Full Summary: "Do you... do you remember me?"

"...I don't know."

"My boys... I thought you were dead... My poor, sweet boys!"

"Father, it's okay... It's okay..."

Lucille Perfide is caught in the crossfires of several battles at once, and they've all merged into a multi-headed beast that has attacked her life full force and sent it crashing down around her. Her father who believed her and her siblings to be dead is slowly falling apart, and she cannot ignore the desperate plea of a war veteran who is working himself to the bone to try and repair the shattered foundations of his best friend's life. She may be a godling training for a degree in psychology, but deep down she's just a scared little girl who is trying to find her place in the world... ...But what if she's already there?

Hey everyone! Yet another fandom, yet another fanfiction! Woo!

Okay, so this fanfiction is slightly AU; Loki never took over Asguard. Odin decided to be less of an a-hole and let Loki hear what Thor had to say. Then he reverted back to a-hole mode and kicked him out. Yeah...

In the meantime, let me know what you think!

Prologue

"No. No! Get away!"

THUNK!

"SKREE!"

Blood was everywhere, blooming from the savage wound in his son's side. Choppy white waves crashed against the side of the boat, nearly knocking him overboard. Tortured screams ripped from his throat as the colossal green serpent thrashed in the waters in mortal agony.

"No! That's my son! Let me go!"

Green eyes met green, both sets of iridescent orbs drowning in terror.

One went dark and was eternally submerged, the other rolled back into a cold and empty blackness.

"Run!"

Too late...

CRACK!

"No!"

The bullet flew between his son's ribs. Violent tremors and wide, terrified green eyes were all he saw before everything went dark...

Fire. Fire and screaming all around her.

"No, stop! Not her, anyone but her! Please!"

The flames were raging around her, blistering her skin and forcing more ungodly screams from her throat. With each second, they were getting weaker, until they petered out to nothing...

Along with the rest of his senses...

Asguard's night sky was always decorated with the swirling expanses of distant galaxies, and the great golden city always glowed brightly with the lights shining in the windows of homes (though legends laid claim that the great Allfather was the real reason the realm's capital glowed). However, tonight, the harsh scent of judgement tainted the air of Asguard as punishment was being dealt out.

Loki looked down at his feet, contemplating the wisdom of meeting Odin's gaze.

"I've let you have your moment, now get out," Odin said sternly, his voice not wavering.

The trickster nodded, wincing when the straps of the muzzle that bound him dug into the back of his neck. A guard roughly grabbed him and dragged him away to the Bifröst where Heimdall waited. The gatekeeper gazed down at Loki, his golden eyes not betraying a hint of emotion, yet shimmering with the endless views of the Nine Realms.

"So this is it?" he questioned. "No snide remarks? Now vows for vengeance?"

Loki lifted his lips in a threatening growl, but was immediately hit in the head by one of the guards, silencing him. Looking up, he cast the most questioning gaze at Heimdall, hoping he'd get the message.

"Find out for yourself," Heimdall said dismissively, proceeding to open the gate between worlds.

Before he knew what was going on, Loki was literally kicked into the swirling portal, and found himself crashing face first into cold, wet, hard ground.

Raise your hands if you think Odin needs to be taught a lesson! *raises hand*

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