropping the person he'd just killed to the ground with a heavy thud. He didn't care that much, instead dropping to his knees and gripping his fingers into the persons clothing to practically launch the body onto it's back; he found his jaw dropping again.

It was a guy, pale skin framed by raven black hair and fine features. Harleys hands hovered over the man's body, unsure of what to do. what the fuck was he supposed to do?! there is no signal out here and he doesn't know CPR- aren't you suppose to kiss them or something and blow air into their mouth?! And punch their chest?! What if he breaks something? Oh, holy fucking shit he is so regretting skipping that CPR assembly they did in school three years back.

Wait- heart beat-

Eyes snapped open making him yelp and fall backwards onto his butt in surprise. He scrambled back over instantly to stare into the pale blue eyes that actually resembled ice and were proving the man to be very much alive. The man groaned and let his head fall back against the dirt, arms wrapping around his chest. Oh god, he's in pain- well done idiot you hit him with your car of course he's in pain.

But despite the fact the guy was in obvious need of medical attention and Harley should be doing his very best to help him, he found himself laughing in relief. "Holy shit! I thought you were dead! Oh my god you scared me half to death- ha-ha that's not funny because I nearly bulldozed you to actual death and- "

The man's head shot upwards to glare at him making his mouth clamp shut midsentence, an overpowering feeling over inferiority overcoming him, he swallowed. The glare was short lived, once again the man let his head fall back in pain from his chest apparently. Harley noticed the man's odd attire, it looked... like some weird ass armour from medieval times but ten times cooler and like some evil sorcerer made it. which to be honest was really cool. Except that it wasn't. because he hit the weird guy wearing evil sorcerer armour with his car. Yeaaaaaah. Not cool.

And that was without pointing out the horned golden helmet.

Cautiously he extended a hand and lightly touched his shoulder, those icy eyes were directed ta him once more this time far more aggressively "don't you dare touch me, creature" the man gritted through his teeth, voice drowning in rage and pain. Harleys hand was sharply withdrawn in surprise.

"Whoa- okay. No touching. Ever. Got it. Noted. I'm just trying to help- "he blurted quickly, heart hammering fearfully against his rib-cage. Oh boy, what the holy hell had he gotten himself into.

"did you hear me ask for it? - "The mysterious man paused, heaving heavily before adding "by some chance?"

His sarcastic words stung Harley.

"no but I did hit you with my car and ya know, we're in the middle of nowhere surrounded by dust and friggen grass so I figured I'm your best chance right now. you want me to leave you alone? No fuck you- sorry- your hurt and I'm being an-argh I'm an idiot- "

"you conceited moron I do not require your assistance!" the man growled once again, trying Harleys patience. Before he could make some kind of snappy comeback the raven-haired man reeled in on himself, clutching his chest "oh for the love of Odin" he cried, throwing his head back in wrenching pain, the veins on his neck pulsing visibly.

Harley felt sympathy cloud his better judgement. "hey, don't worry. it's going to be alright, probably…I'll help you" He watched as the man looked almost fearful, then drop his head back again.

"I said I do not need it" the man rolled onto his side, as if making a feeble attempt to stand up, only to roll back onto his back panting.

"you don't need it?" he asked with a raised eyebrow "whatever I'm helping you anyway. Whether you like it or not"

"how dare you speak to me like that!" he screamed angrily, hair whipping against his face as he slammed his head back against the ground in frustration.

He flinched noticeably but held his ground "rude" he drawled "listen, I'm seriously just trying to help you. we are ten miles into the middle of shit all and you my friend are injured. Please let me help you." oh jeez he sounded like he was begging,

Who the hell does this guy think he is anyway? Yeah, okay Harley hit him with the car but still.

