Loki scowled as he skidded round a corner. Why did his brother always mess every thing up? He thought back to when he returned from the realm of the dark elves. His brother had been a fool to think that he was truly dead. His sorcery had healed his body, and he had journeyed back to Asgard to finally take the throne that was meant for him! But he hadn't been able to kill his adoptive father, and he had simply imprisoned him between the dimensions. He had taken Odin's place and appearance and that oaf Thor had only just noticed the swap, months after it had taken place. Loki scowled, as he had hoped Thor would take a little longer to realize and his escape plans had not yet been finalized. His escape spell would send him to another world but he didn't know which one yet...

He cursed as he skidded around a corner only to find a dead end. He could hear Thor's thundering footsteps and bellowing voice nearby, and sighed. The risk would have to be taken. He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and chanted the words fluently. Just as Thor rounded the corner, the shadows wrapped around him and whisked him away. The last thing he heard before disappearing off was Thor's roar of rage.

The magic whirled him away, wrapped in a shadowy cage. Then he landed. Loki slowly opened his eyes, and knew immediately that something was wrong. He stared at his hand to find it was no longer a hand, but a hoof.

He realized where he was. This was Equestria, a realm that had long since fallen from the world tree. Its citizens were ponies of the most unlikely colours, he recalled, and they came in four forms: unicorn, pegasi, earth pony and alicorns which were a mix of the three. He remembered the long hours he had spent in the library of his former home, and he recalled that alicorns were the immortal rulers of this world. Therefore, it came as little surprise when he looked down to find himself a dark green alicorn with a black mane and a mark of a scepter and his helmet on his flank. He was also wearing his normal clothing, which had transformed with his body. He unsteadily got up, and looking around realized he had crashed through the roof of some sort of barn. He heard noises outside and performed a spell which allowed him to hide in the shadows, seamlessly adapting to channeling his magic through his horn. Then he slipped away, deciding to study this world before deciding whether to conquer it.

As he approached a small settlement, and decided to reveal himself, though he cast an illusion to disguise his horn. Without it, he was simply an unusually tall Pegasus. He also changed his clothes, and when he was ready he stepped into the town. He noted with interest the crowds of oddly coloured ponies, some carrying pieces of parchment...

He realized suddenly that he had left the piece of parchment with the spell on in Asgard.