Chapter one

The world of Asgard was cruel in its beauty. Glittering with golds and bright hues it was the image of pristine purity and happiness; and it echoed to Loki in every fiber of his being that he did not belong. He was here on trail for his crimes on Earth and of course his crimes against his brother, Thor. Loki fully expected his sentence to be death. After all what trouble what Odin really have getting rid of him? Was not his son like Thor, he was an unwanted Frost Giant that became unruly.

Loki was led by his brother into the large throne room. Odin sat with his wife Frigga at the head of the room, his eyes seemed resourceful. Oh, he forgot the old man could act. Who else could pretend to love a monster for so many years. "Loki my son," Odin thundered, "For crimes unspeakable in nature you are brought here before me for judgement." 'Get on with it old man,' Loki thought to himself, 'Kill me already before the wait does.'

"Loki," Odin said so softly that it snapped him from his thoughts, "You are my son, whether you acknowledge it or not and I love you very much. That being said I am also a King who must deliver punishment onto you." Loki closed his eyes, waiting for the blow. "But because I know you and because I do not have the heart to kill my own son I have decided a less extreme fate." Loki's eyes snapped open. "You are to be banished to Midgard, your brother Thor will accompany you, to redeem yourself to the midgardians and repay them for your crimes. You will spend one year every other year working in Midgard to right your wrongs while stripped of your powers. Thor will travel with you to make sure you do as you are told and help you find tasks to help humanity. Is that understood?"

"Yes Allfather."

Evangaline paced the room impatiently, waiting for the doctor's results. She was in the hospital for the third time this week because of her condition. Every time it happened the doctors had no answer for her as to what was causing her ailment. Every time she left feeling empty.

Her condition started the night her parents died ten years ago when she was 15. She woke to see her parents screaming on fire inside a car and with blood streaming out of her right eye. She screamed the entire night until she passed out from sheer exhaustion. The next morning her grandmother woke her up to tell her that her parents died the night before in a car crash. They were stuck inside and had died from the flames.

Evangaline never told anyone about the visions, not even the doctors. When asked she would simply say that she vaguely recalled having a nightmare before waking up to find her eye gushing blood. But lately the visions have been happening more and more and they were visions of things she did not understand; a god of thunder battling giants, another god asleep while his family weeps, a god of mischief falling into another world. None of this even made sense to Evangaline. Her visions were always of things that were going to happen not daydreams of another world! Evangaline sighed, maybe she finally lost her mind.

The doctor re-entered the room, his face showing his confusion. "Well it seems the tests were inconclusive," he murmured, "I'm very sorry Miss Helanne but there seems to be no cause for your condition." Evangaline sighed. Why did she even bother getting her hopes up? Defeated, she shuffled out of the hospital and drove herself to work. She had to admit to herself as she entered work, she still felt extremely silly dressed in the blue skin tight jumper her new job at Shield employed her to wear even though everyone wore one. With her well-endowed chest the zipper barely even came up to cover half her cleavage. Evangaline felt horridly exposed.

As she walked into work that day she realized everyone seemed extremely frazzled. It was only her third week working here but it was never this bad before. "Uh chief," Evangaline asked Steven, her nickname for him because everyone called him 'Captain'. "What's going on? Everyone seems like a chicken with their head cut off." Steven grimaced at the analogy, "We have a bit of an incident going on," Steven admitted, "Turns out the man that declared war on New York only a month ago came back to Earth. Nick Fury's currently in holding with him and Thor." Evangaline gasped. She remembered hearing about the attack while she stayed in France for a few months looking for a specialist for her eye.

"Why is he back?" she asked, extremely curious as to why the man who tried to enslave the human race would just walk in and surrender himself to them.

"Thor said his punishment from Odin was to be banned here every other year without his powers to right his actions and help humanity," Steven shook his, "I don't buy it one bit. I know Thor wants to believe his brother's good but that man can't go anywhere without the need to destroy something." Evangaline pondered over this. She had never met Thor so she was unsure if she could really trust his judgment yet.

"Agent Helanne!" another agent called for her, "Fury wants you in his office!"

"O geez," Evangaline grimaced. This couldn't be good.

"You'll be fine," Steven comforted, squeezing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "It's probably nothing." Evangaline nodded, trying to convince herself of just that before heading into Fury's office.