A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt on a Loki fanfiction so I really, really hope I don't fuck up his character and accidentally make him too much OOC. He's changed quite a bit since Thor all the way to Thor Ragnarok so… I'll just pray you like this story and give it a chance. The chapters will be long in case I can't update consistently. Just to give you a mental picture of the physical of my OC character she's Alexandra Daddario, except OC is 5'2.
Banished Into Icy Fire playlist:
Fire N Gold by Bea Miller
Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys
Dangerous Night by Thirty Seconds to Mars
Colors by Halsey
Life of the Party by Shawn Mendes
Stranger Things by One Republic
Demons by Imagine Dragons
Ride by Twenty-One Pilots
I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly ft. Ed Sheeran
Wild by Troye Sivan ft. Alessia Cara
Perfect by Ed Sheeran
Asgard
Lady Sif knew that the younger Prince was widely known for his mischiefs, tricks, and lies. But she was shocked to find what he had the audacity to do. How could he betray his brother Thor like that? How could he betray the throne!
She'd hated him from the moment he shaved her golden hair as a prank and now all she was left was her dark locks that reminded her of the vile being every time she looked at herself in the mirror.
Maybe that was why King Odin entrusted her with the task of spying on Loki for the past month before Thor's coronation.
She glanced over her shoulders, searching for anyone who might have followed before gingerly knocking on the King's chamber doors.
"Enter quietly." He whispered as he opened the door wide enough for her to slip in, immediately kneeling before him. The Queen was nowhere to be seen, but she could here the bath running in the adjacent room.
"Rise, Lady Sif, what troubles you at such a late hour?" Odin says quietly.
She stood up, her eyes wide with an anxious look, "I apologize for coming at such an hour, my King, but this simply could not wait. I've been spying on Prince Loki as you've commanded me, I've been extremely cautious. Nothing was out of the norm until tonight. He disappeared through a secret passageway and I followed. It led to Jotunheim. He was conversing with Frost Giants, some sort of agreement being made. I couldn't get close enough to listen without being seen."
"Calm down, Lady Sif, you've done a good job." Odin placed his hands on her shoulders.
"But, my King, the coronation is tomorrow. The prince is planning something horrible. What shall you do?" Lady Sif whispered in utter concern.
Odin simply shook his head, "I will deal with it, you've a accomplished what I've asked of you. Thank you. Speak of this to nobody, you hear me?"
Sif opened her mouth to protest. She couldn't just do nothing! But this was her King and she trusted him so she will do nothing, but worry about tomorrow's outcome.
"Yes, my King." She simply says, bowing her head and leaving with a heavy heart after being dismissed.
The next day: Thor's coronation
Lady Sif was not at all surprised when Prince Loki was apprehended by two guards on Odin's order, right there in front of everyone in the Great Hall after the whole Frost Giants attempting to steal the Casket of Ancient Winter ordeal.
She watched, a smirk crossing her face at Loki screaming in outrage and mock confusion as he was handcuffed and brought to his knees before the All-Father. Everyone was shocked and confused except for herself and Odin.
"Father! I demand to know the meaning of this!" Loki shouted, green eyes blazing and struggling against his bonds.
"You allowed the Frost Giants to enter Asgard did you not?" Odin interrogated calmly, ignoring his wife's demands to know what was happening. Loki was her favorite son after all. Thor was frozen in stupor, trying to comprehend what was going on.
"What?" Loki laughed. "What nonsense are you sputtering?"
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Odin roared, causing everyone to wince and the murmurs stopped abruptly, leaving the room in dead silence.
He lowered his voice, "You were seen in Jotunheim, one of the Frost Giants was alive long enough to tell us it was you, I had someone keep an eye on your secret passageway when they entered the weapons vault. You cannot lie this time, Silvertongue."
Loki breathed heavily, glaring at the All-Father with such hatred, but not as much as when his murderous gaze slid to Thor who looked like he'd just been slapped in the face, betrayed by his sibling.
"Then why question me?" Loki replied through gritted teeth.
