Yep, completely obsessed with Thor now, and like most everyone else, I have fallen for Loki :3 so here is the result of that obsession, I hope you enjoy it. And please give any feedback you have, I greatly appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Thor franchise, movie or comic wise
"I could have done it, father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"
"No, Loki."
After all he had done, he still couldn't be accepted. Didn't father realize that the only way to rid the threat of attack by the Jotuns was to destroy them? But once again his brother had beaten him -despite all his planning, despite all his magic- Thor outshone him. And father was siding with Thor yet again, despite him being the cause of all this trouble. He couldn't bear to be the second best, the afterthought. He wouldn't accept this failure, oh no, not this one. Not in front of all of Asgard. And especially not from Thor. There was nothing left for him to do but let go.
He felt the force of the collapsing Bifrost pull him, dragging him into directly into Yggdrasil. His body was pulled in different directions, he had to concentrate all his magic in maintaining his form just to keep himself from being pulled apart to every corner of the nine realms. However this wouldn't last over, he felt the last remnants of his power drain away. He had to get to set a particular path. Only one place came to mind. He drew the last of his magic and sent that energy towards Earth. His body was drawn into the influx of new energy and he shot through the Yggdrasil, past the other realms. Exhaustion hit him even before he began his descent into Earth. That only made impact more painful.
Every bone in his body felt as though they were jarred out of place. Dust swirled around him in a thick cloud, but it had already begun to clear away. He stood up, although every molecule strained against this movement. He couldn't stay lying in the dirt, so he struggled to his feet, feeling his body tremble slightly. A crushing pain still resided in his chest where the Mjollnir had lain. His hand instinctually went to his chest, but he quickly put it back to his body's side, as he stood tall.
His eyes surveyed the desolate landscape, taking in every detail as it was secured in his memory. He wasn't in New Mexico, or at least not where Thor was exiled too. The land was flat all around him, but dry almost gray grass laid low to the ground. He took a step forward, however he nearly fell over. He gritted his teeth, he would just have to stand and rest for a while. That only worsened his predicament, for now he had nothing to preoccupy his mind. And as the battle replayed and replayed in his mind, his fingers gradually curled into fists. He should have won that fight, everything was planned out. But brawn had beaten him, he couldn't match his brother's power.
He just wasn't powerful enough. He smirked. Not yet, anyway. And wouldn't it be marvelous, to use the realm of Thor's salvation to seal his downfall. Loki felt some strength return to him, not enough to set his plans into action, but enough to allow him to walk forward. Yes, things were beginning to turn in the God's of Mischief favor.