Hey guys. So to quickly explain, this story is most definitely not cannon with what happens in the Avengers film. This story will follow Loki's point of view from when he falls from the Bifrost, and also the pov of another character - Aether - who is similar to Loki. In what ways? Read to find out :))

Chapter 1:

*Loki's P.O.V*

I hung at the edge of Asgard, gripping Gungnir with all the strength my weak and now white-knuckled hands would allow. The radiant spear was all that now tethered me to the foul, golden realm. As my weary hands began to fail me, sliding down to the tip of the spear and closer to the void, I allowed my throat to choke out pained words.

"I could've done it father!"

I panted heavily. My frail body struggling to hold onto my 'home planet'.

"For you..."

But he shook his head. The Allfather. As if he was saying for the final time that I wasn't worthy. Of neither the throne, the right to respect from Asgard, nor the right to call him father...

And that's when I realised: I was nothing. My greatest fears had come true. I had never meant anything to those like Odin. Just by thinking of his name made something gather in my throat. Pain. I looked at Thor for some signs of affection - that he believed otherwise, that I was his brother, that I wasn't just a stolen relic, that I wasn't just a Jotun that deserved to be starved of affection - but there was naught. Looking into his blue eyes, I recalled the painful memories I had of Asgard..

I was ridiculed my entire life. I was mocked for practicing magic. I was beaten by those who saw me only by my weak and bony body. And fa- Odin - ignored it. I was always writhing in Thor's shadow. My talent was always starved of the light of everyone's appreciation. But I was ignored. Even when the dwarves had seen my mouth shut - at the tender and foolish age of about 14 centuries - I was chided and punished further. This place bore no love for me. It never has.

And with that, I decided to let go. I fell into the void. My arms felt limp and lifeless, my eyes glazing over with final unshed tears as I watched Odin's solemn and tense face go slack. As if all the muscles in his body ... relaxed..

I continued to fall through the darkness, hoping upon hope that my lungs would stop, that my racing heart would come to a halt. But ... it didn't. Instead, I fell into the realm of the Mad Titan and the Chitari...

*Aether's P.O.V*

My frail heart was racing. Blow after blow came crashing down upon my torn and bruised skin. I felt bones break beneath the weight of my father's leg. I shouldn't even call him that ab anymore, but that was irrelevant right now. If I stay here, cornered in this tiny apartment, I'm going to die. I looked out the window for a split second, and saw the stars glittering in the perfectly tranquil cloak of night. I wish I could've been born as a star - the whimsical and childish part of my mind thought - and not as a cursed wretch on Earth. Another blow to my head jolted my brain back to my prior conclusion - escape. I had no other choice but to use my magic. Focusing my spirit into my spell, I mumbled inaudibly and prepared for my freedom. My timing had to be precise. If it wasn't, the spell could miss, or only be partially effective,and I wouldn't have enough energy to cast it again. I breathed heavily... counted five seconds ... and then casted the spell. It was a little too effective for a knock-back spell: the vile man staggered several metres across the old wooden floors, and fell out of the open window.

I whimpered. My hands shook infront of my eyes, my mind refusing to believe what they had done. Even though he was guilty of many crimes, doesn't mean he deserved death. Nevertheless, I was free. I needed to get out of this apartment.

I tried to hold myself up, but cracking noises and surging pain soon snuffed out that idea. I collapsed on my knees. I began to crawl my way out the door, and down the stone stairs. My knees were quivering with ever step, but I carried on moving. By the time I reached the bottom, my vision was incredibly blurry, and was rapidly worsening. The edges of my mind began to darken, and I felt as though the unwelcome but slightly dampened sleep of death was falling upon my. I came up to a building, and before my mind went black completely, I pressed a button of the door..