The man stared at him darkly "I am no friend to the likes of you"

He scoffed loudly "yeah, charming. So far, I don't like you all that much either, don't worry, you're not the only one hating every second of this" Harley stood up and tore the car door open again, fumbling about for his phone and walking backwards to where he'd left the guy, colliding with something tall which ended up being the man who'd somehow been standing and looking up at the sky. They both tumbled back down. His phone slipped from his hand into the slightly to long grass. Well at least this guy wasn't paralysed from the neck down or anything, and he could stand! He couldn't be hurt that bad. Probably.

He sent an apologetic look over to the now definitely glaring man. Then he straightened up and glanced around wildly, then mortified he looked upwards. "where the fuck did you even come from?"

There was nothing in sight for miles. And if he remembers correctly, the guy fell from the sky, and there was nothing he could have fallen from on top of which means he really did fall from the sky, but that would mean he'd be dead- both of them would be dead by laws of gravity!

He received no response except for the glare softening some as the man started studying his features. Harley did the same. Then he was pushed off harshly.

He didn't even say anything about the hostile shove, he just distanced himself more, glancing between the sky and the man. Had he hit the guy and in the heat of the moment imagined he'd seen him fall from the sky? Alright, next question, why was the guy out here in the first place in the middle of the road? Surely, he would have seen the car.

Perplexed he shook his head with a sigh "alright, silent treatment. I guess I deserve that for hitting you with my car. Fair enough. Could you at least tell me that you're not slowly dying or anything though? Please?"

"I am alright" the man replied after a moment with his gravely voice that echoed out for the first time not sounding like it wanted to murder Harley in the most torturous way possible.

"oh good, you can play nice." He hummed and knelt down on the ground, searching frantically for his phone. "I'm still going to try calling the paramedics... if I can get any signal out here. Then maybe the nuthouse." A rectangular object came into sight making him smile and grab his phone, beginning to dial 911.

The man cocked his head to the side in confusion. Oh god, he seriously hit that guy to hard. "that is not necessary"

"uh yeah necessary, you just fell out of the sky- I think! I'm not crazy I saw you do that! And I can't even explain how you did that! And I hit you with my car! I'm calling the damn doctors because even if you're not hurt which is actually impossible- did you know there are millions of car accidents every year and majority involve death- yeah that's right you could have died, but yeah even if you're not hurt I had a heart attack from fright." He babbled nervously, raising the phone to his ear only to hear beeping "god damn it there's still no signal"

"I do not think it wise for me to go to the hospital. Do as I say and learn your place, mortal." the man shot back, getting up onto his feet, swaying slightly. Psh, oh yeah, that small sentence really revealed some sort of answers here.

He scoffed, glancing at the man irritably. "yeah. Right. whatever" he mumbled sarcastically and marched back over to his car, inspecting the damage, tears very nearly appearing upon seeing that there was a massive dent and the bonnet refused to open. Plus, there was still a shocking amount of smoke rising. He was a little scared his car was about to blow up. Nevertheless he opened the door and fumbled about for his glasses, humming as he found them still in one piece on the floor.

"it's official. Today sucks" he mumbled, then sighed and casted a glance back at the guy who was clutching his chest again and wobbling onto his knees making him stumble sideways every now and then. "oh- fuck you self-righteousness." He cursed, pushing up his glasses and jogging back over, steadying the man by holding his shoulders, praying he wasn't obliterated or something for daring to touch the guy again. "Sit down before you fall down, okay? With the way you're looking maybe a hospital wouldn't be such a bad idea."

The man dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, becoming wearier, which was obvious by the lack of aggressive behaviour. "I should not go there."

Harley snorted "dude, just—okay. I don't even know how we'd get there anyway. Just tell me you're at least not dying?"

The raven-haired man staggered and ended up clutching onto Harleys shoulders automatically so he didn't fall, eyes opening and closing slowly, he raised his blue orbs to meet his chocolate ones. Harley felt like the man was judging whether he could trust him. yeah, like he is the weird one here who fell from the sky.

"I... I am not dying." The man got out with a strained voice. "I…" before that sentence was finished the man collapsed forward onto Harley who yelped and barley managed to catch on, lowering the guy to the ground quickly before he's knees buckled.

