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Loki had spent several weeks together with the Omaticaya tribe to gain their trust. But with their trust so easily gained and their smiles warm with welcome, Loki couldn't make himself use them like he had first intended.

They had been mistrustful when they first met him, nothing Loki hadn't been expecting when their home had been invaded by strangers. But when the rest of the tribe learned, like Tsu'tey and the hunters, that he wasn't part of the Sky People, they gave him a chance. Loki had at first shamelessly taken advantage, like a wolf between defenceless sheep, but as he realised that the Na'vi had accepted him as one of their own he could no longer see the point.

They willingly shared their knowledge, home, and food with him and all the hate and loneliness within him soon dried out.

Loki would never have thought that he would come to care for any other species than his own but he had discovered that these loving people shared many characteristic with the Jotuns. They cared for life and nature, they cared for their own and, while heritage was important, it didn't blind them or divide them.

While the Na'vi didn't have royalty, they were ruled by the clan leader, Eytukan, and the spiritual leader, Mo'at, who was a guide to their deity, Ewya. Loki had never been one to believe in higher beings and thought those who did to be fools, but if the clan believed in this Eywa and Eywa had somehow voted in his favour, then who was he to protest? When he asked them who Eywa was, they simple replied that she was the spirit of the forest, their ancestors, and the planet. That Eywa had accepted Loki as one of her own and it was her will that he would be a part of her people.

The Na'vi was like many other species in the World Tree divided into two sexes. Loki had been able to confirm this fully when he had been invited down to the lake to bathe. Their group had left early in the morning and walked through the jungle to a sparkling lake where the Na'vi didn't hesitate to drop their clothes. They were unashamed of their bodies like the Jotuns and as Loki stripped down, eager to witness their reaction to his body, the two races stopped to stare at each other; their reason for going to the lake in the first place completely forgotten. The Na'vi had never seen someone like Loki before but they didn't lash out and shun him for his difference; to his surprise, they thought him beautiful. He didn't know why he had thought that they would be disgusted by his duel sex when he saw how well they treated each other. They didn't distinguish between sexes; the females carried weapons much like the males did unlike the Aesirs and Midgardians where the sexes had been categorised into two roles.

After the first night he had acquired his own bedding within Hometree's branches, a new place for him to call home. Unfortunately that didn't count for Thrym. When Loki had first called him forth the Na'vi had been seized by panic and thus chaos had erupted. Thrym had been impossible to control around the panicking Na'vi, for while Thrym saw Loki as one of his own the Na'vi were no more than prey in his eyes; and the running Na'vi had been very tempting prey. By the time Loki had gained control of Thrym, he had to face the fact that the Na'vi would never learn to trust Thrym completely and so, he sent him away. Whenever Loki lived with the Na'vi, Thrym would roam the jungle outside Hometree's territory waiting for his return. So whenever Loki left to seek solitude in his own small home it would be the two of them together.

But after weeks in the Na'vi's company, Loki had learned more about the wildlife on Pandora. While he had discovered many of the edible plants on his own, he still had much left to learn. Loki would often join the hunters and food gatherers and while they made their way around the forest, they would teach him the names of the plants and animals.

He learned that Thrym was a beast called the Palulukan which meant the "dry mouth bringer of fear." And that the Odinsons were creatures called Syaksyuk; however, he did prefer his own nickname more.

Even though the Na'vi towered over Loki and their limps were longer, they were in no way superior to him in their natural environment. Loki was just as agile, if not more graceful then the Na'vi and he easily followed on par with them; much to their astonishment. He was quickly acknowledged as a skilled hunter and they gave him the title Taronyutsyìp, which meant little hunter. The young adored him, the strong admired him, and the old respected him.

The sound of laughing children made Loki open his eyes. He let his legs uncurl and fall on either side of the thick tree branch he had been sitting on since before early dawn. He couldn't go back to sleep, not after wakening from a terrible nightmare, flashes from the war, and had chosen to sit out in the humid air alone to gather his thoughts.

