Chapter 1

His eyes opened ever so slowly. All he could make out was a filthy shade of brown bellowing everywhere. Gradually, as his senses started returning (or whatever was left of them anyways), he felt the searing sensation of pain right in the middle of his chest. He lifted his hand to touch that spot. But instead, he noticed how they had dried. He was a little confused, but proceeded to check the source of the pain. His movements were slow and it annoyed him very much. The minute he touched the wound, the memory struck him like lightening.

Thor. There was Thor and Jane. There was the Kursed. He tried to kill him by sticking one of the Dark Elves' sword. But he had turned around and —

"Ah!" escaped from between his lips. Now I remember what happened, he thought. As he tried to gather his wits as much as he could, he remembered something else. Thor sitting above him. He was mourning. He was crying for him. He remembered a few words.

"I'll tell Father what you did here today."

"I didn't do it for him."

Thor had cared. That was a side of his "brother" he had never seen. Especially for him.

The fool. How would he have done anything for Thor? He slowly got up and stayed in that position for a while. He felt his wound heal, the pain slowly dissipating. He watched as his hands regained their pale colour. He could feel the blood pumping through him. Making that deal wasn't such a bad idea after all.

He stood up, strength reclaiming his every muscle. He brushed his hair back and looked at the Dark World. Well, whatever he could see of it. There was a huge storm on-going at the moment, making it near to impossible for the him to wade through. He caught his coat at the hem and raised it above his face, keeping it away just enough for him to see where he was going.

As he trudged on, he had to pass through a particularly difficult area where the storm was as thick as a dark starless night. This is where everything went wrong. A rock that was probably flying around in the air, hit him at his side and he was thrown towards his right. He scrambled up on his feet, clutching his torso, and quickly ran to the first sight of shelter.

As he entered the dark cave, he felt a surge of something powerful. He could sense something was around. He walked cautiously over the uneven ground. And he kicked something. He watched as the glass bottle rolled a few feet away from him. He picked it up, only to find out it was from Midgard.

"A Midgardian vessel?" he said to himself. "What is it —"

That's when it hit him. The Convergence was upon them. Any day now, all the nine realms would align. He realized that there must be a portal somewhere around here. He stretched his hand out and waved it, seeing if it vanished at some point.

Finally, somewhere deeper in the cave, his hand disappeared. He slowly pulled it out and smiled. He straightened up and walked through the portal.

As he appeared on the other side, he saw that it was an rock ground with rectangular short two to one story "cement" buildings around.

But something unfortunate was to happen. As he set foot on Midgardian ground, a sensation coursed through him like a horse running in freely in a vast open field. He fell to the ground and it felt as though his very life force was being pulled out of him inch by inch. A green mist like wisps started to emanate from the centre of his chest, where the wound had been.

"What...is...happening?" he managed to utter between gasps of pain. From the centre of his chest, the green mist spread to his arms and legs and neck. It started falling out and vanishing into nothingness like smoke. He put his hands on the ground, now on all fours. His breathing had gone heavy and deep. He tried to move forward but his body seemed to weak.

"What is happening?!" he asked to no one through gritted teeth.

And as if with a final blow, the green mist – his magic – burst forth from him. It was as though someone was stealing his very core against his wishes. It convulsed into a fluorescent green ball of mist and floated a little away from him. He fell to the ground, almost lifeless, and his eyes started to become heavy. As he fell into oblivion, he heard a familiar voice.

"When you redeem yourself, you shall have it back."

Odin. Oh how clever, Loki thought as his eyes shut and he fell into what seemed like an eternal limbo.