It was too much. All of it. Everything that he had done. Everyone that he had hurt. Everyone that he had killed.

He needed… something- no, someone. Anyone. But who could he turn to? They would reject him. He could already see the looks of disgust and hatred that they would surely give him. There was no one. No one. Not on Asgard or Midgard. Maybe… maybe he could just run.

Yes. He could escape. He didn't know where he would go. He couldn't leave this realm; Odin had blocked all of the secret paths he had traveled by before. So he would have to go somewhere else on Midgard. A place where no one knew him. Where no one had been hurt by him. A place where no one would hate him. Perhaps even a place where there was no one to hurt. Maybe he could live in isolation; he could hide from all of them.

So he ran. He ran from every person he had ever harmed. He knew that they wouldn't be able to find him. He doubted that they would even bother to look. So he disguised himself. And then Loki, the traitor, the destroyer, the murderer, fled.

AN: So this is my first fic, so please tell me what you think! If you think some things don't make sense, like where he was fleeing from (which will be explained in the next chapter), please tell me in a review. I would love to hear what you guys have to say :D