There were six blue children running around on the ground in the clearing right under him. They were playing a game of tag in the safe sight of their parents' watchful eyes. Even in the middle of troubled times, the Na'vi managed to shield their children against the fear that plagued them. He felt ashamed that he would have first wanted to take advantage of this loving people who already had enough problems to look out for. In the beginning, he had had to struggle to remain smiling in their company. He was careful to keep up his appearances, to show that he was grateful and kind but as the days passed he found that he did not have to pretend. He couldn't believe how bitter he had become, had been.

'But after months of being locked in a golden cage and having to endure daily sexual assault, who wouldn't become bitter?'

"Hey, Loki."

He drew his gaze away from his black toenails to look down upon the children on the ground and noticed that they were all staring back up at him.

"Won't you come down and play with us?" they asked with excited smiles on their faces when they saw that they had his attention.

"I'm not in the mood for games today, my small friends," he said before letting his head fall back against the trunk to stare at the light falling through the leaf filled crown. He had been sitting here for over half a day without realising it. Sighs of disappointment could be heard from below and the sound of them made Loki blow out his own dramatic sigh before he waved his hand and made snow fall from the thin air, right above the clearing. Shrills of delight and surprise sounded from below him and he knew that he wouldn't be bothered again.

'Those spoiled brats.'

The hunters would have already left many hours ago which left Loki with no plans for the day. However much he liked to help out, he didn't want to weave clothes or gather resources right now.

'I'll just have to find some other way to entertain myself for today.'

"Loki?" It was Mo'at, who stood by the root of the tree, who had called out for him. "Is there something troubling you? I worry about you, child."

"It's nothing," he replied before walking away. He walked along the tree branch, one foot in front of the other like a cat, and before the branch grew too thin to carry his weight, he jumped to the next tree and the next. He didn't bother running. He just walked and jumped until he was so far away from Hometree that he couldn't catch a glimpse of it anymore.

While he had told them much about himself, he still hadn't told them everything. He couldn't tell them of his innermost fears that Thor would somehow come find him but worst that he had left his family and people to die. He couldn't be involved in another war and be witness to more misery, not even for them.

He came to a stop in his walk and thoughts when he realised that he was in a part of the jungle he had never been to before. It was the area between the Omaticaya people's territory and the Sky People's base. He would admit that he was curious but he wasn't stupid enough not to heed Eytukan and Mo'at's warning to stay away from the Sky People's base.

A pleasant tingling sensation erupted from the back of his hand and moved all the way up his arm to warm his chest. Loki wasn't surprised when he looked down and saw the little white creature there. The little pests followed him everywhere much to the Na'vi's amusement.

The little thing moved and danced around his hand until it slipped away like it had been caught by the wind. Loki followed its path with his eyes, down to his right side but froze when he saw the moving figures.

They were moving down on the ground at least sixty feet below and they hadn't spotted him so far. With their pale faces and bodies covered with amour, it was impossible to mistaken them for any other being but Sky People. There were five of them, all of them men, and they walked around with some sorts of plastic weapons that Loki could only guess were bows, as they were too dull to be anything else.

'How intriguing this is. Five tiny mortals fall directly into my path.'

As Loki leaped down the tree, following the men, he made himself invisible. He walked right behind them for a while, truly unimpressed when nothing amusing happened. The group was highly paranoid, they didn't talk much and spent most of their time pointing their pathetic weapons at everything that moved, as well as didn't.

When one of the men, Allen, Loki believed he was called, asked his comrades yet again if they had spotted anything, Loki lost his patience.

'I always have to do everything myself.'

He quickened his pace a bit, making sure to keep his footfalls silent. He wanted to make a bit of a mess, nothing harmful really, but as he stepped up beside the last man in the party, Jamie, with the intention to trip him, the man saw him.

"You there, stop," the man shouted surprising all of his comrades who jerked at the loud noise. As soon as Jamie pointed the weapon at him, Loki leaped away, not because he felt threaded by the weapon in the human's hands but because he had been surprised that the human had managed to see through his illusion.

