A/N: Yeah this was going to be a one-shot, but it's more going to be a 3 chapter deal. I have it almost done, but I wanna go to sleep and I promised jakiratsenekazu that I would have something up by tonight. So here's part 1.

Loki was not too happy about going to Midgard that day. Thor had dragged him along on this trip to fight some trolls that had wandered into Midgard. He was eager to impress the Midgardians with his battle prowess and win their adoration. Though Loki did enjoy the worship of the Midgardians, they rarely praised his name. After all it was Thor who vanquished the trolls, Loki merely stood on the sidelines and bore witness to his brother's deeds. Occasionally he would lay a prank for one of the mortals to stumble across, but they did not seem to appreciate his tricks. Even when he participated in the battle, the people would be more impressed with Thor's physical prowess than Loki's illusion magic and deceptions.

This was why Loki was wandering by himself about the town that day. He had bewitched his Asgardian armor to match that of the Midargian's garb so that he would not be noticed. He felt like observing the small town while Thor did battle. Most of the citizenry had already left to gaze upon the fabled god fight a dreaded enemy, hoping to gain favor with the heavens, such as mortals do when confronted with power. It was tiresome to deal with sometimes.

Loki was looking about for a chicken to enchant to lay green eggs filled with milk when he was suddenly pushed to the ground by a boy running past. The boy fell on top of him, and was making it difficult to push himself up.

"Watch your path you foolish boy!" Loki shouted as the other rolled off of him. The boy had about the same appearance in age as Loki (though Loki knew he was much older), about eighteen or so in Midgardian years. The boy's sleeve was ripped, showing an array of bruises and cuts going up and down the limb. Judging from the careful way he moved, Loki guessed that his other limbs matched. The most striking was the large dirty cloth wrapped around the boys head, completely covering his right eye.

"There he is." A loud gruff voice panted from further down the road. Three slightly older boys stood at the end, pointing at Loki and the boy. "Looks like he found a friend."

"I don't think he's from around here?"

"Well then, let's give him a warm welcome, shall we?"

The boy pushed himself to his feet and pulled Loki up by his arm. He pushed Loki's back and motioned him forward. "Come on, run!"

The boy took off ahead of him, and Loki followed. He was certain that he could contend against a few Midgardian boys in battle, however he had yet to be threatened by one. He was curious how this would turn out.

The three chased the pair to a large old tree in an open green field at the edge of town. The boy was panting and Loki made show of the same, though he could have ran for much longer. It was only a matter of seconds before the trio approached. The boy who pulled him stepped in front of Loki in an effort to protect him.

"You done running?" The middle boy asked. The one next to Loki nodded, to out of breath to speak. "Good, who is your friend here?"

"I am a traveler," Loki explained, reciting the story he wrote while they ran, "merely passing through when he ran into me."

"Well then, traveller, I'm sure you know about our taxes."

"Taxes?"

"Yeah, taxes. See this town is favorite of the gods. In fact we have the mighty Thor here right now fighting off some trolls, and we're going to need all the money we can to prepare him a big feast, to show our thanks. You understand don't you? Now give us all you got."

Loki let out a small laugh. "You need not feed that oaf. He shall only turn around and feast again at Odin's table retelling the story of his conquest. I can tell you for a fact that he is only in this pitiful hovel because there is a battle to be had, not for any assumed favoritism. He would see this town fall if there was no glory to be had in saving it!"

This made the middle boy give Loki a swift punch across his face. The other two boys pushed Loki and his companion up against the tree and held them there.

"You should not speak of the gods like that," he punched Loki in the stomach. "You might just incur their wrath."

Loki let out another laugh at this statement, this one longer and deeper than the first. "The wrath of the gods? Which god would dare?" With the slight tilt of his head the boy in front of him flew backwards, landing in a puff of sand. A twist of the wrist and the two boys restraining him and his companion joined their leader. As they stood to run, Loki held up a hand to them. In response the ground beneath them became loose and they sank down till their hearts were level with the ground. "I am Loki, son of Odin! You should learn your place, mortal."

