I do not own Loki (unfortunately) or any other characters in this story. The picture is also not mine I would like to give credit but I don't remember where I got it from.

One night a baby is born. He has the beginnings of black hair and emerald green eyes as he takes his first breath so his mother takes her last. In the new world he utters not one sound he simply stares around. As he grows older he still stares. He stares at the countless women his father brings home to fill the gap in his heart. He stares at the cuts and bruises that appear on his body from his fathers drunken rage. He stares as the front door slams shut on him forever. And he stares silently as he spends his fourth birthday on the streets. After that he toughens up. He doesn't dare go to the police for fear of endangering his father. Occasionally he still sees his father. He watches as his father becomes rich and famous off an invention the boy made himself. He waits with baited breath for a missing poster of him and for the reuniting of him and his father but he realises that even if there have been a thousand posters he can't read. He scavenges through bins finding newspapers and he reads them in a little corner of the skip that has become home to him. Each day he carefully traces a word and sees how it fits in with all the others. It takes him a long time but eventually he understands. He still searches for the posters but he has never found one. According to official documents he is called Tom, not that he knows this, and died many years ago in a terrible accident. These reports were documented by none other than his own father after he threw out his only son. The boy eventually accepts his fate. He learns to steal to survive but there are still many nights when he lies on the streets with his stomach empty and growling. At those times all he can do is stare at the skies looking at the stars. He wishes he could be up there. His day dreams are full of it, him sitting in a throne, a prince among gods.

Each day he hung around town centres watching for people who were gullible enough to trust a nine year old. There were many and so he grew to know how to steal but still every few weeks someone would notice him and he ran from them. He couldn't be helped, who would want him? He was simply a street thief who didn't even know his own name. No one would want

One day he was following an old woman, she had food on her and his stomach was empty and growling constantly. He felt weak with hunger and his vision blurred but he knew he had to follow this woman to survive. Still his conscience bugged him, this woman was old and maybe she needed the food. But no, he had to survive, wasn't that the point of being alive? He followed her deep into an alleyway and she stood there for a few seconds, head bowed before a stature. The towns people had called it a memorial, a war memorial of a day when a man made them bow before him and killed all who would not listen. The thought of this chilled the boy to his core how broken must that man have been. The old woman laid down flowers on top of the memorial and walked off not noticing the young boy cowering in the shadows.

As she passed him a man jumped from the shadows. He held a crowbar and smashed it over the woman's back. As she lay there the man frantically grabbed her purse and then ran without a second look. Loki ran to the woman and saw that she was conscious; she had a small cut above her eye where she had been struck by the ground but apart from that she was fine. The boy leapt up and sprinted after the man. The man twisted and turned down the darkened streets but the boy knew where the man was going, there was only one place for a criminal in these parts and the boy had frequented it often enough to know it. The boy ran a different route, cutting corners sprinting, his uncut hair flying behind him. He finally reached the mouth of another alley and climbed up the building next to him. He saw the man enter the alley panting and sweating but pleased he had shaken off all persuaders. As the man began to look in the woman's purse the boy leapt down, grabbed the purse and ran off.

Around the corner he waited for a second deciding. Should he take the money and buy the sustaining food that it would give him? Or should he do the right thing and give it to the woman? There was a reason why it was called the right reason but even a lifetime of hell is hard to battle on a stomach as empty as the boys was. He sighed and ran off back to the woman.

She was sitting where he had left her, her head in her hands weeping softly at the loss of her possessions.

"Ma'am" he coughed, his voice was un used and hoarse,

"Ma'am I have your purse" the woman turned to see the grimy street boy with muddied black hair, far too skinny plastered with rain sweat and a fair few tears

His clothes which had once hung off him now were all too tight around him showing where he had grown. But beneath it all she could see a pair of emerald eyes looking at her. The eyes were what struck her the most. The boy couldn't have been more than ten but his eyes looked like he had seen eons pass by. She dried her eyes quickly and smiled at the boy.

"Thank you, young man. What's your name?" the boy shifted uncomfortably

"I don't know ma'am. My father never told me and my mother didn't live long enough to give me one"

"Well that will never do!" She smiled at the boy and was pleased when he returned a hesitant smile. "Do you know of any names you like?" the boy shook his head mutely "Do you know I feel as if I've seen you somewhere before" she saw the look of panic that crossed his face and the way he curled his thin body inwards as if waiting for a strike. What could this little boy have been through she wondered to have such an extreme reaction. Now that she thought of it he did look incredibly thin. "Come sit here young man and have some of this bread. It really is the best you can get around here"

His eyes lit up and he cautiously grabbed the piece she proffered. It went down hi throat in three gulps and he looked downwards, annoyed at himself for not making it last longer

"My oh my you are hungry" He nodded not trusting himself to speak for fear of whimpering

"Have the loaf" The boy looked at her in wide eyed astonishment

"Why?" he did not take the proffered food but simply stared at it in longing

"Because by the look of you you're going to need it more than I do." She smiled again as the boy took the loaf, holding it reverently as if it was his salvation which in a way it was

She stared up at the stars which seemed so familiar to her and so unfamiliar she noticed the boy gazing at her as well.

"Where do they go? In the daytime I mean. It looks like they live for only the night but that can't be true. Nothing lives only for the dark"

"Have you ever been to school?" the boy shook his head downcast

"My father didn't approve of it and then when I left I had no time for it. I know that they are called stars that they are balls of gas and I know that sometimes they explode"

"They don't disappear the earth spins round and then we just can't see them for a little bit. Because the suns so bright you see? They're often talked about in mythology one story says that we are all ruled by one planet which looks to us as a star its art is so bright. Their names escape me but I do remember a couple of names. The king was Odin, a cruel man who had little time for anyone who was not the same as him. The oldest son was Thor an exact replicate of Odin but kinder and wiser however the younger brother was different. He wished and longed for attention but he never got it compared to Thor. Eventually he had to show Thor what he would do to win affection"

At that moment the woman's phone rang and she picked it up "What is it Nick? Maybe, would he remember? Okay get the team own here as soon as you can" She turned back to the boy

"I'm very sorry, I have to go, work calls."

"Please wait, what was the younger brother's name?"

"His name was Loki" the boy felt something deep within his chest click at that name. It felt right.

"Can I use that name please?" The woman nodded smiling

"But remember, his story didn't end happily"

The boy smiled up at her "But I believe that a story that is finished before its written is worth more than a story that is lived. Unless you could change the ending of the first"

The woman smiled wider than she had in a long time "Well good luck then Loki. I hope to see you soon"

So this is the first chapter done. Please review etc. If you ask a question relevant (or not) to the story I will strive to answer it unless it will ruin the story line.

-Stella