"I want to know why you did it." Thor stepped in, his hands twitching with sparks of lightning and holding Mjølnir tight enough to break the handle.
Loki sneered, attempting to rise only to be pushed back onto his knees, "Because I couldn't allow a fool like you to ascend to the throne just yet! You're an idiot Thor! Asgard would've been in ruins by the end of the week by your hands! I would've made the better King."
"That's not your choice to make!" Thor shouted raising Mjølnir to strike his brother who stared him dead in the eye. The Queen shrieked for Thor to stop and the Warriors Three moved quickly, pulling Thor back before he did something he'd regret.
It was prolonging the inevitable. Everyone knew what the punishment for treason was.
The Queen knew this, begging the King through her tears, "Odin, please, think about this. He's my son, our son. Lock him in the dungeon, torture him if you must, anything, but please don't kill him!"
Loki waited for Odin's decision anxiously just like everyone else in the Great Hall. In a blink of an eye, Odin had Gungnir pointed at Loki and the guards held him tighter.
"Prince Loki of Asgard, my son, you are therefore stripped of your magic," Odin touched the point to Gungnir to Loki's forehead. The god of Mischief let out a scream loud enough to wake sleeping giants, his magic leaving him like if he'd lost his soul. "And banished forever from Asgard for treason and sent to live the rest of your days in Midgard. Take him to the Bifrost."
Loki was hyperventilating, not having recovered from having his magic stripped to struggle against the guards dragging him out of the Great Hall. He passed out before ever making it to the Bifrost.
Midgard
It was a rainy night in the city of Seattle, Washington. Big surprise. The cities best private investigator-that's how she defined herself and her bank account proved it-was driving home after a cheesy movie night with a Tinder date. It went great compared to previous dates, she liked this guy, but didn't feel any romantic connection so she'd probably "disappear" after this last phone call.
She spoke with him through the speaker in her car, "I had a good time, but that movie was horrible. Sequels are supposed to be better not worse."
"Yeah, it was bad. Fifty Shades Darker? More like Fifty Shades of crappy sex scenes."
She snorted, "Same."
He was a huge talker. She wasn't, but she wasn't rude either so she allowed him to ramble, answering yes or no when necessary. She squinted her eyes against the pounding rain, it was as if suddenly there was a storm just above the empty road that led to her house. She was worrying in her mind, hoping the bridge wasn't flooded as the wind picked up and shook her car when suddenly a blinding light struck the middle of the road.
"And then I was like seriously-"
"HOLY SHIT!" She shrieked, slamming the brakes just as she hit something solid that went flying over the car.
"Kira? Kira! Hey, what was that?"
Her breath was coming out in pants, her heart at her throat as she pushed back her hair from her face from the abrupt stop.
"I'm fine. I'll call you back." Not.
She pressed the button to end the call on the steering wheel before putting it in park and jumping out into the storm to search for what the hell she just hit. She shielded her eyes as best as she could, using her phone's flashlight to light her way. The wind had stop, but the rain was falling in buckets.
She gasped when she saw the figure of a person sprawled on the road a few feet away behind her car.
"What the actual fuck?" She cursed, running to check if it was still alive.
Upon further inspection, she identified him as a man in his late twenties maybe. Pale and with dark hair, clad in just a thin black shirt, black Vans, and matching jeans. He didn't seem to be bleeding. She knelt beside him, placing her head on his chest.
She let out a sigh of relief when she heard his heartbeat and felt his chest moving as he breathe. She fiddled with her phone, trying to call for help, but of course there wasn't any signal. What if he broke his back? She can't carry him! He was half her size!
"Hey! C'mon, man, wake-up!" She shook his shoulders and lightly smacked his cheeks. "Wake up! Hey! That's it! Are you okay?"
Stupid question, Kiranna.
He was blinking, but the rain impeded him to keep them open so she slipped an arm under his neck and helped him sit up as he groaned and shuddered from the cold.
"I'm going to take you to a hospital, yeah? Please, don't be a serial killer or rapist or something." She pleaded, eyeing him suspiciously.
