The land was hard. Hard and painful. At least he didn't fell face-first on the ground... But again, his back would have been broken, if he wasn't the one he was. He looked to his left and thankfuly found his scepter with the blue ball some inches away from his hand.

Injured, pained, tired and confused, the God of Mischief was covered with scratches, bruises and a deep wound on his stomach, looking slowly around him and trying to figure out where he had landed. His green eyes were barely held open, drifting from one side to another, examining his surrounders.

His gold helmet with the goat horns made it quite difficult to turn his head while he was lying on the ground, but at least it didn't affect his view. It was night, unless the darkness around him was meant to be something else. He noticed he was in an alley, a dim light coming from the far end of the small passage.

The source of that light was a tall metallic column that produced it. He frowned. As long as he could recall his memories, there weren't such things in Asgard or in any other world apart from... Oh please no...

He let out a groan, which was a mix of the pain on his body and the frustation he felt. Midgard once again. Like he hadn't enough problems already! If he was "lucky" enough, he would have landed in New York and the whole S.H.I.E.L.D would be after him in a small matter of time. Perfect.

He stayed there, listening to the fading sounds of cats playing in the rubbish and letting out bitter sounds, as they were fighting each other, probably for a piece of food, thrown away by the humans.

He slowly tried to raise his hand on his wound, with the intension to fill how bad it was. Just when he tried to unglue the shirt from his stomach, the bitterness of the pain his shirt provoke to his injury rushed through his body, making him bit his lip in a try to not yell in pain. Instead of that, he just let out a hiss.

He immediately gave up the try and turned his focus on his scepter. It was so close to his hand that he could grab it with a small shift of his body. He streched out his hand and tried to reach it. He found himself unable to even move his legs, not his whole body!

He gave up after a few seconds. He turned his eyes to the star-filled sky, his breath coming out deep and tired. He knew very well he could not stay like this forever. The Asgard would surely have noticed his escape from the dungeons, or at least was going to in a few hours. He should find a place to hide and recover, become as powerful as he used to be and form a plan. Even though it seemed impossible at that moment...

The sound of movement caught his attention, immediately turning his eyes around him to find the source of it. It sounded like coming from the end of the alley, right in front of him. His position on the ground, lying on his back and unable to turn his head, and of course even more impossible to lift it up, wasn't helping at all.

The same sound came from the other end of the alley, right behind him. It seemed like the sound of a body passing rather quickly, the affection of the cool air being torn in the middle by the object producing the sound.

He looked around again, more rapidly this time trying to figure out whether he was in danger or not. His green eyes turned to the side of his scepter, when he thought that he had heard a small growl. A dog, probably?

His eyes widened when he spotted a pair of gleeming yellow eyes staring angrily at him from a dark shadow, full of wildness and hunger. A flash of white sharp teeth appeared under the two eyes, accompanied with another low growl, this time clearer to his ears.

He made a slow move to try and reach his scepter again, without causing the beast to attack him. He had enough injuries himself and judging by the growing tiredness his body was feeling, the last thing he wanted was to be eaten by a monster like this.

The beast let out another growl and a small yellow paw with sharp red claws appeared from the dark, resting on his scepter like warning him to not even think of trying to take it back for his defension. He got the message and slowly removed his hand back to his side.

A louder growl reached his ears, but to his surprise and slight fear it wasn't coming from the monster to his left. He slowly turned his eyes to glance in front of him, only to see another pair of gleeming eyes, this time flashing a dangerous red color. The eyes were as wel as the others beast accompanied with a line of white sharp teeth, ready to tear the flesh of any living being.

Loki was sure that they were about to attack him, as he could clearly see a sparkle of hunger and death passing through their eyes. But then, he heard a metallic sound coming from the building to his right. It was coming from... above him?!

His gaze rose to look high above him, small sparks catching his eye on the wall. They were shining in the darkness and were slowly gliding on the wall towards the ground, the metallic sound never stopping.

He watched the sparks reaching a small distance from the ground and dissapearing, along with the sound of metal being dragged on the stone wall. And then a pair of soft sparkling chocolate brown eyes staring back at him, a gloved hand with long deadly sharp metal claws being held above his chin and throat.

Loki felt rather tired and exhausted to even blink. He simply stared with confusion at the eyes examining him, feeling more drained in them than worried for his future. His eyelids felt really heavy and he barely could keep them wide open anymore.

"Who are you?" asked a mellodic, smooth voice with a bit of harshness and power in it, coming from the owner of the brown eyes. It sounded feminine, in a way. He couldn't be sure of it, since he had started to feel dizzy and his vision was becoming blurry.

His eyelids started to close and he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, before it was too late.

"I'm Lo-" his voice caught in his throat, as his head turned to the side of the brown eyed creature, the muscles in his throat giving up. The last thing he managed to see was the pair of eyes above him changing, from the hard, strong glare they were giving him to a look of slight surprise, worry and pure sympathy.

Then, everything around him went black.

This story is set after the imprisonment of Loki during Thor 2: A Dark World. The plot will be changed after that part, there will be no attack from the elves or the Ether in this story, sorry.

Please review! I really want to see what your thoughts are about my first chapter!