"that was soooo reassuring." He scowled and contemplated what to do. Alright, he has no signal, no car, he's in the middle of nowhere, its' now dark its getting cold, and the guy passed out. Tears pricked in his eyes. This really was a shitty day.

Scrubbing his face with his hands he decided he wasn't going to do anything. He was going to sit out here, wait by his fucking fucked up car and sit this shitty day out. Because this is the final straw. No, just no. how does one even mess up this badly. He lost his home, his car, his boyfriend, his job, his parents, his money. And what does he get? A weirdo falling from the sky. Oh god, he's gone crazy hasn't he…

He sat for three minutes.

"Okay! I cannot just sit here. You screwed up my car, you wake up and fix it." he shouted at the unconscious man then screamed in frustration and stomped over to his blue jeep that was smoking a lot less now. good sign good sign. Maybe?

Slowly he approached the bonnet. Nope. Nope. Nope nope. No way he's touching that. Its gonna blow up. Definitely. All the movies he's seen have taught him that if a car is smoking then it's going to blow up. Wait… no wait if a car catches fire it'll blow up. GTA cars smoke all the time when you crash them to much… okay just to be on the safe side he isn't gonna touch his car.

Instead he opted to retrieve his things from the car so that if it did blow up his stuff was safe. He made a makeshift camp next to the man who was a safe distance away from the car already, unfortunately he had no blankets or anything, but he did have his laptop. So, he leant on his pillow turned his laptop on and shoved the Star Wars dvd he'd brought along into the device, settling down to watch it. he made it a good ten minutes into the film before his mind drifted elsewhere. Or, drifted to a certain weirdo led next to him.

His eyes without permission glanced to the side and he carefully watched the steady rise and fall of an armoured chest indicating the man was still alive. Was he a man? Harley was fairly certain he'd seen the guy fall from above, but that could have been just his imagination, right? either way, he was driving pretty fast and any normal person would be lucky to survive being hit by such a force. This guy wasn't even scratched. The only thing that seemed to bother him was his chest. Jesus, he should have broken legs and arms.

No, he should be a pile of gloop right now and Harley's care should have exploded.

Alright, he came from the sky, obviously takes a lot to injure him, he's wearing weird armour, he called him mortal, the only acceptable conclusion here is that this guy is from outer space. Great. He has hit an alien with his car. God, what if this guy is the king of some Martian army coming to inspect earth? oh what a lovely green and blue planet I bet all the inhabitants are nice ill just talk to this one on this strange rock pathway BAM hit by a car. Welcome to earth. enjoy your stay. Oh god, what if he broke or killed the Martian king. He's started a war. Holy shit.

Technically said Martian king confirmed that he wasn't dying… and he's breathing. The car accident still happened though. It's not like he actually is the king anyway. A king would send soldiers first. Therefore, this is a soldier.

He chuckled lightly at how ridiculous his thought process was. If today had been a normal day he would have called Kyle and told him all about this-

He shut that thought down before it upset him. no more thinking about Kyle. The last thing he needs is to have a mental break down right now. Deepening his constant scowl, he decided to just watch the movie until a little orange pop up informed him he had 10% battery remaining.

Well, not like he's' going to be able to charge it out here. With an irritated sigh he closed the laptop and shivered at how dark it was. Then he shivered again at the cold breeze passing over. Briefly he wondered if the Martian soldier was cold.

Digging around in his backpack he pulled out the only jacket he had and draped it over the broader man, also lifting his head and placing the pillow carefully under, ensuring to remove the elaborate horned helmet and place it aside. The jacket was not a very good blanket for this guy, it barely covered him, but it was something. Harley had nothing! So, he's expecting a nice, big thankyou and a logical explanation for this tomorrow.

He squirmed about on the dirt ground trying to make himself comfortable. How in holy hell was he going to get out of this situation. The road he'd been going down was rarely used so there wasn't much chance of seeing an ongoing car until daylight hours. Guess they were walking then. There was a map in the car, as long as it doesn't blow up then the map will be there tomorrow, and he's semi comfy so he isn't moving to get it now.

