Alright. It's midway through the work week, and I'm only starting this now. Oh dear, oh dear boy am I late LOL. I'm starting with the usual. Hello everyone. This is my first Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok. I welcome all of you that know my style of writing and those who are new to me. I don't own any of this, not the anime, not the manga, or Norse mythology.

I'm going to start with the warnings. This is a very very dark fic. Yes, I'm back on the darkness again. I do not find any stratification in child abuse in any form. In fact, I write these types of stories to vent. I think those who abuse a child should be tortured and shot therefore I'm going to torture those people through words instead of actions. There will be a happy ending don't worry.

Now, as for the notes, I have not read the manga version of this story. I can't find it translated anywhere and the only manga I have is the first two volumes of the sequel to the anime and very frustrated that there isn't more. I'm in love with the anime though. I'm going to mention some things from Norse Mythology that I got through the notes on the DVD's and my lovely mythology book. If there is something you don't understand that I don't explain very well, please feel free to ask. I'll apology now if that happens, and I'll answer any questions at the beginning of the following chapter.

Okay. And finally, I know Loki is an evil, cunning god, but I really love his character in the anime. So he'll be caring like he is in the anime. Thank you for letting me rant. I'm going to get started with the chapter. There are no warnings in this chapter.

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Chapter One

When the world is cruel one could always find kindness amidst the shadows threatening to swallow one alive. I may be one that receives my magic from darkness, but evil is not what I intend to be. Such a cruel fate to always be referred to as an evil god, however, I am not the evil that threatens this world. I may be a prankster, but I've never harmed anyone. I can understand someone wishing for my head, but to be banished was a fate so cruel it rivaled death. I would prefer death, but I knew that my children wouldn't survive without me. I didn't understand why Odin would banish me to Earth. Why did he despise me?

I would have been fine if he would have just closed the door on me, but he reverted me to a child form. A defenseless little child that had no memories or power to speak of. The first few years were the worst of my long life. To this day, I swore Odin personally delivered me to a place worse than Hell. There's no other way of describing it. I remember that day as clearly as if it were happening right now.

I was enjoying life in Asgard. Planning my next prank. Doing absolutely nothing that would grant me banishment. I remembered that I was finally going to see my daughter, Hel. I shamefully admit that I wasn't the best father, but I vowed to change that. I wanted her to become part of the family with my other two sons, Fenrir and Midgardsormr. I was even granted a special audience with the Norn sisters that would help me talk to Hell, but I never made it there. I shouldn't have waited so long to go see Hel. I should have done more to help my children.

When I watched another sunrise peeking over the horizon to start a new day, I knew something was occurring. I had that feeling. The usual gods that joined me on the edge of the clouds weren't there. I brushed it off as a strange occurrence and walked back to where I usually sat among the clouds and flowers. It seemed such an odd place for an evil god, as I've been labeled, but I loved the smell of the flowers. It always brought peace to my mind. Sitting, on a stone like chair, I went over everything I wanted to say not only to the Norn's, but to Hel. I didn't know what she would say to my sudden appearance in Niflheim, and waiting to be apart of her life.

The mid-morning light shined down on me, knocking me from my thoughts. I was just about to walk over to the Norn's dwelling place when a sudden darkness engulfed me. "Loki," a deep voice boomed through the area. The world faded into the background and was replaced by a swirling of blurred images.

Sighing, I recognized that voice. Apparently one of my pranks wasn't too liked by one of the gods. Now to only figure out which one. "Odin, what brings you before my presence on this fine morning?" I politely asked with enough sarcasm to become obvious even to the unintelligent.

"From this point forward you are hereby banished from the world of the gods. No more will you be welcomed among us and will remain for the rest of your life trapped among the humans you loved."

"Banished? But, why? You're banishing me to the world of human kind. Why are you doing this to me, Odin? I swear I'll be back. I'll make it back to Asgard. I swear it." I vowed as his powers pushed me out of the world of the gods and onto Earth. He never answered me. To this day I still don't know why he banished me. I'm sure that none of my pranks deemed a banishment for a punishment. Odin had never been like this. I felt horrible because not only would I never be able to see my children again, but Hel would never know that I was concerned for her and Fenrir and Midgardsormr would remained trapped in the cold mountains and at the pits of the ocean.

