Authors Note:

Okay so this my first time ever writing any fanfiction! i am extremely nervous to publish this. But reviews are always welcomed to help me out. I guess i have to say i dont own anything really except my OC. Enjoy!

They Blossom in the winter.

Chapter One

Loki's Point of View

Six months. Six more damn months in this cell. It's absolutely disgusting and vile. The grime builds up in the edges. The humidity latches onto my skin. The smell resembles rotting flesh that's been left behind. Filthy. I turn onto my side, for the harsh rock floor has made my back numb…again. I look down at my left hand as I place it parallel to my face. Pale of course, however the lack of sunlight changed the undertones. Instead of a pearlescent flush, it reminds me of ash. Like the ashes left behind in a fire. Like the fires when I failed on Midgard.

"Erghhh" I groan at the memories from roughly 4 and a half years ago. I'm a failure. I admit it to myself inside my mind like a mantra. Nothing ever ventures out correctly for me. Why? Why? Why not!? When I do "good" everyone who sees pushes it aside or sees it cynically. So I go the other way. The one where respect is found at the end. And what? Neither, oh Loki you fool.

The time in this dungeon for me will be over soon. Thor came about 28 nights ago to remind me of the time spent. I spoke nothing to him. He's a fool as well. That giant oaf stomping around as a hero. Of course he's blabbering to some idiots about his glory days on Midgard. "What in…" Damn it all, they've blown out the lantern that lights my cell from across the bars. Time for bed. Oh yes how lovely this will be...

All they've given me is a fur blanket and a pillow which I can smell the last prisoners breathe on it. Time for those thoughts that won't go away. The ones that eat me alive inside. The voices remind me of what I am. Time for memories of betrayal and realization. The ones that..that make me long… for what? I do not know. But I long for it with my silent cries…

The Angel's POV

"You have betrayed your orders! You disobey him, the almighty father whom we worship. For all he does for us, even so as created us, you turn you back on him. What makes you think you are as powerful to choose another choice without his approval, or even announcing it to him? My dear you have failed, and it hurts us all". I feel the guilt wash over me as he passes his last words in a whisper. "I...ughh I apologize for my act of betrayal, but you must know Michael, it was not with malicious intent! I do not enjoy keeping things from the dominions. I only acted on thoughts of good. God must know that, I know he acknowledges my true intent for stretching my duties as a dominion" I trail off slowly as I look to my feet.

He walks over to me. Michael the archangel, such beauty and grace engulfs him. Such a wise angel and compassionate, but even he points out the fault I made. "You must serve punishment dear, you know that do you not?" he says. I sigh and look up to him "Yes Michael I know I have to serve whatever God and the governor's plan for me." He gives me a hopeful smile that says "I'm glad you understand". "I will talk to God and listen to the punishment he has set off for you, do not be weary, he does this all in good for you dear".

It's true, God knows all, past, present, and future. "Thank you Michael, I am grateful for your love you have shown me in my time of downfall" I give him a soft smile and step to hug him. I enjoy his hugs, Michael is like our big brother, on the watch for us but a true brother who gives sympathy and empathy always. "Go now dear, I shall return shortly" he says to me and kisses my forehead.

He flies off and vanishes quickly into nothing. I stare at the clouds and stars surrounding me. Heaven is my home, I am an angel, a dominion to be exact. My duty is to give out orders and missions to the angels who must only carry out God's missions. One on earth could say it resembles a desk job. Writing in scriptures and signing off duties for the messengers of God.

But something inside me has always stirred. When seeing off the messengers I sigh and wish to fly onto whatever realm to perform heavenly duties. But I cannot, or say I couldn't. I can see all the other realms from a small fountain each dominion is given. And in this fountain I saw a blue skinned baby with eyes as red a blood once. A poor baby was all I saw, lost and abandoned. And why? For being small, oh what a sin.

All of God's creatures are magnificent, especially as a newborn. Such beautiful frost blue drawings on his skin, like a trail of light glimmer, intricately drawn onto his skin. I remember sending out the messengers to watch over the war between the asgardians and jotuhns. Once I saw the baby yelled to the messengers to save him, "Please take him somewhere safe! The poor child has no one, he will perish being alone" I cried to them. "But dear, God has given no word to save him, it cannot be done." "But. But it's a baby, we must please save him!" How could they not just save him, isn't this what God was all about? To save the weak and especially the innocent, oh how innocent this child was.

The heavenly messenger turns to me and shuts his eyes "None can be done my dear, there is a reason for all". I open then shut my mouth quickly and reassemble my words, "Very well, go watch over the war". They leave to protect and watch over it…but that child deserves to be saved…

I feel as if I was not made for this duty as a dominion, I want to go to other realms and fight in God's name and protect them, not just give orders, but act on them! I can't stop myself any longer. The baby is crying, longing for a touch of comfort… of love.

I run out of the halls where I work. I change from my long pale blue and white and heavy dress. Covering my body is a strong royal blue dress. Strapless and down to my mid-thighs. Tight around my abdomen and flows comfterable outward. The trimming now a gleaming gold silk…a warriors dress. Fit for flying and fighting whatever evil lies ahead. Yes this is what I belong as…a warrior. I spread my pure white wings that are stretch out to 8 feet and cover my entire back and to my calves. I fly off and think of the war and the scenery...i vanish into thin air and arrive at the battlefield.

I'm invisible to them, they cannot see me or feel me. I stay out of sight from the other messengers watching and even saving some asgardians from death. I look for the temple, right behind me. I run to it and keep my head down. I reach it and the doors are battered and even have some blood stained on it, "these creatures and their wars, such a shame for such violence". I open them and spot the child. Lying on the cold hard floor. Oh such sadness rushes over me. I crouch over the baby. The divine markings and skin astound me even more seeing it up so close.

I remember I simply cannot take him under my wing, someone else on this realm must. An asgardian must, so he grows strong and happy. From outside the doors I can hear the war die down. I know the asgardians have won, just as God planned. I use slight summoning powers to lure Odin into the temple. The door creaks open, and I vanish before the chill of the air hits the room. I look from above them. Odin the all-father takes him, like I hoped he did. I smile greatly at how the baby boy has now been saved. The joy overtakes my body and a tear falls, this is what I was meant to do, to save the weak and give them love. Yes… I was meant to save the blue skinned baby…