A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to the first official chapter of Alliance. This story is probably going to take some time before it ever reaches completion, but that's okay. I'm just writing this story for fun so I'm not too concerned with reader numbers or favorites. I just figured that if I can share a story that people might want to read, why shouldn't I? I hope you enjoy my little fic and come back for more whenever I post it! If you do end up liking this and want to see more Loki x OC stories I have two more, To Trick a Trickster (which is about to get a sequel) and Mind Your Manners, another story I'm just writing for fun. I've got a few other Avenger stories as well and if you want to check them out that'd be lovely! Thanks for reading! :)

Six months. It had been six months since the beginning of his conquest and now every country of Midgard bowed to him. It had not been hard with the Chitauri behind him. Some countries surrendered before he even made a move to assimilate them. Of course, many places put up a fight… and now they mourned their dead. Some countries hadn't surrendered and hadn't put up a fight, they simply welcomed him with open arms and kneeled to their new king.

It was from one of these willing countries that Loki had found his most trusted advisors. Though, even if they were the most trusted, he still didn't put any faith in them. He didn't trust anyone fully, but that was to be expected and it didn't bother him in the least.

The Avengers had been separated amongst the continents and were checked on regularly to make sure they weren't breaking free from the control of the scepter. In truth, they were helpful in keeping their new homelands loyal to him. No one wished to take on an Avenger.

Things were going well. Not many people enjoyed his rule, and practically everyone feared him, but he would earn their respect soon. There were many things that could be done to sway a people group in his favor. Prizes were awarded when they behaved well and punishments when they were warranted, but never when it was unnecessary. Slowly the earth began to accept him as king.

"Sire!" A man called from the doorway to Loki's office in Stark Tower. There were many fine palaces across the globe, but for some reason he favored living here. This was where the battle had started and this is where he would rule from.

"Enter," Loki replied, sifting through agreements and alliances. The door opened and Faraji Yeboah entered. Yeboah was the second in command of the whole operation and he hailed from Kenya, which had been one of the first countries to give into his rule, "Ah, what news do you bring?"

"The rebellions in Brazil have finally been snuffed out, sire, and the former president has signed the treaty," The large man replied, handing a file over the desk, "Some of the people are upset, but they will not rebel again soon."

"Excellent," He sat back in his chair with a smirk, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that means there is absolute peace across the planet."

"Yes, my king, it does." Yeboah smiled. He knew how great of an accomplishment this was and he was proud to be a part of it.

"Now, is there any other business that needs attending to?" Loki asked. Thor had been wrong, the throne suited him just fine - in fact he had accomplished in six months what Midgardians had never been able to do in their entire existence. World peace was no small matter and though it had cost many lives he knew that he could make it last. The people would bury their dead, get over their losses, and realize that this was a good thing.

"There is one small matter some of your other advisors and I have been discussing, but it is a trivial thing at this moment should you wish to postpone discussion of it."

"Tell me. I've finished much of my work for this day and want to have everything done before I go to check in with the general."

Yeboah looked uncomfortable for a moment, but nodded. "Yes sire," He took a piece of paper out of his suit pocket and cleared his throat, "Your respectful advisors respectfully request to discuss the subject of alliance through political matrimony to further strengthen the great kingdom and, respectfully, produce an heir lest the non-respectful citizens lay claim to our greatly respected king's life," The man flicked his gaze up for a moment and then looked back down at the paper, "Respectfully, your advisors."

Loki laughed. "Well as long as it's 'respectfully' I suppose I shall have to listen to whatever drivel they have to say."

Yeboah smiled slightly. "I admit there was a bit of an overuse of the word."

"A bit."

"So what do you think of the matter, my king?"

"I could hardly make out the meaning of your request. State it plainly."

"Uh, marriage, sire, we wish to discuss the concept of marriage with you."

Loki's eyes narrowed and he straightened in his seat. "My marriage?"

"Yes sire."

"What is there to discuss? I have only just become king. I doubt that this matter is hugely relevant at this time."

"No, perhaps not, but every king must have an heir, do you not agree?" Yeboah answered swiftly, "And there could be great political gain as well."

"Am I to assume you wish me to enter into a matrimonial agreement with a Midgardian woman of high importance to produce an heir and gain political strength with whatever country she hails from?"

"That is the jist of it."

"And you have candidates in mind?"

