This is my first attempted at writing fan fiction and I hope to write many more!
It has been 10 years since the battle of New York and Loki has been imprisoned by his brother as punishment for his crimes. During this time Thor has been working on a way to strip Loki of all his power, to make him human. No one believes that Loki has truly changed and it is decided that the only way to test him is to send him to earth to live among humans. The story starts off when Loki awakens in his new home on earth.
Loki moans aloud in his sleep, his bladder bursting to be relieved. His unconscious signalling to him that it's time to wake up and use the urinal next to his cot. Coming too slowly he lets out a long sigh, his chest rising and falling dramatically. The sun penetrates his eyelids, letting him know that it is daytime; another day of boredom awaits him.
"Sunlight?!" he exclaims, his eyes pop open as he sits upright. He does not recognise the room around him, the walls are no longer the dull grey he has become accustomed to and instead they're a sky blue. His cot is now a bed with a feather pillow to boot, a bookcase filled with paperbacks sits opposite him and a door adjacent to it. A big rectangular box sits near the end of his bed, the most peculiar of the objects in the room he now occupies.
His eyes scrunch up in puzzlement as he runs his hands down his bare chest, to find the only clothing he has are a pair of green shorts. He stands swiftly, analysing all he can see. Noticing the single sun in the sky, he plops down again, even more confused than before.
"Earth? My brother sends me to EARTH?!" his voice raising in volume, as he prepares to let out a scream, the door opens wide to reveal a lone woman carrying a tray.
"Ah, Mr Heim you're awake at last! You gave us all such a fright, arriving at that time of night. But don't worry, I have prepared everything to your specifications." Placing the tray down on the bed next to Loki, she smiles politely whilst speaking to him.
Loki stares up at the strange woman, her hair pulled up on the top of her head in a strange twist unknown to him, its colour a dirty blond setting off her pale skin. His attention switches to her eyes, the skin around them has become tight, the dark blue blaring out at him. She blinks and stands up straight, looking at him strangely, Loki realises that he has not replied.
"Why am I here? And who on Asgard are you?" he squints his eyes, letting his suspicion shine through. The young woman notices his discomfort, along with his rumpled hair and lack of clothes. She blushes realising her blunder.
"I am so sorry. I always forget to knock, please don't mention this to mum, I've been trying to show her that I can do this." She smiles pleadingly at him, with no response. "I'm Kate, you arrived around 4am this morning, it's understandable if you don't remember. You seemed a bit drunk and out of it last night. As to why you're here, I can't really give you an answer on that one. Some come to just relax and get back in touch with nature, others come to chill on the beach and go fishing. Unless of course you're the sort who needs to find yourself all over again, we get a lot of those. Your itinerary will be downstairs in the office." She smiles cheekily, trying to relax him.
Loki grabs at his hair, the young woman's – Kate's – language confusing him more.
"I am at some excursion resort where hu.. people come to relax? Is that right?" seeing that he does not understand fully, Kate becomes worried that maybe they have the wrong man.
"You are Mr Alfie Heim right? We've had this booking for about 6 months now, although you were meant to arrive tonight instead." Placing her hands on her hips, Kate now points suspicion onto Loki. She cannot let her mother find out she made such a mistake, forgetting to I.D a client is a big no-no. "And if you are not Alfie Heim I will kindly ask you to dress and leave sir." Kate hides a smile, proud that she just sounded so much like her mother when kicking punters out of their downstairs bar.
Loki looks towards the window, Alfie Heim? Why would his brother bother to give him such an absurd name? Kate notices the widening of Loki's eyes, presuming that he now remembers why and how he got here, she smiles.
"I am so sorry dear Kate, I believe I may have over did it with the liquor last night. If you could point me towards the cleaning facilities I will be most happy to get on with my day." He smiles politely, hoping that she will forget the incident.
"May I please see your I.D first sir, I will need to take a copy for our records." Kate smiles tightly, hoping the oaf hasn't misplaced it.
Loki's mouth drops open, he tries to remember where humans keep their credentials, if his brother even bothered to provide him with some. Maybe this is a sick game of Thor's, leave him stranded on earth to be tortured and starved by humans.
"If you could help me find my clothes, I will be pleased to show you my identification" he looks around the room pointedly. Kate sighs and walks towards the rectangular box.
"I believe I helped you store your belongings inside the wardrobe before you blacked out" opening up the doors she extracts the jacket and jeans Loki was wearing the night before, they smell of smoke and dirt.
Passing them to Loki, his hand touches hers, his skin is as cold as ice and Kate takes her hand back swiftly. Loki doesn't notice her reaction as he searches the pockets of his garments; he finds a small leather wallet in the jacket pocket and flips it open. A small picture of his face greets him and his name stands out in bold. Mr Alfie Heim. Handing the piece of plastic over to Kate, he smiles with relief, maybe his brother isn't hoping he gets tortured in this place.
"Thank you Mr Heim, I will leave you to eat your breakfast. The bathroom is a shared one unfortunately, but only with the gentleman staying in room 3. Feel free to explore as the activities you booked will not begin until tomorrow." Kate exits the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Loki lies back onto the bed and a laugh rumbles out of his chest.
"Why not go for Mr Asgard dear brother. Am I still unworthy of out home planet? Instead I am stuck with the reminder of Alf-Heim. Alfie, what a common human name."
Noticing the tray Kate brought in, Loki sits up and starts to eat his egg on toast, although now cold. The sun shines warmth into the room, giving it a cool glow that Loki enjoys.