Introduction
He was falling. That was all the man could think as his body flew helplessly through time and space. Much like a mortal, his body was easily manipulated by the rush of air, twisting and turning. And though he was a god, he did have a limit to how much damage his flesh could endure and he thought the result of this excursion might reach that limit.
Odin had cast him out. Like everything the Allfather did, there was surely a well thought out purpose behind this exile, which he had informed his younger son of before his plummet. As the atmosphere curved around his being, the man thought of his father-or rather, just Odin, he amended- with an ever-increasing degree of bitterness. What a foolish plan it was.
The man, the legend—the God of Mischief and Lies himself!—was meant to spend his time among mortals. In order to convey redemption to his son, Odin had banished Loki to Midgard where he was to acquire an "appreciation" for humankind.
An absurd notion, the man thought as he fell. And though his mind ultimately wandered back to the imminent pain of landing, he had enough capacity in his brain left to know Odin's efforts would prove futile, and also to know that his father would never give up quest to reform Loki in this way. Teach the god who had tried to enslave mankind to love them instead? Preposterous.
Loki considered his options until suddenly, unforgivably, his body was wrenched upon the hard earth and a painful shock flew through his apparently frail muscles.
He had arrived, he thought dryly.
And promptly closed his eyes and dozed off in a matter of seconds, in search of relief from the ungodly mortal pain spreading through his limbs.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I promise it gets much better after this intro, as I introduce the OC :) Click the next chapter to see the REAL beginning of the story!