"Goodnight Mr Martian man." He breathed and closed his eyes.

.

Freedom. Falling. Fear. Fury. These indescribable sensations pulsed through him.

Loki as unsure how long he had fallen for, or where he was falling. His journey from Asguard and through the black abyss of the universe made little sense. He did not know when the final impact would occur, or more disturbingly- if it would occur. Would he simply fall into the unknown for eternity?

All his thoughts, all his wishes, his entire existence for a singular moment seemed so far away- so mockingly out of his reach- and just then he realised how small and meaningless he was in this universe. Malice surged inside of him, churning his stomach. Oh, he will be heard. He will be seen and he will be important. But for now, he was snatched by the mercy of space. Rational, cold, uninviting. How alike it and Odin could be.

He did not need anyone's pity or compassion. All he wanted was revenge. He needed it. Just as he needed to be stood on solid ground once more.

Desperately he had reached out to secret paths extended magical limbs to find ways that had rarely been tread upon, ways that perhaps he was first to discover. And then he had slipped into a familiar realm. Housing blinding electric cold colours, a blue and green orb sat peacefully in the dark inky black canvas. This was Mid-guard's realm. He'd hit Mid-guard's atmosphere, and that had hurt. Then he'd been wildly steering himself in a mad battle for control regarding his landing. However, the closer to the atmosphere he got the less control he had.

Truth be told he had not meant to land on the mortal's vehicle, and it was abnormally lucky that the mortal had not been crushed by such a force. There was a sneaking suspicion in him that before he hit the vehicle he'd reached out to his magic on impulse to save the mortal and slow his fall. Which was ridiculous, he cared not for the mortal, so wasting his magic and being in such a weak state was impractical.

Midgard was not the ideal landing point. Nor had he intended to end up here. Other matters had been on his mind so his destination was not troubling him so. Thor just had to return to Asguard. He couldn't have stayed down on Earth with his new mortal lover Jane. No, he had to return and foil Loki's plans and destroy the bifrost, saving that retched wasteland Jotenhiem.

But Loki had been so close, so painfully close to proving that he was the rightful ruler rather than his big oaf of a brother who was unfit to have the crown. It was a mystery how Odin even considered Thor still to be worthy after that catastrophic correlation. Ideally, father-no- Odin would have woken from the Odin sleep to see how he's triumphed and defeat Jotenhiem, whilst Thor remained cast out on Midgard growing attached to petty mortals.

Odin was not impressed. Witnessing the shame and pity in his eyes after he had caught both him and Thor from falling from the shattered rainbow bridge, he'd let go and fallen into the depths of the bifrost. Loki had been unsure whether he let go to disappear into the abyss and fade from reality, or whether he was running.

All he did for a long time was plummet downwards. Angry and upset.

No Loki

Those words stung. Something dark had settled inside of him. Something that scared him. And he had not the slightest idea why. he would prove himself. He would be king. It was his birth right.

He had the upper hand, the bifrost was destroyed so Asguard had lost all connection with other realms until repairs were made. But him, he could go anywhere he wanted, there were secret pathways through space that nobody knew of.

Getting to another realm was difficult and he'd had no choice on the matter, so when he landed on Midgard he was pleasantly surprised. Crashing to earth's surface weakened him greatly, his magic was severely depleted and whatever ounce of energy left in him had been wasted on sparing the mortal. He'd momentarily fell unconscious.

When he'd awoken his whole form ached and begged for malnourishments. His chest was what hurt bothered him the most, no thanks to Thor because of that. His surroundings had changed, he was not surrounded by smoke or even on top of the strange vehicle, and instead he was squinting upwards into chocolate brown eyes that were glimmering with relief and worry. So, this was the mortal he had managed to spare.

