A/N: This takes place AFTER Thor 2. I'm not 100% sure how I'm going to write this but I can sure try!

Instant Crush

Some sort of sixth sense washed over him as he watched the Asgardians in their Sunday's best come into the giant hall where Court was held. He looked around nervously. He had never felt such a pull in his chest. Something about it just wasn't right. Luckily, he was still in the shadows. He pulled the eye patch over his right eye out of the way so he could properly survey the hall. Nothing seemed amiss but he could feel it, almost smell it. Something bad was in the works, and no one knew tricks or mayhem like he did. No one in all of the realms, but he couldn't see what was coming.

#

The frigid wind almost whipped her beanie off as she tried to duck her head against the cold air. Winter had fully set in on New York two point oh, as she liked to call it. She and Jane had moved back to states after the terror of Greenwich was over and sorted. She longed to be back in New Mexico, but that damned God of Mischief had completely burned her town to the ground before even thinking of New York. She had hated him for it for over a year. Then after the whole thing overseas happened, and Jane had informed her that he helped save her, did she even begin to think about forgiving him. She hadn't of course, but with all that had happened to her in her life how could she. He was a master of lies and deceit, even if he did help Jane, he probably had his own twisted motives. Her mind kept flashing to the incident in New Mexico. Replaying his horrid laughter though her mind and all of the destruction making her not able to think so she ran into a street light as she walked.

"What. The. Fuck. Ugh. I would do that." She spat lifting a gloved hand to her nose. She pulled it away quickly as she felt something warm seeping though the knitted material. Blood. Of course, there would be blood. "Are you kidding me?! Where is Jane when I need her?" Mumbling to herself she moved back into the center of the sidewalk and looked around for some where she could get a napkin, a coffee, and warm again.

It was another ten blocks to her tiny uptown apartment. She hardly ever took the subway the whole way from the downtown SHIELD agency. Sitting and being jostled around that much and for that long made her nauseous. So she got off about half way and walked the rest. Her reverie of looking for a coffee shop on this block was interrupted by a gentle shake of her shoulder and a soft "hey." She snapped her head up, which was a stupid move because she got very lightheaded and swayed. Long, well manicured fingers grabbed her as she leaned to the right.

In the bustle of the streets of Midtown a week before Valentine's Day, her world stopped. The person that had stopped her daydreaming and her falling over looked her in the face. Her gloved hand still covered her nose even though her glove had now went from blue to blue and red. But it was intense green eyes that brought her back to reality for sure. The man wrapped his arm around her and in a daze she was steered into the shop that was directly behind her. He sat her at a table in the corner right by the window and said something that she didn't exactly hear. She was too lost on the eyes that were picking her apart again as he was handed a napkin and sat opposite of her and pulled away her hand.

"Hello, you alright? I watched you walk into that pole. Looks like it hurt." His voice was like molten chocolate. Soft and deep with a hint of sadness and wonder. He reached up and gently wiped her nose. She winced at the pain. She was certain that it would be bruised and she'd have a black eye.

"Yea, I'll be alright. I'll just tell people I got in a fight at the bar. It's not like they wouldn't believe me." She scoffed wincing more as she spoke. Maybe she should go get her nose looked at.

"Do you want a coffee or anything? You look like you need it" He asked shyly. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him. His hair hung to his shoulders in light waves and those eyes. Something about them made her uneasy, yet so sure about everything. She nodded slowly. He got up and came back shortly with a coffee in hand for her. She mindlessly picked it up and drank it black. She just couldn't figure out why he was so familiar and so foreign at the same time. She didn't notice that as soon as he sat the coffee down, he left. She was about to say something but snapped her head up in time to notice he wasn't there to talk to. She looked at the table and started to search around her for any sign of him leaving his number. No such luck for her.

#

An eerie calm had settled among the court. He still could not figure out what unsettled him like this. He was always sure-footed and ready. This, though, was uncharted territory. He could not see through the plan of what was happening. His perception was fogged.

Without hesitation, he walked out to greet his people. Yes, he liked the sound of that. His people. They had no idea that their precious All-Father was just a charade now. He would like to keep it that way. Except to Thor. That was to throw him off his game. No one knew that he hadn't killed Odin, just sent him into an eternal void, like he did to him. In that moment, he looked up from his thoughts in front of his people, for a moment forgetting where he was.

That's when there was crackle in the air and a blunt force to his left temple. As he fell to the floor trying his hardest to hold on to the illusion, he heard the scramble of hundreds of feet and a few screams. He didn't know what was happening but his facade faded and his eyes drifted closed.

#

She finished her coffee and took the subway the rest of the way home. It was dark now and the sidewalk was just not where she wanted to be as she turned the events of earlier in her mind. She was a klutz and she had made a total ass of herself by saying that he cover was going to be a bar fight. It was sad that her friends would believe that over the truth. She had dealt with that forever. No one ever believed her truths, so she resorted to lying just to be left alone. She thought about something Thor had said about his deranged brother being a liar and how his lying now was more than ever because as kids he mostly just played jokes on them with his whole "God of Mischief and Lies" business. She honestly tried not to lie, but after so long you begin to believe your own lies. She knew how Loki felt in that moment. Lying so much that you begin to lose yourself.

She shook her head. No way would she compare herself to that monster. Even if they did share a few traits. She heard her stop over the intercom and left the train. The night was crisp and it had started snowing. She sighed. She wished she had gotten the guy's name. She wished she was back in New Mexico in the sun. While New York fitted her personality, it did nothing for her mood. She slammed the door of her apartment a little too roughly causing a few photographs on the wall to rattle.

It was so frustrating to her that she always sold herself short. She loved working with Jane but it had nothing related to her degree involved. If Thor hadn't shown up and crazy things hadn't started happening, she would have even wrote it off as boring. She flung herself on to her bed and held her composure about the day long enough to grab and pillow and bury her face in it.

#

"Brother? Please, be alive. You may be a terrible person but you're my brother. Loki, awake! Please." Thor's voice resounded in his ears but everything was still black. His head throbbed. What had happened? He felt something wet hit his hand. Why did Thor have to be such an oaf. Crying over him. Crazy mortal lover. He tried to shake his head but just got pain. "Brother? Do my eyes fail me or did I see you stir?"

"Thor. Why do you cry over me?" His voice sound rasp and he tried opening his eyes but they wouldn't move.

"Ah, you live! It is not I crying. It is Lady Jane. She cries for what would have been a great loss." At this his eyes fluttered open. He snatched his hand away from where Jane sat and looked at it. Blue. He hadn't just lost his Odin cover, but his Asgardian one. He heard a small gasp from Jane but paid it no mind.

"Stop crying over me. I am far more formidable than you may think." He sighed trying to get the pain in his head to go away and to slip back into his Asgardian skin. It wouldn't change though. He remained blue. "Thor. What happened? Why is my magic not working?" He turned to look at his adopted brother.

"You were ambushed. Nobody knows by whom, or for what reason, but when you got hit, something happened to your magic. We are not sure what, but Father came back very furious and banished you immediately to Midgard. So here you are." Thor's voice was small, well as small as Thor's loud mouth could get. He had always hated how loud his brother was. "Father also said that I needed to go back to Asgard when you awoke. He needed to make sure that all of your magic wasn't working. He's giving you the kindness of making you look human so that you don't scare the natives." Thor's throaty laugh rang through the room. It annoyed him. He wished they'd just leave him to his own demise.