It was almost night on Asgard. Shops and businesses were closing for the day and families retreated to their homes for dinner. The Asgardian royal family were among those who were preparing for their daily evening meal. Tonight was one of those rare instances that the royals ate together. Oftentimes, Odin was attending to his kingly duties, such as attending court or on off-world visits. Or, his sons, Loki and Thor, were preoccupied with their activities. Loki was usually found to be practicing spells or reading books over beings of the nine realms. Thor would be found hunting or sparring with his friends.

But this day, the All-Father himself made sure to have all of his family present for an important matter he needed to discuss. He ordered his servants to make a grand but small feast for the family in the Great Hall.

As he waited for a servant to fetch him for the dinner, Loki read a book on the biology of Midgardians. He was intrigued with their simple ways and studied them constantly. Today he happened to choose a book filled with information on how they look and bodily functions. They seemed pretty similar to Asgardians besides the obvious height and strength differences. And their beliefs that we're all myths and tales of rubbish fairy tales mothers tell their children at night.

Loki heard a knock on his door, alerting him that it was time to go to dinner. He set his book down on his desk before making his way towards the Grand Hall. His mother was already in her seat when he arrived. She gave him a curt smile before enveloping him in a hug. Loki sat to the side of her. The two engaged in a light conversation about each others days before turning around to watch as Thor and the All-Father arrived. As soon as the men seated themselves, servants began to bring out the food for the night's feast. Platters of roasted meats and exotic cheeses and vegetables poured out of the kitchen hallway doors. Servants came and go as they placed the food on the table or filled the golden chalices with mead. The royals were quiet during this whole period of time until the servers eventually returned to the kitchen.

Once they were alone, the family began to engage in their meal and conversation. Odin, as All-Father was first to take his portion of food, followed by Frigga and their sons. Loki waited patiently as his parents served themselves. Across from him sat Thor who stared greedily at a massive boar leg. Loki smirked as he thought of a trick that would get under his brother's skin just a tiny bit. As soon as his parents were done piling food unto their plates, Loki grabbed the boar leg before Thor could even move to get it. Thor gave his brother an annoyed look, knowing that he'd done it on purpose.

"Why are you looking at me like that brother?" Loki asked, blatantly feigning his curiosity. "It is as if I owe you something."

"Loki, we both know you just took the boar's leg to irritate me as I plan to enjoy this dinner," Thor huffed. "You don't even like boar."

"Well I have decided upon myself that I will enjoy it tonight," he stated. He lifted it up to his lips as if he were going to take a bite out of it before his mother intervened.

"Loki dear, please give your brother the boar leg so he'll calm down. And so none of us have to endure the pain of seeing you eat a food that you so very much detest," Frigga asked.

"Yes mother." he said. "Thor, please hand me your plate while I give you mine, so you can get your boar leg and I a clean plate that has yet to touch a lick of food."

The two switched plates and filled them with foods to their actual likings. Loki's plate had a lot of vegetables and soups. He had always preferred plant based foods over animal based unless it was fish, lamb, or poultry. Thor on the other hand had nothing remotely close to a vegetable. Everything was either a meat or cheese. Thor gave Loki a genuine smile as a thank you for giving him the boar leg. It's not like Frigga needed to tell me to give it to him. He was going to get it eventually. I mean I'm not wasteful.

As they ate, the family conversed. Well most of them did. Odin was quiet as usual, observing the people he cared for so much as they laughed and talked about event from their day. Though they quickly fell quiet when he cleared his throat. All eyes fell on him as he prepared to speak.

"Thor, Loki," Odin said seriously, looking both his sons in the eyes. "As you know, you are of age of courtship and marriage."

"Yes father," Thor said.

"It is time that we take this into account. I am getting older and Odinsleep comes more often and last longer each time. Soon one of you will take my place of king, and you will need a queen by your side."

"Don't we have another thousand years before we have to worry about marriage father?" asked Thor. "For we are still quite young."

"You've already found us wives haven't you," Loki said sadly.

I'm not interested in queens or heirs yet. Why can't it just wait another thousand years like Thor said. I'll have less distractions by then. Thor will have matured enough, so I won't constantly have to worry about looking out for him.

