So this story has a base beginning and several alternate ways this can go, I have added each in a new chapter so please give me some feedback on which story you like the best, if anyone is interested in taking the idea prompt let me know! I will probably add new chapters/prompts as well so let me know if you are interested in a specific one
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, AVENGERS, HARRY POTTER, OR FAIRYTAIL
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When His father's grace faded Lucifer felt tiny. Trying to move was proving difficult, his body was uncooperative and cold, he was finally able to get one of his arms to swing in front of his face, only to be met with a blue baby fist instead of his usual gold tones.
Freaky….
Movement in front of him drew his attention to the mortal that entered the shrine room from the blizzard outside. He was old, dressed in battle armor and seemed to have just had his eye removed painfully.
The old man put his nasty hands on Lucifer's body; picking him up roughly and making him face his gross visage.
UGH Humanity is touching him.
He felt foreign magic spread through his body, covering the small form, turning his skin pale pink and his eye's a dark green, the gold fuzz at the top of his head turning black with the wave ending the changes.
What the… what are you doing to me old man! His angry shouts came out as pitiful whimpers of a babe making him even angrier. Stupid baby body, stupid warrior monkey making his gorgeous gold eyes and hair change to a copy of his stupid brother Michael's.
At this rate he would never get back home because he was already contemplating murdering this simpleton. He couldn't even imagine caring for any of these barbarians!
"You shall be Loki Odinson, second son of Odin and Frigga." The old monkey said seriously.
"Fuck you old man you're not my Father!" Lucifer fumed silently as the mortal brought him to an ice field before calling out a name and they were swept up in a rainbow of light.
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Life was tedious as a child; all he could do was wander around, eat, sleep, and read. His new caretakers were vermin so he avoided them as much as he could, spending most of his time in the library or his room.
Lucifer (now Loki) didn't deign to spend any time around the heretics who belived themselves to be gods, no one was god except his Father.
He had been in this life for about 300 years now, for all that he still looked like a 12 year old child. These "Asgardians" aged very slowly it seemed. Walking from his room he allowed his grace to unfurl, invisible wings (to everyone except him of course) flared out, quickly taking him to the library in seconds.
This was the only ability of his grace he had any access to at this time, his Father had restricted all of his other powers that he had tried so far, they were all securely locked within himself and he hadn't had any success with removing the blocks so far.
Settling down with a tome on runes he relaxed in his armchair, the hethen who told him to call her mother had started teaching him this "magic" about 100 years ago, apparently it was hard for most of the fleas on this planet even though he compared it to fledgling training.
"Brother!" Oh joy… the Oaf.
"Brother there you are, father is allowing us to spar with the Captain of the Guard! Aren't you excited?"
The blond child was exuberant, long bland hair whipping back past his shoulders as he ran into the room.
"That man is not my father, and no I am not excited." My voice was droll as I turned the page of my book. Pouting Thor grabbed my hand.
"You always say that brother, you're no fun. Come, we must fight everyone is waiting on us." Heaving a great sigh like this was very inconvenient I allowed the mentally younger man to drag me with him to the arena.
Thor was a soft spot I had to admit to myself, the young man reminded Loki of his youngest brother Gabriel, if a bit dumber.
Allowing this body's natural energy out he changed his lounge clothing to fitted leathers, green cape snapping behind him and knee high boots.
"You're so dramatic Loki." The blond idiot laughed and dragged him faster down the corridor.
"Says the one wearing a scarlet cape and gold go-go boots." Thor flushed and scowled at him.
"What are go-go boots?"
"You mean you don't even know that... this realm is doomed when you take over honestly." Loki actually couldn't recall where he had heard the term… maybe when he was watching one of the alternate timelines of earth during his rebellion.
"Don't jest Loki, I will be the best King there ever was in all the realms! Especially since no other King had you to help them."
They finally reached the arena stopping Loki from replying. "Ah my sons have finally arrived, which of you will be first to battle my Captain?" Eye-patch was probably tyring to sound regal but Loki thought he sounded pompous.
"You're not my father, so you should probably let Thor go first." Loki spoke loudly so people could hear him across the space, but he was ignored like always.
"Thor, my first born… why don't you start?" Eye-patch clapped the blond on the back before walking back to his throne above the other heathens.
"Once you are in position you may begin." Ugh… even his voice grated on his last nerve.
Leaning back against the pillar he watched Thor and the guard clumsily grapple with each other, he had yet to see any kind of battle like he had experienced in Heaven, everything felt so slow compared to that and it was quite boring.
Finally getting some room Thor gripped his hammer before smashing the man into the ground in a knockout.
Pathetic; for the Captain to be defeated by an adolescent boy was just pathetic.
"Wonderful my son, why don't you wake him up so your brother may try."
It was obvious from his tone that he thought Loki would lose. Dick.
"Don't bother; I won't waste my time with a man who is so easily beaten. Do not disturb me again with this ridiculousness." Turning Loki began making his way to the kitchens, he was pretty hungry now.