A/N: Before I start this story, I would like to give the biggest 'thanks' I have ever given to the girl who is the reason that this story is here. From a Loki xXx OFC RP, I'm bowing to unlimitedhearts (and her Loki RP blog your-king-loki-rules-you tumblr). Without her, I wouldn't even want to try even making a Loki fanfict. And from everything I've tried with writing a Loki fanfict, this couldn't be more perfect for me. So right as I make a heart with my hands directed towards unlimitedhearts, enjoy the first chapter. (I know the first chapter is short – they're all going to be short as this is going to be a quick, short story. Maybe four or five chapters worth of a little over 1,000 words each.)

Chapter One: Introductions

Eliza Shiverpass hit the ground of Midgard with a heavy thud as dust flew around her, making her gold necklace and armbands impossibly uncomfortable as she laid there. She wanted to lay there forever out of everything she realized she did wrong. She had lost a father, a friend, a soon-to-be-husband, and her right to stay on Enchantrin, the realm of Fairytales which neighbored with the realm of Dreams and the realm of Nightmares. She'd let out sobs if she had only felt that little because as of right now, she felt numb. Worse off, she felt empty.

You need to find shelter fast, she told herself as she let out a long sigh. You need to go find Loki. That is why you're here.

It took Shiverpass a lot of self-persuasion to get to her feet and look around. There in sight from the dusty field she had fell in was Loki's humble abode.

Take heed, her old friend Lidia's voice played through her head. Loki has his ways of making use of creatures such as yourself. And it might not be what you'd like. What could Lidia possibly mean by that?

When she got to her feet, she dusted the dirt off and looked down at herself. She wore her slimming, light pink gown, golden sleeves that slightly bunched off of her shoulders, her golden waistband, golden armbands, golden necklace, long wavy caramel hair up in a soft pink hair band, and her usual brown boots. Hanging just below her waistband was a belt, hidden beneath with only its pocket to be shown. A pocket laid off to the right of her hip, carrying her communicator that the council pressed for her to keep on her move away from Enchantrin. Of course, they had allowed her to keep all of her powers with only the price that she'd watch how much she used. Without using her powers on Enchantrin or even going back to Enchantrin to replenish her powers, using them would mean she'd draw weak quickly but would be able to recover with sleep.

She felt strong for a goddess who had been cast off. No, not 'goddess', she told herself. 'Rogue goddess'.

So thinking she might as well, she began moving her feet and walk towards Loki's home. When she made it to the doors, she felt lazy, sighing as she snapped her fingers and suddenly appeared before Loki on his throne. She stood kneeling before him, her head bowed and an arm over her chest as a prideful greeting.

"Loki, Darling," she started as she lifted her head to look up at him with a smile. "I am Shiverpass, Rogue Goddess of Fairytales."

She watched as he got to his feet just as she did. He wore a mischievous smile as he looked at her. "Hello, darling! I don't believe we've met! Allow me to give the proper introduction. I am Loki, God of Mischief." He bowed slightly to the woman before him.

Suddenly, Shiverpass felt off guard. She straightened herself up, trying to show she was strong. "I have come on strict business, I'm afraid," she said as she started bowing her head respectably. "As I am sure, you know of the two realms: Nightmares and Dreams. Am I correct?" she asked. Her voice slightly faltered, creating a shaking effect as she quickly cleared it through.

"Yes. You would be correct in making that assumption." He had straightened himself up, taking a step closer as he now towered over her.

She kept her head down, hiding her sudden blush she felt. She wasn't use to physical proximity of others but her father and her soon-to-be-husband. It was different with him though. Almost strange. "Right. Um," she started as she waited a moment for her blushing to pass, "As I speak, they are at war with one another and with no surprise, they have sucked me within their quarrel. I have been told that unless I settle down within another realm with a god, they are to take me hostage and to execute me." She began to fidget with her hands. "In hopes to settle here, I offer you my services."

"What makes you think," he started as he began to circle her, raking his eyes up and down the length of her just as she stiffened at the feeling, "that I have any sort of need for you?" He then stepped backwards, looking her over as he stood before her. "What is it you can do that would benefit me?" He held her head high, surveying her quietly.

"I have been told that I can pretty much do anything. Surely you can find some use for me?" Her voice was more gentle and pleading than what she had expected it to sound like. She looked up at him, making daring eye-contact. "I am intrigued with you. You are the first I have come to asking for help. But if you have no use for me, then I will be on my way to find use for me elsewhere."

Suddenly, she stiffened up more as he took a step closer to her, reaching out and playing with the collar of her dress as if threatening to grab it. "And what if whoever is searching for you finds you here? Then what?"

Upon readying herself for self defense against his silent threat, she blinked up at him. Eliza, you're getting somewhere. "They have no reason to be searching for me if I have settled down. But if they do find me, how'ere I'm settled down, then I will go with them willingly as to try not to disturb the peace upon your household." She bowed her head again. She was begging, pleading, trying to do anything that would make him say one magic word: 'yes'.

It now felt as if she were holding in her breath.

Loki took a step back from her, looking over her once more and making mental notes she wish she knew. He rubbed his lips in contemplation of what he'd gotten from her. "You may stay."