"Yes, I have found a woman for one of you to be betrothed to."

"To whom is she betrothed to?" Loki asked.

Please don't let it be me. Thor needs a woman more than me. She can keep him in check and relieve me of my duties.

"To you, my son," Odin replied.

Loki groaned.

"Why do you look so sad brother. I thought you'd be happier to know that you were the one to be betrothed," Thor chuckled.

"Her name is Sigyn. You remember her don't you?" Frigga informed them. "Her parents are part of the court. She would often play with you two when you all were children."

"The one with the blonde hair and blue eyes?" Thor asked.

His mother nodded yes in response.

"She's quite beautiful. Loki, you are a lucky man."

No. No. No. Anyone but her. Not the blonde haired, blue-eyed she-devil who tormented me all throughout our childhood to now. Not the woman who called me a disgrace to the Asgardian Royal Lineage because I chose a spellbook over a sword. Said that I'd never amount to anything in life and that Odin wouldn't even think about me being king of Asgard. Sigyn was worse than Sif. At least under Sif's teasing was a sisterly love. Sigyn however loved to see me in pain. She pushed me into the way of the race horses, causing one of them to run over my leg, which crushed my ankle. And I couldn't tell anyone because it would be a shame to my parents if one of the princes was being bullied by the daughter of two court members. I could never love her. I could never be with her. Ever.

"I'm not marrying her," Loki announced.

Thor and Frigga laughed at his response.

This agitated him almost as much as the news of the courtship. "I'm not jesting. I'm not going to marry her."

The room fell quiet.

"That's not up to you," Odin said.

"Shouldn't it be up to me," Loki argued. "It's my life."

"Your very life is the foundation of Asgardian culture. You must make sacrifices for the people."

"Why can't Thor marry her. He seems to have more interest in Sigyn than me."

Odin sighed. "Because when I asked her to choose between the two of you, she told me she'd rather be married to you."

"I don't love her," Loki said.

"This isn't about love, Loki. It's about the fate of the Asgardian royal house. Do you think I loved your mother when we were first betrothed," Odin bellowed. "I didn't. I avoided her because I didn't really care for her much, but eventually, I began to love her."

"Loki, listen to your father," Frigga said softly. "Sigyn is a lovely woman. She has a pure heart, and you both share a common interest in spells."

"She's a she-devil!" Loki hissed. "You have no idea what she's done to me! And you expect me to love her! I can never love a woman like her. She is the definition of pure evil. She chose me to torture me with her ways. Sigyn hates me and won't hesitate to remind me so."

Odin abruptly stood up from the table. "You are marrying Sigyn, and that it is final, Loki. You will marry and stay with her even if I have to chain you to her forever."

"No, I'm not. And you won't be able to force me to either," he snapped.

Loki stood up from his chair, seething with anger. He stormed out of the room, leaving an aura of anger in is wake. He quickly found himself in his chambers where he came to the decision of leaving Asgard.

How will you leave, Loki. Heimdall most certainly isn't going to be allowing me to leave after this. And depending on where I go, they will either return me to Asgard or kill me. Think Loki, think. Where can you go? What can you do? I can… I can… go through the portal to Midgard. That way, I am discreet and unseen by even Heimdall's eyes. Or at least I think he can't see when I go through the portal. I guess we know what we're doing now.

He grabbed a small woolen bag from his chest. Unsure of what to pack, Loki's bag was filled with a week's worth of clothes and a two pairs of his sharpest knives. More supplies could be bought when he arrived in Midgard. He needed to pack light to give the appearance that he'd be back soon once he was discovered to be missing. But in all actuality, Loki didn't even know if he would come back. His family would probably want nothing to do with if he came back, for he abandoned them for a love he knew he wasn't able to give. He wondered if they'd send someone to look for him in the first place. Would they just leave him alone to live life as he pleased? It wasn't like there was only would heir. Father always seemed to favor Thor for the throne anyway. He pushed those thoughts away as he prepared to leave.

