Disclaimer I, Alyscha, do not own any of the following below, except the original characters, and the plotline. Marvel has all the rights to their franchise.

A.N: Well, I fell down the Loki rabbit hole. This takes place at the start of Civil War and then follows the timeline. I hope you like it. (Oh, and listen to Gold by Imagine Dragons, it's what inspired the story.) Also, a big help to my best friend, Makkenna for helping me plan and figure what I'm doing. Love you, babe.

Prologue

"I hate you," I whispered, barely audible even to my ears. But, he was a god, of course, he'd be able to hear what I said, hell, he could hear my heartbeat for god's' sake. He replied to my comment with a low chuckle, as he tsk'd at me and moved closer, moving my hair away from my face.

"Oh, sweet sweet, Lux." His accent rang strong as he watched me. "You know you could never hate me." He whispered, stepping closer. "But I do hate you, so much." His green eyes grew dark. "I'd wish you dead if it wasn't for the feelings I have." He admitted more to himself than to me. And with that, he was gone like he was never even in my room to start with.

I rolled my eyes. "I hate gods."

"Hey, why did I just see some other planet on fire? It seemed important." I frowned as I walked out the living area of the new Avengers Tower. My phone dinged at me, letting me know that I had an unread message from someone. Everyone glanced at each other, while Tony started chuckling.

I sighed, and threw down my sketchbook, where the castle that reminded me of Hogwarts stood, crumbling down in flames. "I really don't make this shit up, guys. But that's fine, make fun of me." I glared down at Tony, letting him feel the anger and embarrassment he had made me feel.

He coughed, and then passed it around, "It looks like Asgard, doesn't it? Or did Thor not paint a well enough picture of what his kingdom looked like?" He glanced at Nat when she looked at it.

"Did you see anything else? People, maybe?" Steve asked as he handed it back to me. I closed my eyes and thought to the vision I saw. Usually, it was just people that my visions showed me, not entire planets... or cities in the case?

I opened my eyes again, the gold tint disappearing from my eyes. "I saw a ship, with people on it. Lots of people, I saw gold horns, and gold eyes, like, actually golden eyes. Think twilight vampire." I described it.

Tony sat up right away, eyes wide. "Did you say gold horns? What kind?"

I raised an eyebrow. Wanda quickly interjected, she knew what my powers could do if I wanted. "Tony, maybe 20 questions isn't a good idea." She gave me a soft smile.

Tony threw me his phone, "Like that?" I gave him a look, but glanced down at the phone anyway, raising my eyebrow when I saw a man, with inky black hair, bright green eyes, and a smirk that could only be called mischievous. He wore a crown, that consisted of two horns, curling back into points. I gave Tony a nod as I threw the phone back. He frowned, "And he was alive?"

"Very much so. Why? Who is that?" I questioned as I doodled more on the drawing of Asgard, adding more shading, more details. Things I haven't seen before. Steve chuckled. I glanced up at him as I raised my eyebrow even higher.

"That, Lux, was Loki, the god of mischief. Brother to Thor." Steve explained, "But, I'm confused on how you saw them, your visions were always about people you had met before, right?"

"Yeah," We looked up to see Pietro coming inside from his run, "From when the experiments were happening, it was only Wanda and me who she could see." He sat next to me, and ruffled my hair, smiling. We had grown to be best friends, since the experiments, and since I saved his life.

I gave him a smile, and then showed him the drawing, as he raised an eyebrow. "When did you see this?"

"It woke me up this morning. I could barely grab my colors, before it was over." I told him, before I watched Steve get up, tears in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it. I zoned out as Tony started talking about the accords again. I wasn't going to sign them, because, one, I wasn't technically an Avenger, I was just an extra. A side character. I sighed, and kept drawing, barely paying attention to anything around me.

I thought back to when I first met the Avengers. Back in Sokovia after we had escaped the grasp of Strucker, as my mind flashed back to the experiments, the pain, the screams, the visions of my two friends. I had three powers, two of them were gifts, the other was definitely a curse. I could change people's mood, make them feel pain, enough pain to kill someone. I could see the future, hence the conversation that just took place. But, the last one, the one that I hated the most, was if I held an object that belonged to a previous owner, I would see their entire life, from birth until now, just in a matter of seconds.

Before all this happened, I lived alone in Hell's Kitchen. I had a best friend, Jayme, who I told everything to. But she thinks I'm dead. I hated that I couldn't tell her that I was alive and semi-well. I was kinda crazy now. We had gone to high school together, and I met her every day when she was at work in her cafe. And, the apple pie was to die for. I had endless texts from her that I read daily, though she always texted daily. Fuck, I missed her so much. I could always go see her…

I shook my head, it's been two years since I last talked to her, I couldn't just waltz back into her life after all of this. She'd never forgive me. I sighed, and got up, moving to my room and drawing some more, trying to see more of the vision that I had seen. If anything else stood out.

Knock, Knock.

I looked up when Wanda was poking her head in the door, as she sat next to me, and rested her head on my shoulder, she felt horrible for what happened. "It was my fault." She whispered, as I frowned, feeling her guilt. I sighed, and kissed her hair, lessening the feeling that she had. "Thank you," She whispered. "I had to do it. He was going to kill Steve."

"I know, honey," I whispered. "Where did Steve even go?" I frowned, I remembered him leaving, but he didn't come back. Maybe Sam knew something, but I didn't want to bother them any more than I did already. I could barely help when a battle took place, I could hurt them, but only mentally, not physically. I couldn't a robot that didn't feel anything. I was basically useless when we were in Sokovia. I hated it.

"What are you going to do about the vision?" She asked, as she sat up again.

I sighed, and shrugged. "I have no idea, honestly. If I'm right, in the Norse tales, it's Ragnarok." I frowned, "I mean, they're safe, right? So I have nothing to worry about...I think." I frowned. But, what did they care? They had the accords to worry about, me seeing some gods didn't worry anyone. Just like no one worried about anymore, even though I had night terrors every time I tried to sleep. I smiled as Wanda slipped out of the room. I frowned when I saw another vision, drawing it easily, but kept it to myself, why would I ruin Tony's day even more?

Hey guys. So, this is Gold. It's a kinda slow burn Loki/OC fic. Tell me if you like it, okay? Ask me questions, literally anything at this point. I love interacting with you guys. Any questions will be answered in the next chapter. Right now, the timeline is the beginning of Civil War, and then I'll move to Ragnarok, kinda. You'll see. I think that's all I have for you. Thanks, guys. Remember, NO FLAMES.