"Jamie, what is it? Where's the threat?" one of the men asked while they all drew together and looked nervously around.

"I don't know for sure, Jason, but I saw the image of a person. It was right in front of me. We can't let our guard down; it's probably still out there," Jamie shouted once more and, to Loki's astonishment, it appeared as if only Jamie had been able to see him. If he had to guess, he would say that it had something to do with the thing that covered Jamie's eyes that made him able to see through his illusion, since none of the other humans wore them.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," Jason called. "If it's a fight you want, coward, you'll have to make a stand."

Loki knew that he should walk away while he still could get away with it. All he had wanted was a bit of fun but now that his cover was blown, it would probably turn violent if he showed himself.

'What a shame. I hate when things doesn't go as planned but there are only five of them, I can still have my fun.'

Loki dropped his illusion and stepped forward from his spot behind the tree. It was Allen who saw him first and by his sharp intake of breath his comrades turned around to look as well. Loki walked forward with a big smile on his face, uncaring of the weapons pointed at him.

"Greetings, mortals, I'm Loki Laufeyson. I'm sorry if I scared you but know that it wasn't my intention to bring you any harm." Faking his innocence, he held up his hands in mock surrender. "I was just curious about you. You see, I come in peace, I'm completely harmless."

"What the hell are you?" Jason asked with confusion written all over his face.

"Stay where you are," Jamie screamed, taking aim with his weapon and Loki stopped dutifully. "Can't you all see that it's just one of those blue freaks?"

"I don't know, Jamie, it doesn't look like them." And as the men continued to look at him, they unconsciously lowered their weapons a bit.

Loki wasn't wearing the gold studded red leather cloth he usually wore; he had changed it because he didn't want to wear the piece out. The Na'vi had taught him how to work on animal skins and plant material to make clothes and he now wore wine red web pants made out of a stretchy gummi material that fit him skin tight. The many bracelets, that he had with him when he first came here, he had twisted into his hair which hung lose down his back.

"You're right, I'm not originally from here but nor are you. What I want to know is where you people hail from?"

"We're the ones asking the questions here, not you," Jamie said, once again raising his weapon.

"Jamie, stand down. You're not authorised to shoot it; I think that we should take…" Jason barked out but Loki cut him off.

"How rude, my name is Loki not 'it.' You should treat your betters with respect or I'll have teach you and you won't like that."

"Are you threatening us? You don't even have a weapon," the man named Taylor spoke with scorn.

'That's what you think.'

Before any of the men could react, Loki had driven in between them, delivering kicks and punches faster than the men could defend themselves. First they tried to rely on their weapons but when they didn't fire, unaware that Loki had blocked the whole barrel with ice, it was already too late. Loki had them beaten into the dirt in no time.

'Right where you kind belongs.'

"So, I'll ask you all again," he said, looking down upon them from the tip of his nose. "Where do you hail from?"

They didn't answer. Whether it was because they couldn't or didn't want to, he didn't know for sure but he would set his bet on the latter possibility, given the way they were all moaning.

"Son of a bitch, I think that it broke my nose."

At the show of disrespect, Loki didn't hesitate to walk over to Allen and kick him in the face one more time for good measure. But when he turned back around, Jason was back up on his knees with a tiny box in his hands.

'Another one of their weird weapons.'

Loki could only laugh when the man pointed the weapon at him, trying genuinely to threaten him.

"You think you can threaten me, Loki, with such a puny weapon?" The moment he finished speaking two threads were shot out at him. But Loki simply stepped aside, reached out and grabbed the threads to pull the weapon out of Jason's hand. But the moment his hand came in contact with the threads, his world grew dark.

His whole body ached with pain and when he made to sit up he was hit by a wave of nausea. He felt dizzy and the bright light above him didn't help his sensitive eyes recover.

"I see that our prisoner has finally awakened."

'Prisoner?'

Squeezing his eyes together, he could finally make out his surroundings. He was seated on the floor in a complete bare room with three white walls and a glass one at the end. On the other side of the glass, behind the door with a metal lock, a heavily muscled man with short hair and scars across his face stood.