There was still a small amount of space left. Loki decided to put the necklace that the little girl who found him in the snow all those years ago inside it. It seemed only fitting to bring a memento given to him by a Midgardian the first time he went, on his journey back to the place from where he obtained it. Loki took off his royal garments and dressed in the simplest most, midgardian looking attire he could find. He laid his black and green outfit on his bed. It seemed like the final tie to his life as an Asgardian Prince. He looked over his room one last time, taking in the memories it held, not knowing if he'd ever come back. A single tear fell down his face before he left his room.

He made sure that the hallways were clear before casting a spell that disguised him as one of the palace guards. Loki was able to walk freely out of the palace. He made his way down to the docks. There was a small canoe on one of the ends of the rows of the many gondolas. No one would miss it, and it's size wouldn't draw too much attention either. Loki undid the rope which bound the boat to the dock easily before getting inside. The paddles were on the floor and were hastily placed into the hangers. Loki began to row away from the dock, each row he did seemed to ease his mind about leaving. The currents and waves flowed in his favor tonight, making the trip faster than it would usually take. It was as if the planet itself knew that he needed to leave. He smiled at the thought of the world being on his side.

Loki arrived at the cliffs about half an hour after leaving the dock. He grabbed his bag and carefully exited the canoe, making sure not to slip on the rocks. There would be no point of securing the boat, as it would draw suspicion to where he went, so he decided that whether it drifted away or not would be up to nature. Loki began to climb up the stone, careful of where to put his hand as the rocks were slippery due to being so close to the water. As he climbed higher, it became easier to climb because there were more ledges and divots in the rock. Seeing how easy it was, Loki went faster. He approached the entrance to the portal even more quickly than before. In his haste, he missed his footing on a ledge. Loki's adrenaline spiked as he started to fall down the cliffside. Suddenly he felt a hand reach out to grab him. He looked up to find Sif holding his hand deathly tight, making sure she wouldn't drop him. She pulled him up to the ledge and gave him a look that screamed "explain".

Loki knew that there was no way to lie to her about this situation. Sif was smart, and it would be easy for a child to connect the dots.

"I'm leaving," he said.

"For how long?" Sif asked.

"I don't know."

The expression that flickered over her face let him know that she realized what he meant.

"Why?"

"An arranged marriage to Sigyn. I can't love her, Sif. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with that, that-"

"And where are you to go, Loki? Heimdall will see where you are!"

"I'm going somewhere no one will find me," Loki said forlornly.

"What if something happens to you? What happens if you're in trouble?" Sif ranted. "No one can come to your aid!"

Well my plans were just to figure it out myself. Or die if worse comes to worse. But now due to unforeseen circumstances, I can use Sif to my advantage.

Loki opened and dug through his bag until he felt his hand brush by a cold metal. He took the band out of the bag and took Sif's hand. She looked at him apprehensively as he slid the ring unto her finger. Loki then closed his eyes and covered her hand with his as he silently placed a spell over it. He then removed the ring from her finger and prepared to explain the situation.

"What was that for?"

"This," he said. Loki took one of his knives and carved a small mark into the ring. After he carved it, he and Sif watched as her finger turned red in the same place the band was. "It is a way to alert you if I'm in trouble or in need of help."

Sif frowned. "It still won't tell me where you are."

"Luckily, I plan to not stray too far from the portal."

"First off, what portal? Second, where are you even going? Or do you not know yet?" Sif asked.

"Midgard." Loki began to climb the rocks once more. He was significantly higher than the warrior before realizing she hadn't been following him up. "Don't just stand there. I need to show you where the portal is so you can find me."

She hesitated before following in Loki's path. Luckily they weren't to far from the entrance to the cave where the portal was housed. It took only a few minutes before they arrived at the mouth. The two stood at the entry to the doorway to a new path in life. Loki contemplated if this was what he wanted to do. He brushed away those thoughts before entering the cave. Sif knew that this was where she was supposed to stop and let him go.

"Promise me to tell no one of what happened tonight, understand," Loki yelled from inside the cave.

Sif nodded before walking away from the mouth of the cave. Behind her, the brother of her best friend. Someone who could never know what happened tonight. She had a promise to keep.

Loki guided himself through the cave, never once looking back. He was afraid that if he turned around, he would want to stay. But I can't. And I won't. Sure he'd miss his family, but that was the price of leaving. Like his mother said, they'll always be with him in his heart anyway.