He turned his head to look at her, but his dark eyes were glazed over as if his mind was somewhere far away. The guy was clearly traumatized thanks to her.
"Hey, what's your name? Can you stand? You have to get up and walk to my car, I'll help you." She says, but he didn't speak, only accepted her help as he slung his arm over her shoulders and he clumsily stood and dragged himself towards her car. She opened the passenger side and pushed him inside until his ass was seated and his legs were safely inside before shutting the door, going over to her side
"Wow! I am soaked to the bone!" She huffed, turning the heater on high before driving.
The man was shuddering uncontrollably, staring at his hands as if he lost something... Maybe he had amnesia?
"Hey, you're going to be okay." She tried to assure him and then cringed. "I'm sorry I hit you with my car."
Her voice snapped him out of his episode, his shuddering stopping instantly.
"Loggi." He spoke hoarsely, clearing his throat with a wince.
"What?"
"My name is Loki." He clarified.
"Oh, okay, Loki. I'm Kiranna, Kira for short." She says politely.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked in a slightly alarmed voice.
"To a hospital-"
"NO! No, no, no. Please." Loki turned in his seat sharply, begging her with his eyes. "I'm alright. I'm not hurt. See?"
She was skeptical, but still brought the car to a slow stop, "Why? Are you wanted or something? A fugitive?" She says as she reached inconspicuously for the handgun tucked behind her pants.
Loki chuckled darkly, glaring out the window, "Trust me, darling, nobody wants me."
She relaxed slightly and questioned curiously, "You hate hospitals then?"
He turned to her again, "Very. I give you my word I won't harm you. I just need a place to stay and I'll be out of your hair by sunrise. Deal?"
Kira crossed her arms, "Only if you tell me why you were in the middle of the road as a bolt of lightning hit the same spot."
Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Then you can get off right here and walk the rest of the way to a hotel or something-"
"Alright, alright! Infuriating, stubborn mortal." He growled.
She raised a surprised brow, "What?"
Loki let it all out in the shortest way possible, "I'm from Asgard. One of the Nine Realms. I was banished to Midgard-which you call Earth- for something that I did. That wasn't a lightning bolt that was the Bifrost. The bridge that allows travel between realms."
She blinked twice, staring at him blankly before simply turning the car back around and drving in the direction of her house.
"You-you believed me?" Loki stuttered in disbelief.
She let out a shaky laugh, "Oh, no, you're batshit crazy. I'm just too tired and cold to deal with anymore bullshit and I don't want to go to the hospital either and if I leave you on the side of the road I'd feel guilty. Like I've abandoned a kitten or a puppy."
Loki stared at her blankly and eventually slumped against the chair in defeat, rubbing his temples, and muttering words under his breath too low for her to hear. It seemed to be something along the lines of a prayer.
She thanked the heavens when she arrived home safely. Loki fumbled with the car's handle until she leaned over to open it for him, noticing how his breath hitched at her closeness.
"Your welcome." She says, withholding a roll of her eyes before hopping out of the car.
She and Loki ran up the pathway and the front steps to the safety of the balcony as she fumbled with the keys to open the door.
"Stay on the mat until I come back with some towels okay? I don't want you ruining my floorboards." She says as she imputed the deactivation code into the wall of the security alarm after taking off her shoes in the mud room.
He obeyed as she ran to get the towels from the bathroom. When she returned she offered him the towel and he muttered a barely audible thanks before he began drying his face and hair and then throughout his body along with her until they were no longer dripping
"Follow me, tall, dark, and mysterious." She smirked and Loki raised a brow, following her into the house.
She left him in the hall outside her bedroom as she searched in her drawers for clothes that he could borrow. She found a shirt with Darth Vader printed on it that looked large enough to fit him, a pair of briefs, and black sweatpants. Compliment of her friend that had clothes stashed away in her house for whenever he slept over.
"Here you go. I think they'll fit." She handed him the clothes before leading him to the bathroom.
"Do you live with someone else?" He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Ah, ah. First rule in my house, no questions." She chastised and pointed out the shower. "Cold left, hot right. Spare toothbrush in the cabinet along with other toiletries. The towels are above the toilet. Anything else?"