The trio were obviously beginning to panic as the gravity of their situation was upon them. They looked to Loki to be trying to beg for forgiveness, but he would have none of that. "What was that you said earlier? About incurring the wrath of the gods? It seems that you have incurred by wrath by your actions. Begone from my sight." Loki dropped his hand and the trio were dragged into the depths of the earth so fast they did not even have time to shout before the ground overtook them.

Smiling at his work, Loki turned to look at his companion. He was sitting on the ground, back to the tree, trying his best not to look directly at Loki.

"What is your name boy?" Loki asked once he stood in front of him.

"...Erik." He replied, his head still turned away from Loki.

"Look at me." The boy hesitated, but he complied. Loki kneeled down to be at eye level with him. "Well Erik, you pushed me down in the town, I was beaten because of you. Anything to say for yourself?"

"...Are they alright? The three who were chasing us."

Loki smiled at his concern. "You worry about your enemy? Pay them no mind, they should resurface at the other side of town by sunset. They shall be alive, though I know not why you give them your pity."

Erik look relieved. "They do not deserve to die just for chasing us."

"They did more than chase, boy, they beat, they struck and hurt. I can see your wounds. Are they the ones who injured your eye?"

The boy's hand subconsciously went to his covered eye. "That was an accident. They did not mean to…"

"They took it out, didn't they? My father's eye is also gone, I can tell your's is the same." Loki took off the cloth to look at the damage for himself. The area around the eye was scarred from what looked like a blade, the eye itself had been taken out, likely damaged beyond repair. The socket lay barren and dark.

"They called it a tribute to Odin."

"They sacrificed your eye to my father?" Loki looked down in disgust. "I am certain he would not approve. The cowards could not even muster the courage to pay him honor themselves."

"It was not like that. I … The talked me into it."

"I may like tricks and pranks, but not like this. This was curel." Loki stood up. "But that matters not. You still knocked me down and caused me to be beaten. It's time for your punishment." Loki raised his hand towards the boy.

Erik closed his eye, seeming to be preparing himself for the worst. Loki laughed at this and sent out a light green smoke to softly envelop the boy. Everywhere the smoke touched it healed. Within minutes each and every cut and bruise on Erik had vanished. Once Erik realized that retaliation was not coming he opened his eye and noticed he was alone. He stood up and instantly noticed that the aching pain in his limbs was gone. Looking at he healed flesh, he did not notice when Loki approached him with a smooth clay ball in his hands.

"You healed me?" Erik asked, looking confused at Loki.

"You tried to protect me. And what kind of god would I be if I punished someone who was trying to defend me? Here, I have one more gift for you. Close your eye."

Erik complied and Loki put the clay ball over the empty socket. Erik shuddered as a bolt of magic surged through him, but it was not too much for him. Just as Loki expected the clay had vanished from his hand. Erik fell to the ground once the magic left him, Loki guessed that he was not prepared for the shock.

Erik opened his eyes slowly trying to regain his footing so that he could stand. The world looked slightly different and he could not place how. Erik began to rub his eyes when suddenly he felt it. His eye was back. He closed each eye, experimenting with his sight like he did not believe it.

"You healed my eye?" Erik turned to Loki. "This is truly a miracle!" Erik turned around the field like he was looking for something. Loki guessed he wanted a mirror and with a wave of his hand a pool of water appeared in the air in front of Erik for him to look at his completed face.

Loki stood beside him. Erik looked slightly taken aback that his new eye was the same shade of emerald green as Loki's while his original eye was as crystal clear blue as Thor's, but the change in color seemed to bother him little.

"You can tell the townspeople that you are favored of the son of Odin. Your eye is the mark."

"Thank you, Loki. I will find some way to repay you. Just you wait."

Loki could not help but be amused at this. How could a simple mortal repay him. What a foolish notion. "Farewell, Erik."

"Farewell, Loki." He replied and Loki vanished, returning to Thor's side to return to Asgard, hearing all about the battle against the trolls from Thor.

A/N: Next part tomorrow guys! Thanks for reading and please let me know how I did.