Making a show of looking around, Loki let out, "This is much less grand then I would have preferred. You know, my last prison had a bathing tub thirty times the size of this cell and I still wasn't the most comfortable person to be around. Are you sure you want to keep me here?"

"This isn't a holiday, Bluebells. And believe me when I say that you won't feel comfortable for long, unless you answer my questions. I'm Quaritch, Colonel Quaritch. My men told me that you aren't exactly from around here so I can't help but wonder how you ended up here and where the rest of your people hide?"

Loki couldn't help but let a humourless laugh escape. Of course this bunch of muscles would have nothing else but war on his brain, so like Thor, unluckily for Loki this one probably wasn't as dumb.

"You don't know this yet but I love games, a lot more than you I'm sure. But right now I wouldn't mind answering your questions if you would just answer mine in return." He was taking the easy way out but he also didn't want to spend more time in this cell if he didn't have to. If Quaritch wouldn't play his game, he would leave this place.

"Things don't work like that, Bluebells, I'm the one in charge around here," Quaritch said with a lopsided smile.

Loki rose elegantly from the ground and made his way to the glass before stopping just before the transparent wall.

"You don't even know what I want to ask yet," Loki said, taking joy in lowering his head a bit to mock the three centimetres height difference he had on him. "It's very simple; I'll even let you get the first question."

They were both silent for a while studying the other and, in Quaritch's case, in more ways than one. Loki masked his expression of disgust, something he had learned to do long ago, and simply waited to see if the man would play along.

"What kind of creature are you?" Quaritch asked at last, once more letting his eyes wander from Loki's face.

"I'm a Jotun also known as a frost giant and I hail from the great planet Jotunheim."

"A frost giant? Is that why one of my men got a bad case of frostbite?"

The new information made Loki smile with glee, happy to get back at those bastards for stunning him. "He should learn not to touch me without getting my permission first. Now, it is my turn. Here you're called the Sky People but you are in facts humans and you hail from realm known as Midgard, don't you?"

"Midgard, never heard of it," Quaritch said, running his hand through the back of his hair. "I come from planet Earth."

"Good to know," Loki replied with a smile. Earth, Gaia, or Midgard they were all the same thing which meant that he still had a chance to get back to Jotunheim.

"Quaritch," a female roar sounded from further down the hall, and not long after a red haired woman stepped into his view.

"Why did you place him in that awful cell, I clearly told your men to place him in block 133. But I don't know why I'm so surprised; they are your lab dogs after all."

"Grace, you know that I enjoy our talks but I'm in the middle of an interrogation and I don't have time for your usual feeble talk, so either you walk out on your own or I call for my lab dogs to fetch you."

"I'm not going anywhere, Quaritch, someone has to stay and make sure that you don't do something stupid." It was easy to see that the two humans loathed each other beyond words but because of the situation they had to tolerate the other.

"Is she your woman?" Loki asked, already knowing the answer.

"Like hell I'm together with this trigger happy moron," Grace answered angrily before pointing a finger at herself. "I'm Grace Augustine, leader of the science program. I'm trying to understand the life on Pandora; I've almost figured it out and then you appear." She didn't look unhappy about his arrival, her eyes shone with excitement and her lips were slightly curled.

"We ran some test on your blood and tissue and the results are unlike anything I've seen before now. You're not from around here are you?"

While Loki admired the woman for her curiosity and drive, he didn't appreciate being tested on. He wasn't an animal they could lock up and poke around to their own desires.

"I know I'm incredible, so let me make this very clear for the both of you. I'm only here because I want to be." His smile was wide but his eyes were ice cold, and Grace froze stiff when he made eye contact with her. "I don't appreciate the treatment I've received so far; nobody touches me without permission."

"I'm… I'm sorry," Grace stuttered out at last.