Loki sighed and shook his head.
"I'll leave you to it then." She left, closing the door on her way out and allowing herself a deep exhale
The man was going to be the death of her. He was literally the perfect man she dreamed about, at least physically. He was tall and his thin wet shirt stuck to him, accentuating all his hard, muscled ridges. She managed to hide her flushed face when they were drying themselves and his shirt had hiked up to reveal the V of narrow hips. Then there was that face, all sharp edges and smirky. His eyes were a vibrant aquamarine you could drown in and a jawline that could cut glass.
But she just about fainted at his dark curls. Men with long hair, especially dark hair were her weakness. She was a complete sucker for it so she would have to learn to avoid ogling it and the way he touched it.
Get you mind out of the damn gutter, Kira! This is a stranger that quite possibly fell from the sky not a high school fuckboy.
She ran a hand through her face and went to take a quick shower in her own bathroom. When she got out she dressed in leggings, an oversized sweatshirt-loaded handgun hidden in its wide pocket just in case-, and pinned her soaking wet hair atop her head before she went to set up the only spare room in the house for him.
"Kira?"
"In here." She called out, finishing putting clean sheets on the bed as he entered.
Oh Lord, kill me now. If you are testing my sanity you've set me up for failure.
The clothes fit him perfectly, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and then he just had to pass a hand through his hair, slicking it back.
Good thing she had the best poker face on the planet.
She placed her hands on her hips, gluing her eyes to his face which wasn't any less appealing but still, "Do you want something to drink? I would offer food, but I haven't gone shopping so all I have is a box of crackers, cheap wine, and expired milk."
Loki chuckled, "I think I've had my fill of water for today. It's fine, I'm not hungry."
"Okay then... Goodnight." She was about to pass by him when she paused a couple inches away from him, saying in a deadly ice tone, "You even think about stealing anything or breaking anything or going into my room... I'll skin you alive and make you beg for death."
Loki blinked and his lips spread into a grin long after she was gone.
Such a fierce, little mortal thing.
If only she knew the devil had practically fallen into her hands.
Loki woke up from his nightmares to a smack in the face by a pillow in Kira's hand. He cursed, groaning at the hungover feeling in his head, and opening an eye to see the girl hovering above him with a mouthful of food and what seemed like a hard, sugary pastry in her hand. He simply turned his back to her burying his face in the pillow.
"Fuck off, tiny mortal." He grumbled.
"Good morning, to you too, sunshine." She says cheerfully sarcastic, tugging sharply at the blanket he was covered with. "Get up. We've got shit to do."
Loki eyes flew open with dark intents, but otherwise buried those murderous desires and complied before she'd hit him with something harder. He sat up, clutching his aching head and the girl instantly plopped herself on the empty space, sitting crossed legged.
"Oh, hey, I found a box of Pop-Tarts."
"Good for you… What time is it?" Loki grumbled, rubbing his temples. His whole body ached, but his head was pounding and the empty, raw hole in his chest was enough to leave him breathless when he realized his magic was truly gone, everything meaningful to him was gone.
Would it always be like this? Valhalla curse his mother, he'd rather have died a thousand deaths than having been succumbed to this. Mercy his ass.
"It's nine in the morning. You must surely be hungry, are you not, immortal?" She says in a sorry attempt to mimic his accent, snapping him from his torturous, sad thoughts.
He nodded, getting up with a wince and having to clutch his head and inhaled sharply at the pain.
"Hey," She spoke up, worry laced in her soft voice. "You sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"Yes." He simply replied, waving nonchalantly. "I'm fine. Just hungover."
"Loki, what happened last night?" Kira asked firmly, coming to stand in front of him. "Don't make up a story if you can't remember anything."
He sighed in exasperation, "I told you the truth, Kira... Look for it in your Midgardian books and technology, you'll see."
"I already did. I searched you on every database I have access to and you don't exist, but you expect me to believe you're Loki from Norse mythology?" She scoffed.
