A.N. –
AE: Sorry I took so long but it's finally spring break so there will be more for all my stories!
Jareth: And I still do not see anything for me. Tell me what took you so long?
AE: None of your business you stupid fae.
Jareth: you're a little touchy, *(rolls eyes)*
Erik: Jareth, she has every right to be. Come here AE. *(hugs AE)*
AE: Thank you Erik.
Bruce Banner: okay let's get to the story now.
AE: yes, thank you for reminding me Bruce.
In Asgard,
"Loki, for your transgressions against both Asgard and Midgard, you are to have your major powers taken from you and to be banished to the world which you tried to rule. With no help from family or friends or tricks, you will live as the people you had failed to conquer do."
This was Odin's decree and Loki was banished to earth. Thor watched as his was sent by the newly repaired Bifrost, though Loki was not his brother by blood they were still brothers no matter how many times he denied it. He knew that Loki must think that in his heart, because it broke Thor's to see his brother be punished and to not be able to help.
Loki fell, weak and desolate, falling, alone. He failed, he did wrong in their eyes, he was angry. He had the power, an army; he had manipulated everything to his own will. And all of it still fell, how?
As he contemplated, while falling, he lost consciousness.
Myra was walking by the little stream in the woods behind her home with her son and her sandy colored Irish wolfhound, Sasha.
On the bank of the steam in the middle of the woods, there was a big circle with odd markings and lying halfway in and out of the water there was a man, flat on his face.
"Daniel I need you to sit right here, okay sweetie." Myra said to her son as she sat him on a nearby rock, "Sasha, stay." She told the large dog who immediately sat by the small boy, who in turn hugged the neck of the Irish wolfhound.
Slowly, Myra approached the dark haired man who was lying on the ground.
"Sir, sir are you alright?" she asked as she knelt by the man's side, afraid to move him in case he had any serious injury of some sort. Groaning the man polled over and opened his eyes, everything was still a little fuzzy.
Myra gasped, "Loki?"
He knew that voice, his vision cleared. It was that tiger lady.
Myra got up quickly, stepped back and stood between her son and Loki,
"Why are you back, or is this your punishment? Why me?" she muttered worriedly as she looked from her son to the distance between herself and Loki.
"You are very perceptive, but as you can obviously observe. I am not exactly as powerful as I was before. I have been stripped of all my abilities except for some lesser powers."
"How the mighty has fallen," Myra said with a slight laugh. Loki tried getting up but his arms gave out.
Though they were once enemies, Myra took pity on him. She knew what it was like to feel strange and helpless in different surroundings. She still had that tiger in her; she could feel it roar in her when she had felt threatened and just now when Loki tried getting up.
Loki began to cough, still trying to catch his breath as he tried to stand again. He stood but leaned against the nearest tree more than trusting his own feet.
He nearly fell forwards but Myra quickly ran caught under his arms and helped him lean his back against the tree.
"I am not one to be very sociable or in the least bit kind, but I don't believe I will ever say this to another mortal. Thank you for your kindness though I have never given you any reason to show it to me because of past events."
She looked into his face, a bit surprised; she then turned and put Daniel on Sasha's back,
"Sasha, house." Myra commanded the large dog, who began the moderate trek back to the house. Daniel began to laugh and Myra smiled, so full of wonder was her child; he was his father's son.
She turned back to Loki who was still leaning against the tree; it was a good thing she still kept in good contact with the rest of the team. They would definitely need to be notified.
"C'mon mischief maker," Myra said as she placed his right arm over her shoulders, "I'll take you pack to the house and make sure nothing's broken. Can you walk or are you going to have to rely on me for the most part?"
He seemed to be favoring his left foot, "It seems that there is something wrong with my ankle, but I'll try to manage."
"Well if it hurts don't put too much weight on it, we don't want to damage things anymore than they already are." Myra said as they began their trek toward the house.
"Why exactly do you help me? I have wronged you, your world, the future of your child, injured one of your dearest of friends and invaded your personal information. Yet you seem to have no qualms with me?" he asked looking at her.
"Because everything is in the past, and in fact, had it not been for you I probably would still be stuck in the testing labs at S.H.E. . Since you were defeated and I now have my life back, and since your powers are taken away I feel almost a little bad because you seem to me like people have misjudged your character that you've simply become what people say you are." Myra was now really glad she had that major in psychology; she had been able to analyze Loki's character.
After that conversation, there was silence between them all the way to the house.
