Alright, so my friend came forward with the idea of doing a 30-day Drabble challenge. I had wanted to do a Loki/OC fic for a while, and had pretty much planned it already. This gave me the opportunity to actually write it. Still working on it, but I got this first chapter polished and readied so here it is!

*insert disclaimer here*

Let's begin…

Morgan woke up to a blaring alarm clock, and her head greeting her with a beautiful hangover. What was that? Oh yeah, maybe she shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Again. Such was the life of a girl who had been left by her asshole of a fiancé and, working as a freelance writer, wasn't exactly on her feet financially. She figured that it might as well be worthwhile to get up and make some coffee.

She made sure to shut the blinds on her way to the kitchen.

After sitting down on the couch in her small, somewhat shabby apartment, she tried not to think of her ex. Everyone had told her he was trouble, but trouble was what she liked. Always had. She hated when things were no longer interesting.

Probably had something to do with her being a telepath. She chuckled. Everything has to do with me being a telepath. Stupid mind powers. It was why everyone left. Parents, boyfriends, friends in general, everyone. It was only a matter of time till they found out, flipped out, and left guessed that made it easier in the end, what with the various governments and agencies chasing her down. Nothing was ever simple when it came to Morgan. She figured it was about time she got used to it.

Relaxation only came every once in a while, and it was something hard fought. Morgan had to literally combat her powers to 'sit down and shut up' long enough for her to calm down and collect herself.

It was the only time she realized that her sanity was increasingly fragile. Meditation helped, from what little she could tell from experimenting with it. No music, no writing, no memories, no hearing people's thoughts. Just letting her walls fall down, not even caring if someone detected her; not even thinking at all. That was the closest she ever got to peace.

Her fragment of tranquility was shattered as something slammed into her door with a loud thud that rattled her whole wall. It took Morgan a minute to gather her faculties and even manage to get a grasp on the situation enough to figure out what to do. Of course, by that time her reflexes had already picked her up and had her standing in front of the door, throwing knives in both hands and ready to strike. It was startling what years of being hunted would do.

Morgan reached out with her mind to figure out what/who had startled her. She hit a wall. Seriously. She couldn't tell if it was even male or female. The only thing she did know was that it wasn't human, the walls were of foreign nature and too strong for humans (besides herself) to keep intact.

She went against her better judgment and opened the door, taking down her mental alarms and barriers that were designed to keep assassins -and pretty much everyone else- out. It was a very risky move but it was the only way to get answers.

Lying there, on her doorstep, was a young man -about Morgan's age- wearing black and green. Oh yeah, and he was unconscious. That's just what Morgan needed; an unconscious (not human) man that scared the mess out of her when he landed in front of her door and she had no idea what to do with. Well, she at least needed to get him inside, in order to not attract attention.

When he woke up tied to a chair and facing Morgan, who was sitting nonchalantly on the couch, he was obviously a little startled. She could tell he was gathering his thoughts and figuring out how exactly he came to be in this situation. He looked up and caught her gaze, unflinching. They analyzed each other intently, neither one being able to slip past the other's defenses. The walls were simply too strong.

Finally Morgan spoke, "Who the hell are you?"

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I asked you who you were. It's a simple question," She remarked.

"I am Loki, of Asgard." He said it without emotion, his face blank. Like he took no pride in it. It certainly did not escape her notice. Asgard? Loki? That was Norse Mythology, but she could hear the honesty in his voice. And looking at him now, she knew it was the truth. This was certainly no human, he was a god.

Of course, she didn't want him to know that she had figured him out.

"That's ridiculous. You really expect me to believe that?"

"Of course" He looked slightly surprised that she had not accepted his statement.

"How do I know you're not some highly-trained assassin with excellent lying skills and mental defenses like you wouldn't believe?" She countered.

He stared at her, disbelieving. "I am no mortal. Do not discredit me by affiliating me with one of your human enemies." He thought for a moment, looking at her emotionless face, and then said "What would it take for me to convince you?"

"Show me."

"You don't want me to do that." His tone was completely serious.

Morgan arched an eyebrow. "And why not?"

He stared at her darkly, as if daring her to question him again.

She smiled inwardly, once again enjoying a challenge. "We can sit here and try to breach each other's walls, as we have been doing during this entire conversation, and still get nowhere, or you can let me in and I will see whether you are telling the truth. Then we will decide if I should let you stay, or kill you."

He chuckled, "That is not very likely."

She grinned, defiant as always. "Try me."

Almost immediately he dropped his defenses and attacked, with one phrase being carried forward: "I am the god of mischief, magic, and lies. You cannot kill me, mortal."

Morgan used his anger and agitation as a diversion for her to slip around, and drove into his memories, wanting to know as much about why he was here as she could. Nothing was safe from her prying mind, not even emotions.

He sat back, shocked at her intrusion. It was clear from his expression that he had never met anyone so bold.

What Morgan saw shocked her. He really was Loki, a god from Asgard. That had been obvious before. But what shocked her was the pain he harbored. He had been the second-best, the one left behind. Always living in the shadow of the one he loved above all; his brother Thor. But everything had changed when Thor had been banished to Earth, and Loki had discovered his true parentage: Laufey, a Frost Giant.

Loki hated himself.

This realization caused Morgan to extract herself from his mind. She was shocked at the position she was in, leaning over him in his chair and hands placed on either side of his head. He was staring at her in disbelief, eyes wide. "What did you see?" he asked shakily.

She gathered her composure and attitude as quickly as possible. She picked up one of her knives and cut the restraints slowly, never taking her eyes off him. She wanted to keep him guessing for as long as possible.

Reaching over to hover beside his ear, she whispered "You seem pretty tired from your fall off the Bifrost. I suggest you get some rest." She pulled back and smiled sweetly, turning on her heel and sauntering back to her room. She felt his eyes on her back the entire way.

Hope you like Morgan, she was actually really fun to write. This will be a pretty long fic, starting from right after Loki fell offf the Bifrost and continuing till (a little after) the end of The Avengers.

I have no idea when I will get the next chapter up, but I have most of it completed (I think).

Leave some love, please?