Loki shrugged, "I wish I could prove it beyond my words."
Kira raised a finger, "Okay, let's believe for a second that you actually are The Loki. Why were you banished? You surely did something bad."
That's the understatement of the century.
Loki scowled, "Does it matter?"
"Yes, it fucking does! I've allowed a man, a stranger into my damn house!"
"All I'll say is that I didn't kill or raped anyone. Does that ease your mind?" He says sharply, not used to being spoken in such a way by a mere mortal and he wasn't in the best of moods.
He glanced at her clenched fists and decided to step away from her for both their sakes. He may not have his magic, but he still possessed his strength and short temper.
"I need to use the bathroom." He cut the tension between them, shrugging past her towards the hall, but not before he was smacked in the face by a towel.
Kira snickered leaving the room quickly before he had a chance to strangle her alive or something much worse. He didn't know who had the worst mood swings. Him or the infuriating girl.
"Valhalla damn it all!" He cursed loudly enough for her to hear, slamming the door behind him once he entered the bathroom.
A cold shower was the only thing that calmed his rage and all that was left was a sense of numbness. He wouldn't think about the past or what could have been anymore, from now on he'd focus on his survival until he could think of a decent revenge plan and he had to earn Kira's trust to do so. He cringed at himself in the mirror, just thinking about sucking up to a Midgardian for who knows how long.
Knock, knock.
"Loki, I've got more clean clothes for you. I forgot to throw yours in the washer and dryer last night so..."
He opened the door in just a towel wrapped around his hips. Kira's eyebrows went up to her hairline before she blushed profusely and focused her bright blue eyes to his face. That only made her reddened further as she stared at his wet hair framing his face.
"Fuck me." She whispered under her breath silently, but he had read her lips.
"What?" Loki says amused, feigning obliviousness and stretching his arm back to pass his fingers through his hair in a teasing way as she visibly gulped.
Her eyes snapped up to his eyes then, the mirth in them giving his mischief away, and her familiar glare returned, "Fuck you." She slammed the clothes against his chest with a force he didn't know a mortal could possess and stalked away.
"You only need ask, sweetheart, and I'll happily relieve your frustrations." He shouted a split second before he closed the door with a yelp, narrowly dodging what looked like a shoe about to smack him in the face. Damn, she had a better swing than Thor.
He unfolded the clothes she had given him. It was the same plain Midgardian attire that made him scoff. Loki the Prince of Asgard forced to wear what was practically peasant clothes. He emerged from the bathroom minutes later scowling in tight, black pants and a shirt that was a tight fit with the weirdest of creatures printed in the front.
"They're the Ninja Turtles." Kira chirped in when she caught him staring at it in utter confusion.
Loki merely shrugged past her to sit down on one of the bar stools in the kitchen island.
"You should be a tad bit nicer you know? I saved your life." Kira says in irritation standing across from him, hands on her hips.
He blinked, raising his eyes to her with a raised brow, "You hit me with your car."
Kira bristled, "It was an accident! Plus, I was taking you to the hospital and that's when you begged like a little baby to not leave you there all alone. You should be thanking me."
Loki leveled her with his blank expression of indifference just as his stomach distinctively growled.
He cursed under his breath as a smirk broke across her pink lips.
"I guess even gods get hungry." She crossed her arms on the counter, peering up at Loki with mirth in her glowing blue orbs as he glared down at her. "What do you want to eat, grumpy shithead?"
"Be careful with how you address me, mortal." He spat.
Kira's eyes widened in surprise, "Okay... Guess I'll just go buy brunch for myself." She shrugged, grabbing her keys and heading towards the door. He let out a frustrated growl and hurried to follow her out the door, grabbing his shoes from the mat.
"You're playing with fire, darling." He threatened darkly, close to her ear. "You will get burned."
Kira snorted, looking up at him over her shoulder fearlessly, "I've been to hell and back. Bring it on, darling."
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, or any of its characters or the songs mentioned here. I only own any OC characters not related to the mentioned companies. I do not make money off this, this is just a fangirl having fun.