Kori: Hello everyone! I'm just a ball of happiness this week. I finally got a job! That means I might not have as much time to write, though. Meh, I'll deal. That's all for this one, now onto the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Avengers, Loki would have won and would rule our world! Or he would have gone good and found a girl.

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Fallen: Chapter two

Loki was falling again. He fell through icy cold winds like Jotenhiem, and numbing darkness like in the space between worlds. Then the air was thin and light, the air of Midgard. He was falling farther and farther. It never ended. He looked all around. He couldn't tell which way was up or down. He couldn't even tell if he was falling anymore, or if he was floating instead.

The space around him was suddenly still and began to tighten around him. It pressed against his body, constricting him until he couldn't breathe. He gasped and heaved, desperate for air. Just as spots of blinding light began to dance before his eyes, he sat up.

He wasn't in endless space, he was in a room. He sat on a hard, lumpy couch that was in the center of a bland space. There was a small kitchen area to his left and a hallway to his right. He recognized the object on a table in front of him as a television. This was a Midgardian home.

Loki frowned to himself. So he was in Midgard. How inconvenient. He looked down at his clothing. He was no longer wearing his armor. Instead he was dressed in gray pants and a white shirt that were both too large for him. They were made of something soft and warm.

He attempted to get up and flinched when pain ripped through his leg. He collapsed back on the couch, grimacing. He pulled up the leg of the pants and stared at the bloody bandage that was wrapped around his thigh.

Loki pulled back the bandage and stared at the mess his leg was. The area around the gash was an angry red, the skin pulled tight. It no longer bled, but showed no signs of healing. Pain pulsed through Loki's leg with every heartbeat.

"Stop that!" a voice yelled from behind him. Loki jumped in surprise and spun around, fear burning in his chest. What if this was a trick and this person was one of Thanos's minions?

It wasn't. It was a Midgard girl with long reddish hair and fair skin. Freckles were sprinkled across her nose and her eyes, green and gold, glared at him from under her hair. She was as tall as Loki and slender in every aspect.

She didn't look like a threat, but Loki couldn't be sure. Then he saw the small blade in her hand. It was barely anything, but in his weakened state, Loki might not be able to protect himself from it.

Loki glared at her and tried to appear intimidating. "For what reason did you bring me here, mortal?" He felt a pang in his stomach as he called her mortal. He didn't know if he was even immortal anymore. Was he even Asgardian? Or was he just another pathetic mortal?

She raised an eyebrow. "That's how you treat the girl who saved your pathetic life, mortal." She said the last word in a mocking tone, putting her hands on her hips.

"I am no mere mortal," Loki snarled, trying to convince himself as much as her.

"Just how hard did you hit your head when you got jumped?" she asked. "You are way too in character."

Loki's confusion must have shown, because she looked surprised. "You weren't at a Comicon or something like that? You didn't get jumped?"

"I do not understand what your talking about, woman!" Loki snapped. "I have been on Midgard only once before, and I did not pay attention to your petty customs. What is a 'comi-con' and what is this jumping?"

She frowned. "You're loonier than I thought," he heard her mutter. "All right, then just who are you?" she asked, louder this time.

"I am Loki, son of Laufey and raised as a son of Odin. I am from Asgard, but have been…other places for a long while." Loki stood again and tried to seem tall and proud through the pain in his leg.

Her eyes widened. "Seriously," she said. "You've got to be kidding me."

Loki opened his mouth to again tell her what he said was true, but she cut him off.

"Of all the people I could have saved, I just had to save the one who tried to kill us all! Why didn't I just leave him there?" She grabbed her hair and pulled on it.

Loki was cautious. "Now you believe me?"

She glared at him. "Yes. Of all the Loki wannabe's I've ever met, you're the first to be that forward about it. And the first to know who his parents really were. You're the real thing. Plus, I now know why your face seems familiar." She stalked over to the coffee table and pulled a magazine from a stack of paper. She held the cover a few inches from him face and pointed to the front.

There was a picture of him in full Asgardian garb, standing in front of a group of kneeling people. He remembered that incident. Next to the cover was a slightly blurry close up of his face. There was no mistaking him.

"I suppose I will be left to fend for myself now," Loki said to the woman, lowering her hand with his.

She looked at him and shook her head. "Nope. Knowing my luck, the moment you stepped outside the building, someone would shoot you."

He frowned at her. "You would help the one who tried to destroy your people? Would that not make you a traitor?"

"You tryin' to convince me to kick your butt out of here?" she said. "I don't care what they think, if they even found out. They won't though, if you stay inside. With that leg, I don't think even standing up is such a good idea."

Loki sighed and let himself be pushed onto the couch. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

She stared and him and laughed. "Don't flatter yourself. It takes a lot more than a guy in reindeer horns to frighten me."

He rolled his eyes. "I believe you and Tony Stark would get along brilliantly."

She shrugged. "Can't say. Never met the guy." Her eyes softened. "Plus, you've had plenty of chances to hurt me, or scare me and you haven't. I think I'll be fine."

Loki looked at her closely. By Midgardian or even Asgardian standards, she was nothing special. Not particularly ugly, but not pretty either. Her eyes were too close together, her mouth was too thin and her nose was too straight. Her skin was as pasty as his was. No, she was nothing special.

She looked down at him. "Hungry?" she asked.

His stomach responded with a growl before he could talk.

She laughed and went into kitchen.

Loki stared at the ceiling. He found himself comparing her to other women he had met. She was softer than Asgardian women, but tougher than most of the women he had met on his last trip to Midgard. He liked her laugh. It was mostly air, making barely any sound.

Loki sighed. He was only thinking these things because she was the first woman he'd been near in who knows how long. He looked down at his leg. The pants were still above the bandage. He picked at the edge again.

"I said stop that!" the woman called from the kitchen. "Do you want it to start bleeding again? Idiot!" Pots and pans started clanging around, drowning out what ever else she said.

Before long, Loki could smell meat and eggs. After another half hour, she was back in front of the couch, a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him. He just stared at it.

"If you don't want it, I'll eat it," she said and Loki believed her. She'd already devoured half of her plate.

"I suppose I should thank you, mortal," he said into a slice of toast.

"If you really want to thank me, stop calling me 'mortal.' My name is Jeanette." She took another bite of bacon. "I swear, though, if you call me 'Jeanie' or 'Nettie' or any other nickname, I will kick your ass across New York."

Loki laughed.

Jeanette smiled at him and went back for seconds.

Maybe Midgard wouldn't be so bad after all.

Kori: Thanks for reading. I love you all and hope you liked it. Please review and I'll see you in the next chapter.