Note: I do not own any of the story lines or characters beside my OC's, anything Marvel related rightfully belongs to them. I hope you guys enjoy!Prologue
Loki has just learned that he isn't Odin's real son. Odin explains the story to Loki then after the two argue, Odin falls into the Odinsleep. The guards take the king away, leaving Loki in the chamber, alone.
After all these years of lies, I finally learn the truth. How could he? How could he keep this from me, from everyone, except Mother? After the millions of times that she told me she loved me, how could she not have told me? Father- no, I can't even call him that now… That man raised me as his own, with intentions of using me. Why… WHY? Why didn't he do it sooner? Just give me up to my own kind? I can't stand this… this man who I've known as my father my entire life.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHG!" With a yell, he collapsed on his knees, tears stinging his eyes. The amount of information was too much for him.
"Loki? Brother, are you alright? I heard your scream from down the corridor…" Said Thor, his adoptive brother. "Oh, look who came to save the day! The God of Thunder. Thor, the perfect son!" said Loki, still kneeling on the ground with scorn dripping from his voice. "I don't understand what you're getting at, brother…" said Thor. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." interrupted Loki. "Call you what? My brother?" asked Thor. "That's right, you don't know," said Loki with a mischievous smile, slowly getting up, "I'm not your brother, in fact, we aren't even slightly related! I was taken by your father-""Our father!" Thor interjected; "to be raised as his own, all for peace between Jotunheim and Asgard!" said Loki, now screaming at Thor. "No… you're my brother, blood-related or not. Everything will be okay, we'll sort this out. Just please calm down." "Yes everything will be okay, OKAY FOR YOU! There's nothing wrong with you, there never could be, you're the perfect one and you know it! Ever since we were little you were treated differently than I, Mother and Father loved you more than me. Everyone did! I wanted to be just like you, but I was always left in your shadow. I resented you Thor. You had everything… I. Had. Nothing. Nothing!" Loki was furious; he walked passed Thor before he could reply. He headed straight to the Bifrost, not saying a word to anyone. "Loki? Loki! Stop it, what are you planning to achieve by storming off?" asked Thor, running after Loki. "Don't you get it by now? I'm going back, back where I belong." Not stopping, he told the gatekeeper to get him to Jotunheim. "I won't allow this. You must stop now." said Thor, now blocking the path. "And what will you do if I don't?" Loki spat threateningly. "Whatever I must."
Loki had his staff in hand and swung at Thor with all his might, knocking him down. "I need to do this, brother. I have to." With that, he went into the dome. "I do not wish to fight, I only think about your safety. You're angry and are making rash decisions that you will regret." said Thor, with Mjolnir now in hand. "Don't stop me Thor; this won't end well for you or me." Thor grabbed Loki's shoulder and turned him around. "Look at me; you can't go through with this." Loki swatted his hand away, "I don't need your help!" He punched Thor in the jaw, making his stumble. "Fight me! You coward!" yelled Loki. Thor took Mjolnir and aimed it at Loki. Thor threw the hammer as hard as he could into Loki's stomach, knocking him into the gatekeeper making him turn the key inside the raised lock, opening the wrong portal. Loki got up; the portal had a strong suction to it. He lost his footing and fell. Slowly getting sucked in, Loki tried frantically grabbing something to hold onto but to no avail. The portal sucked in Loki and sent him to Midgard.
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Chapter 1
Something went wrong. Dreadfully wrong.
He woke up in a dank alley, surrounded by plastic bags filled with waste. It smelled terrible where he laid. His almost nude body was covered in dirt and these obnoxious buzzing things flew around his head, landing in random places on his body. He stood, dazed and confused. It all felt like an odd dream to him; as if something was missing, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. A sharp pain formed on his temples, he stumbled over to a wall to support himself. "I need help." he thought aloud.
It was dark, most likely very early morning. The sky gradually started getting lighter, turning into a pale shade of grey. He walked out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, not noticing the jogger headed straight for him. "Oof! Ouch… Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, are you hurt? I didn't see you standing there, I'm so clumsy…" the woman helped the estranged man up. "I think I'll be alright… Accidents happen." he brushed himself off and looked at the woman with a smile and slight laugh. "Do you mind me asking why you have barely any clothes on?" the woman asked quizzically. He had almost forgotten, "Oh, well… to tell you the truth, I honestly don't know why. Could you help me? Find some clothes and such?" he asked as if this has happened before. Surprised, she kindly accepted, "But, I don't know your name… I'm Crissie by the way. What's yours?" He stiffened, what was his name? He searched his brain for anything related to a name or alias. "I-I… uh, I don't know exactly…" he scratched his head and looked away in embarrassment. What man doesn't even know his own name? "Well, until you remember it, we can come up with one. Come with me, I'll take you back to my apartment."
As they were walking, she asked him about what he did remember about himself. He told her of how he woke up in the alley with no memory. "And then, here we are. Where exactly are we?" he asked, completely serious. "We are in wonderful New York City." she replied with a smile. "This is the first I've heard of it. What's it like here?" he asked intrigued. "Pretty flashy if you go to Times Square, but we're right outside of that. It's like any other place really," Crissie answered, "Ope! Here we are, home sweet home." "Wow, this is a huge building! You've got it all to yourself?" he asked excitedly. "No no silly, I only have one little part of it. It has an amazing view of the city!" she said opening the door. "Oh, that's still interesting, I guess." he replied quietly. As they waited for the elevator to take them to the 10th floor, Crissie started thinking of a name to call her new friend by. "Hmm, what about Peter?" she said looking at him. "Pardon?" "For your name, how about Peter?" "I don't like it, it doesn't feel right." He said. "Well, what do you want your name to start with?" she asked, thinking hard. "Um, a 'T'. I quite like T's." he said, narrowing it down. "Okay then! T names, T names, T names… Terry?" They stepped onto the elevator and presses the '10' button. "No." "Theodore!" "Nah." "Ted?" "Ehh, more creative or interesting" "Tyler?" "Ew." "You think of one then!" "Hmm, Thomas? Or Tom, for short." "That's a pretty good name. This is our floor by the way." "Alright then, Crissie, I am now Tom. It has a nice ring to it don't you think?" he asked, proud of his new name. "Yes." Crissie blushed and stared down the long hallway. "1002, 1004, 1006, 1008, 1010… 1012. Finally, come in. Make yourself at home, Tom."