The god had reached the point in the cave where it was absolutely devoid of light. He conjured a light spell before continuing on. The farther he walked, the more familiar the walls became. It wasn't long before he happened upon the ravine. It was significantly wider than before. It would take more than a well-timed trip to get over it this time. Luckily, it was still narrow enough to jump over. Loki walked back a few feet before breaking out into a run. His feet then left the ground and soared through the air before coming down on the other side. Well things are already looking to go better than last time.

Once he cleared the ravine, Loki saw that he was now able to see the walls of the cave. I'm on the Midgard side now. The light is not as bright as it was before, so I'm guessing it must be night. He dropped his light spell down the ravine as he no longer needed it to see as he made his way through the remainder of the cave. Each step bringing him closer to the light. There's no turning back now. His family would awake to his disappearance. No idea to where he had vanished off to. No way to find him. All they could do was hope that he'd come/ Long ago he discovered that Heimdall wouldn't be able to see him if he went through the passage. It was a sort of an old magic that was placed over the many portals.

Loki found himself in the snow. Is that place in Midgard in an eternal winter, or do I just arrive during the season. Although this time, the snow was falling harder and thicker, the temperature was a lot lower because of the night, and winds were whipping up all around him. Great, there just had to be a storm. The norns must be watching over me because the sky is almost blocked out from the snow to even have a sliver of light shine through. The wind howled around him as the cold snow blew into his face. Loki could barely see anything around him. As much as he wanted to stay in the cave and wait it out, he couldn't because of the unpredictable conditions. He'd have to find a more stable shelter than this, one preferably with a door. It wasn't that the temperature was bothering him. His body always felt at home in the cold. It was the threat of being snowed in and trapped in a cave. A cave with no food or water, leaving him with the obvious choice of returning to whence he came.

He started the hard trek through the snow, no idea of where he was going. Loki could look back in his mind to the first time he'd come to Midgard. It would remind him of the direction from which the smoke was coming from. The village will be long gone by now. But there could be a different set of civilization. It wouldn't hurt to try Loki. He traveled a little bit more to the left, making marks on a tree every couple of yards in case he lost his way. The snow was falling harder now. The cold wind was howling all around him. The snow got higher and higher right before his very eyes. Each step Loki took made him sink deeper into the snow. But, he still wasn't in the slightest bit cold. The farther he went, the more it seemed like he was never going to find shelter.

A dark shadow began to form in front of Loki's eyes. It was a rough outline of a rectangle. Perhaps I've finally found shelter here. He approached the structure cautiously. He was soon able to see the outline of the roof, and a few dim lights coming from some high windows. The light encouraged him even more. Loki was practically running through the snow by this point. His suspicions were proved definite when he find himself on the steps of what could be described to one as a luxurious cabin. This is it. The moment I reintroduce myself to humanity. Loki knocked on the door. For a minute all he heard was silence. Then there was a muffled shuffling. The sound of keys inside the lock was music to his ears.

The door opened and a head poked out to reveal a young woman. She had blazing red hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skin was so pale, she was giving Loki a run for his money. She looked to be barely more than eighteen. The girl looked over the man who was currently standing at her door, taking in the sights of what looked to be thin clothes which were now clinging to his skin from being wetted by the snow.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked apprehensive of the situation. A strange man standing in the middle of a blizzard was quite suspicious.

"May I come in?" Loki sputtered. "I'm not from around here and in need of aid"

The woman slightly hesitated before slowly opening the door. Loki bolted inside of the house. He turned around to thank the girl who was locking the door back.

"Thank you."

She shrugged her shoulders as if to say no big deal. "It's really rough out there."

"So I've noticed," he laughed. "I believe that I would have frozen over if I didn't have such a warm soul."

The girl smiled. "Well it's a good thing you have such a good heart. Do you have a name sir?"

"Alian. And you my fair lady? What is yours?"

Author's Note: Hola, what about that A4 trailer. Who is ready for Endgame. Yeah it has been a little while. You know me always the procrastinator. At least I have a plan this time. Yeah so thanks for reading. Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse comes out this Friday. Go see it. It has 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. Good night and check out my tumblr at tvLifeGirl12,