What if there was a cause for Loki´s actions. What if he did it for another? This is my story and I alone choose how the story takes place, but the battle and stuff is still the same. I Hope you like it.

Warning: this is my first Fanfic. English is not my first language so please just ignore minor mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Loki loved his children and one in particular, not because he was a bad father but because she was the only real child. Her name was Lyra Lokidaughter and she was very beautiful. Her mother was a Midgardian healer whom Loki had given immortality. Loki had loved her very dearly but she had died shortly after giving birth.

They was under attack. Everywhere you looked, there was chaos and in the middle of that, a little girl was born. Her mother knew that they did not have much time left. She wrapped the child in her cloak and placed her in a cabin. The little girl did not cry but looked up at her mother with bright emerald green eyes. The woman closed the cabin door. When the enemies came, she greeted death with a smile knowing that her baby was save.

Loki was running as fast as possibly towards the palace, striking down every enemy in his way. They had reached the palace, this could not be happening. He found his way through the small corridors. A small group of men with a greedy look on their faces walked towards him. He saw the blood on their hands and with one streak of green light, they was turned into a smoking stain on the floor. He entered his room very slowly terrified for his lover's life, and there she was laying cold on the floor soaked in red. No, this was not right, it could not be. Tears fell from his eyes but then he heard a sound a small wimp coming from the cabin. He opened the cabin door and saw the cause of the sound, a beautiful little girl with emerald green eyes, Loki whispered into her ear "we are going to make it you and I, together".

Loki was not able to see her often. Trapped on a magical island bound never too be seen or touched, she lived in loneliness.

Lyra had never met her mother but her father always told stories of her kind nature. As her mother, Lyra was kind and caring. As a 5 year old, she helped in the infirmary. She had inherited her father's head and was wise beyond her years, magic came easy to her as to her father, she could already make a protecting spell, and a few healing spells.

The tragedy started when she was seven, a gang of boys a few years older than her was chasing her. Even though she was so caring, she still did not have many friends, they mocked her because of her father. She was beginning to be tired and she did not have the energy to keep going. "Is it not the liesmith´s daughter?" Lyra wimped in fear and then everything froze, literally froze, the boys stepped back in fear and chock and ran like mad men towards the castle.

-Loki?

-Yes father

-You child is a danger to Asgard and is to be banished for eternity

-No! You cannot do such ting

-I am the king and I do as I please

The island was lonely but very beautiful. You arrive on a beach, walk a little path to a wooden cabin, behind the cabin is a wonderful little forest, and a small garden with pink, yellow and blue flowers, the last thing is a vegetables patch with carrots and other vegetables. Here Lyra had lived happily in 300 years, but that would soon change.

I know it is short. But the next chapters will be longer