"Well, I suppose I can forgive you this one time. It was all done in the name of knowledge and I admit that I can relate to you in that sense. I'm Loki Laufeyson and you are indeed right when you say that I'm not from around here. I come from the planet Jotunheim a frozen realm, home to the Jotuns, also called the frost giants."

"Giants? I don't mean to sound smart but you don't strike me as a giant," Grace said already back on her feet at the opportunity to gain new knowledge.

"That's because I'm not," he answered without further elaboration.

"And how do you explain that?" Grace wanted to know but Loki was quick to cut her off.

"I could answer all of your questions but I don't see why I should. You haven't exactly made this a pleasant meeting so I don't see why I should be inquired to tell about myself when I know so little about you."

"I can see your point and I would be more than happy to let you out of here but I don't think that this moron beside me will let that happen."

"She's right for once, Bluebells, you won't see the other side of that cell for some time to come. Unless, of course," Quaritch made a show of crossing his muscled arms in front of him, "you're willing to be under surveillance 24/7."

With a disarming smile plastered on his face, Loki threw his escape plan into motion.

"That doesn't sound so bad at the moment. Perhaps, we could wait with the interrogation? I feel this terrible ache in my whole body and I wouldn't mind sleeping in a bed for once."

"Oh, come on," Grace let out, looking ready to bang her head against the wall. But both of the men ignored her, too busy staring at the other.

"Lead the way, Colonel." It was so easy to play this role, after months of practice with Thor, he had learned the way of men; that they were greedy and controlled by desire.

Loki patiently waited for the door before him to open and as it swung to the side he had to remain himself not to simply run.

"No tricks, Bluebells," Quaritch said, taking a firm hold around the locks under the base of his head.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he let out with a purr before walking in the steered direction. The hallways he was lead through looked all the same, square empty tunnels of metal. They did cross a couple of soldiers on their way that all stopped to stare at him and every time Quaritch had to threaten them with kitchen duties to get their asses into gear.

"What's the problem between you and Grace?" he asked in an attempt to get Quaritch's attention away from looking at his ass.

"I believe it all originates from the difference in our personal interests. Shall we say that while she wants to run you through tests in the lab, I have my own personal ways to study you." The shivers that ran up Loki's spine were entirely out of disgust, although the breathless moan he let out could be mistaken for something else. They had only been walking for a while and Loki still had no idea where they were, but he couldn't tolerate this mortal's touch anymore. And so, Loki stopped walking to which had Quaritch immediately tighten his hold around the black hair.

"I want you to take me, here, now," Loki breathed out as he turned his head carefully around to look upon Quaritch's scarred face.

"You sure?" The scum answered with a filthy grin. "The cafeteria is just down this hall, anyone could come by."

'Perfect.'

"I would like that very much, Colonel." And as Loki drew his face closer, making sure to pout his lips and lower his eyelids, Quaritch's hold upon his hair loosened. A hairsbreadth away from touching, Loki flipped down onto the floor and kicked Quaritch in the shins, making the heavy man fall back. Loki was already up and sprinting down the hall before Quaritch's back hit the floor.

'There has to be windows in the dining hall. Not that it really matters, I'll just blow my way through the walls.'

Loki heard the bang as Quaritch fired his weapon before he felt something fly past him. But he didn't have the time to be amazed by the humans' sudden developed weapons, as he sprang inside the crowded cafeteria. He ignored the yells of alarm and surprise, concentrating instead on the spell that made the glass before him freeze and break before he collided with it.

As the glass broke down, blaring alarms penetrated the air, alerting the humans of the gas that swept inside. But Loki didn't care as he ran over the asphalt covered ground and past the tree line. He was already gone.

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Extra info:

Thrym will never get along with the other Na'vi; it is embedded too deeply in his instincts that they are food.

Jamie was wearing infrared glasses; the ones which can pick up on heat. Loki isn't really warm, he is actually the coolest thing on Pandora. But everything else on Pandora releases heat, even the flora, and Jamie could see Loki because he shielded the heat from the plants behind him. (If that makes any sense)

Loki doesn't know that the white things are seeds, at least not yet. Right now he believes that they are just small animals.