The mortal was not his main concern, so he had not listened to the continuous babbles that emerged from the boy's mouth and instead focused on himself. Once he'd stood upright the toll of the fall began to affect him. for an odd reason the mortal was insistent on helping him, perhaps he felt responsible despite Loki being the one who was the case of this chaos.

The mention of hospitals had worried him, so best he could he'd smiled reassuringly and offered a simple explanation which only seemed to aggravate the mortal. The brunet had stormed over a smoking machine, muttering something out of earshot.

And overwhelming pain erupted in his chest making him stagger and he did his best to compose himself, but that did not stop his hands from flying to his chest where he felt the weight of Mjolnir as if it were still set upon him. and then a wave of nauseating pain issued from his stomach, hunger cut into him, the back of his mind wondered how long he had in fact fallen for. all he could do was desperately try not to stumble over his dangerously wobbly legs and stay upright. And then the mortal was there. In front of him with the same worry, steadying him. The insignificant being was overly concerned about whether he was dying which almost made him smile at the sweet intensity of the mortal's good intentions, had he not been focusing on not falling unconscienced again, not failing to notice black dots dancing across his vision.

He'd had to clutch onto the mortal's slender arms for support, barley managing a response. "I-I am not dying" he responded through gritted teeth and was about to make a comment about not sending him to the hospital, but his eyes dropped and his body swayed. The last thing he remembers is seeing panic etch across the young mortal's face.

Then everything went black.

.

When he awoke he noticed he was still outside and that the earths single moon was still high. He observed the world around him, it was very open, land stretched on forever into the horizon with no sign of civilisation anywhere. A moment passed where he thought that he was alone in the middle of nowhere, until his eyes fell onto a small form curled up asleep a few steps away from himself. It was the mortal whom he'd accidentally fallen on earlier.

Loki grew puzzled and noticed a small jacket draped over his armour, and that his head was resting on something soft. The mortal however, was shivering, arms wrapped protectively around a prone form searching for warmth. A pang of pity shot through him. followed by another burst of pain in his chest. It was slightly more bearable than before. A sudden thirst stabbed at his throat, just how long had he fallen for?

The night was silent, apart from his sharp intakes of breaths. He knew he was slowly healing and would be much better in the morning but for now the intense pain remained. To distract himself he began to decipher the mortal.

The mortal, as he already knew was male and held a relatively young appearance. Spidery brown hair stuck up at all angles, a few locks falling in front of sun touched skin. He was very fresh faced with a chiselled jawline and a button nose, Loki vaguely remembered honey coloured eyes. However, the boy's body was slender, skeleton shoulders pushed against the grey garment the boy was wearing that stuck and lung in all the wrong places. It was a possibility the boy wasn't taking care of himself or feeding himself adequately but Loki simply dismissed that idea concluding that he did not care.

Directing his thoughts elsewhere he thought over his situation. He had landed on Midgard of all places. A Cheshire smile formed on his lips over the pain, humans were made to e ruled, this was perfect for him. he would take over this tiny planet and prove to Odin that he was a king, be it on Asguard or not.

However, he would need an ally if his plans were to succeed. There were many out there who would stand and fight with him for the right price, he just had to choose carefully.

Chattering of teeth broke his thoughts and once again he found himself looking at the shaking mortal. Irritation seeped through him, along with something else he couldn't put his finger on. Whatever that something else was it made him stand on still wobbling legs and unbuckle his dark green cloak from his armour and drape it over the boy.

Convincing himself he only did that because the insufferable human wouldn't shut up, he rested himself back against the pillow, picking up the small jacket and inspecting it. perhaps he could form a mortal ally along with his much more powerful ones. After all, he needed to gather energy and get revenge on Thor before he invaded Midgard. There was also the fact he was in the middle of nowhere and hadn't any idea the name of his location. The boy could know.

Slowly he came to the conclusion he would keep the mortal. He was also convincing himself that he wasn't keeping the mortal because he needed him, he didn't, he was Loki Odinson and with or without this boy he could take over Midgard.

But using the boy would be the easier option.