"Several."

Loki sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. He weighed the idea in his head. It was true that an heir was important, and it was also true that he could strengthen an alliance with any troublesome country simply by marrying one of the resident women. It would make sense for him to do such a thing, but he couldn't help feeling repulsed by the idea. While interspecies relationships bothered him and he was slightly disgusted at the idea of marrying an earth woman, that wasn't the real cause for his repulsion.

He didn't consider himself a sentimental man, but the thought of marrying someone who he didn't love, who didn't love him was not appealing. Sure, he could get to know this person over a course of time and after they were married perhaps they would fall in love, but it didn't seem quite right. Not only that, but he wasn't sure he wanted to love a Midgardian woman even if he did fall for her, their life spans were so short and it could lead to unnecessary heartbreak.

It was frustrating to not want to marry without loving the woman first, but also not wanting to love her because of fear of her death. Still, Yeboah was right, he needed an heir. It bothered him to think of dying here on Midgard - or ever for that matter - but if he did should he allow for earth to return to the way it had been? Fighting and disease ridden? Nay, it would be best to keep this new peace and the only way to ensure its survival would be if he had someone next in line for the throne.

Supposedly he could just nominate someone to take his place in the event of his death, but he hadn't known any of the mortals long enough to want to make them king. Perhaps he could adopt an orphaned child and - no. That he would not do. His own experience with adoptions was not something he would want to repeat or inflict on someone else. Let the orphans of the planet find homes in loving families, not with him.

Yeboah was staring at him as he thought and he realized he'd been silent for sometime now. Finally he nodded.

"Yes, I suppose it would be a good idea. Leave the list of candidates on my desk and I'll attend to it after my meeting with the general."

Yeboah nodded and pulled out his phone, typing in a few commands. "Very well, I'm having the list printed now and I will deliver it promptly."

Loki smiled. The man was learning to make more paper documents. The first time Loki had used one of the Midgardian computers he had fared decently, but the device was no comparison for actually being able to hold and sort the files. He supposed if it was advanced as Asgardian technology he wouldn't have minded so much, but it was slow in comparison to what he was used to.

"Good. I shall see you tomorrow." The king rose from his chair, exited the office, and found his way to the meeting room where he was to see the general of the military. His mind was still fixated on the idea of marriage, but he did his best to push it away and focus on the maps and charts before him.

"We've positioned military bases in nearly every country, my king," The general announced, pulling out a handful of maps and laying them on the table, "However, it is not logical in some areas to have forces on every country, island, or province. Take the Caribbean for example. Seven thousand islands, thirteen countries. It would be difficult to put men on each of those islands."

"Indeed," Loki nodded, scanning the map, "Show me a satellite picture of this area currently."

The general projected the requested image onto the wall and Loki scowled. Something about this picture was not right. Right under the place titled Puerto Rico there was something off. He wasn't quite certain what it was, but he felt as if there was something missing.

"Can you get closer to the area south of Puerto Rico?" The image zoomed in and he nodded, tapping the spot on the map, "Right there. Something is not right. Do you see this haze in the picture?"

"Yes, but that could be a technical error."

"Pull up more pictures of this spot," He consulted the map key, "Four hundred miles south of Puerto Rico."

The general did as he was ordered and the saw that the haze was in every one of the pictures. The man grunted and rubbed the bald spot on his head.

"How has nobody noticed this before?!"

"It is often hard to be aware of magic until someone points it out to you." Loki commented and the general's eyes widened.

"Magic? On Earth?"

"Don't be so surprised. I've long suspected that there has been some magic here. On such a vast planet it would be harder to believe that there is none."

"Oh."

Loki examined the pictures and the odd haze. What was hiding behind it? The size indicated it could be a whole island. If that was the case, who on the island could manage to generate enough magic to hide something so large? As king of the planet he was eager to learn of every nook and cranny. Particularly if there was powerful sorcerer or sorceress on said nook.

"I am going to travel there and see what is being hidden," He announced, "Perhaps there is simply something with the water in this area that creates the haze or perhaps there is something more."

"Sire, should we not send a military force first to make sure it is not a hostile area?"

Loki scoffed. "I'm more than capable of handling a few agitated Midgardians. Besides, if the area is, indeed, cloaked in magic then I might be the only able to get through."

The general bowed and began gathering the maps together. "Yes my king."