From this point until a few months later, I didn't remember Asgard or being a god. I awoke in a dark alleyway of some strange world that I had no recollection of any of it. My body felt tingly, but not hurt in anyway. I looked down at myself. The red jacket I wore was three sizes too big. The sleeves fell over my hands by at least a foot. The black pants weren't in any better shape. I couldn't understand why I would be wearing clothes that were too big for me.

I struggled to get up, but every motion was tangled in the clothes. Taking the jacket off, I realized that the short-sleeve white shirt underneath was better. The sleeves came a little passed my elbows. Looking at my hands for the first time, I felt as if they weren't mine. Something inside of me knew something was wrong. I took the tie off and knotted it around my waist. It was enough to keep my pants up, but the long legs were still a problem. Every step I made pulled on the pants, and I crashed into the trashcans that lined this small alleyway. If I pulled them up, it only lasted a few steps.

Grunting in annoyance, I tried looking in the trashcan for anything that would tie my pant legs up or even a smaller pair of pants. Finding nothing, I decided to kick the pants off and use the tie to make a belt around the long shirt. I must have looked like an abandoned child, but I knew no better. I couldn't remember my name or even how I got there.

Creeping out to the end of the alleyway, I glanced around the area. People were everywhere not only walking around, but standing outside of stores and in vehicles. The town was busy, and it bothered me. I found the dark, abandon alleyway more comforting than the hustle and bustle of the city. Even with the fears I felt, I knew that I wouldn't find answers remaining in the shadows.

Taking a few steps out, I captured a few people's gazes, but none approached me. Some probably didn't want to get involved while others didn't notice me. Feeling more comfortable, I walked down the street, looking for clues to my missing memories. Everything was in a strange language that I was surprisingly able to read. So I knew I must have been native to this land, but I still felt out of place. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I noticed that I didn't look at all like all these people walking around. The reflection was a mystery as well. I didn't recognize myself at all. Not my ash blond hair or my glowing green eyes. "Loki," I whispered. I didn't know where that word came from, but it sounded like a name or a place. Figuring it was a name more than a place, I continued walking down the street. I didn't know what I was looking for, but the farther I walked, the more strange looks I received.

I turned right and stepped onto the road. A car's horn sounded while everyone screamed. "Hey, kid," someone shouted as I was pulled up and back onto the sidewalk. "You can't cross when the light is green. Jeeze, kid." The man set me down on the ground and walked away, not even paying attention to how I looked. He spoke in a language for which my mind sounded as if it was translating because I heard two types of sentences each in a different language, but each I understood. Could it be that I'm a foreigner and just happen to be in this country? I felt around my head, but there was no bump or anything to indicate head trauma. Maybe I really didn't have memories. I found that difficult to believe.

I glanced up at the light and watched it turn red. The crowd around me moved. I walked with them and got on the other side of the street. Various smells reached me as I stared up at the bakery. I didn't feel hungry, however, something was alluring about the smells. "Oh, dear, are you lost, little boy?" a soft voice asked. I looked up at the elder woman, standing by the door.

"I'm not sure."

"I bet you're parents are worried. The police station is a block down the road. I can't leave the store to help you, but it's within sight. If you go there, I'm sure they can help you." She handed me a piece of bread and pushed me down the street.

I didn't understand what she meant by a police station, but she did say they could help me. I bit into the warm bread. It tasted wonderful and eased the pain in my gut. Perhaps I was hungry, but the feeling was new to me. I saw what had to be the police station in the distance. People wearing all the same thing stood outside of it or were walking in and out of the building. I was about to take another few steps when someone's arms wrapped around me. A hand sealed my lips. They dragged me into a nearby alleyway. I heard two people chuckling behind me as I struggled to get away from them. I knew that they couldn't be trying to help me. "He'll give us a fortune. Bring the car around," I heard one of them say. I felt something hit the back of my head before my body fell limp, and the world turned black. Thus starting the punishment worse than death, banishment, or Hell.

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I hope that's okay. I worked for several days on this chapter to perfect it. LOL I think I took the longest getting the facts straight. The next chapter should be out sometime this weekend. I need a few days to clean it up. I'll try to get it out as fast as possible. Thank you all for reading please review. I hope you join me in chapter two.

Angel Dove