Hello all and welcome to the prologue of Remembrance, I am posting up my first multi chapter fanfic for marvel's world of Thor. So I have sent some time reading lots…. And lots of fics for Thor and well, I really wanted to add my own, but I tell you it was hard to come up with something original! These guys have written so much on here for this. But finally I think I might have got something. So I stayed up late thinking about a plot, then rethinking a plot then settled on this idea. So I hope you guys will all like it and enjoy reading it as I will enjoy writing it. The events of this fic start at the end of the first Thor movie cover the Avengers then Thor the Dark World. Some things will be changed to fit my plot but hopefully not much! And I will let you know why I had to without giving too much of the story away. There will be a preview at the end of this for the first chapter. This is just the prologue but the website has called it chapter 1. I just don't want anyone to get confused.

Please read and I hope that you enjoy it.


Prologue - The Fall

Loki looked into the eyes of his father and brother. No; they were not his family they had lied to him all of his life. Thor, he might not have. But Loki knew what he thought of Frost Giants. He had lead them to battle against them almost killing their friends. His friends. Loki thought bitterly. They were never mine. He had been made king legally but they saw fit to treat him as a usurper, and disobeyed his orders. And he was the one blamed? Why? Oh yes because of what he was.

Thor was pleading with him, but he couldn't hear the words. If he held on, it was another life full of lies with a family that wasn't even his to call such, constantly with the lingering of betrayal; constantly in the shadow of The Mighty Thor once again. No he could not go back to that; he could never go back to that. All off his life the All-Father had said that they were both born to be kings. Lies! All of it was a lie. And the pain was too great.

With one last look into his- he caught himself; the All-Father's eyes, he let go of Gungnir and fell. The pain was still there but not at the same time. The Void was a mass of contradictions. He saw the inside of Yaggdrasil and all of her branches as he fell through and past them. Her hidden pathways he knew all too well passing as nothing but blurs. And down and down he went, in an endless fall with not bottom to the pit. There was a reason it was called The Void after all. The cosmos vanished, constellations, moons and planets just vanished.

His body was crushed and exploded. Was this what happened to all beings that fell into The Void? Or was this only how an Aesir reacted. He stumbled over his thoughts for a second time. He was not Aesir, he was Jotun, a monstrous Frost Giant. The very same as the ones he was taught to hate, to despise. And he did, by The Nine he loathed the hideous monsters! And he was one of them. He realized then, how little he actually knew about them. He knew enough! He knew enough to hate them, and that was all he needed, all he wanted to know.

Suddenly all sensation left, leaving him with nothing, not even a tingle in his little finger; nothing but numb sensation. He stayed this was for a countless time, years could have past or merely seconds, he would never know. His lungs were screaming to breath, but there was no air, no light. He closed his eyes; at least he imagined that he did, and hoped for this to be the end. Please. He called out. Please…

Pain… There was pain; everywhere. It spread from his feet up his body then centred at the base of his skull in a tight knot of searing agony. The knot then grew spines and spread into his chest, from his chest into his limbs. Loki opened his eyes; the darkness was fading away like curtain being drawn slowly back from a window. The light flooded into his eyes and he blinked up at the bright sky. The stars where further away then he remembered them to be on Asgard. Memories flooded back, he fell, and this was not Asgard. With this realization, he saw that the stars were indeed, not the same as the ones he had spent thousands of years watching. There were also buildings, glowing buildings. No, they just had lights shining from them, their light drowning out the night sky. He became slowly aware that he was lying down on his back against something hard. He was about to close his eyes and go to sleep when a sudden jolt of pain shot through his shoulder. He grimaced, trying to focus on a figure leaning over him. If his mind had been in full working order he would have glared at the being patting his arm causing his pain. But there were too many lights blaring and flashing at him. More shadowy figures were hurrying towards him. An attack? He wanted to bolt to his feet but he only managed to twitch his fingers. He hissed a sigh of pain. Sounds started to join the return of his other senses. It was like a wave had hit him, blasting him with too much information. He groaned and closed his eyes. Just let him sleep. The being next to him was apparently not going to let him do that, and kept slapping his cheek. He groggily opened his eyes again. Would they just let him rest! He tried to glare at the one slapping him, but everything came to a screeching stop. The woman slapping his cheek had stopped and held his face in her hands; a mortal woman. He stared at her, he knew her face. She appeared younger here, but he knew her. He was on Midgard. The realization wasn't as ground shattering as it should have been, he couldn't think two straight sentences. And he felt drained. More drained than he had ever him his life. The mortal pulled back and shouted something into the crowd which had gathered round him and the woman. Their faces swam in and out of focus. Shock and horror the main emotions present in their slack jaws and wide eyes. And there was fear too. It was a different fear than the one he had seen on mortals' faces when he sent The Destroyer to that little town where Thor had been. She turned back to him and started speaking; panic was the underlying tone he could get from her expression. He guessed she was trying to reassure him. She looked on the edge of hysteria; her pupils were dilated to almost encompass her iris. She was stroking his cheek tenderly, and then yelling again into the crowd. None did anything other then stare at them with hands covering mouths and some holding each other. That was not what she had wanted them to do. She looked angry, then moved back and hurriedly pulled out a device from her coat pocket. She then started to talk into it, her hands were shaking.

Loki tuned his head and saw a plastic badge hanging from a cord on her neck; it confirmed what he already knew. Loki stared at her again, confused. What in The Nine was going on? She laid the phone on the ground next to him and held his face again. Now, he began to fully hear what she was saying to him. The words were a bit disjointed but soon clear, full sentences were formed.

"It's gonna be okay," she said her brown hair fell forwards over her face. He just stared at her. "Don't worry an ambulance is on the way." Jane Foster held his cheeks with a tenderness only his mother had shown him. The mortal didn't know him, yet she showed him tenderness. She wouldn't do this if she knew him. If she knew what he was. Her voice was shaking. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she kept repeating. Black splotches were coming from the corners of his eyes and taking over his vision, pulling him back under. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He should keep he guard up, push her away, Something! He didn't want to. He just wanted to sleep. He let the black take over and went limp in her arms.


So that's the prologue what did you think? Loki has landed himself in a pretty pickle and why does Jane look younger? All of these will be answered in due time but if you have any questions please leave a review or send me a PM.

Preview: Jane: "I'm gonna keep calling you that till you tell me your name,"

Loki: "Its-…. Loki,"