AN: Thank you odinsdatter9, jazzers444, and JigokuShoujosRevenge, hope you don't mind me calling you out, but you all are very kind :) Happy reading!

I don't own Thor. But you already knew that.

A month had passed by in Asgard. Nothing changed much in Asgard, even thousands of years later, the serenity of the utopian realm never left. The sun seemed to be always shining, even in the rain. Bad news was unusual and everyone lived in privilege and success. It would be difficult to believe that there are any lost souls in Odin's kingdom.

Frigga noticed the change in her son first. Loki had stopped his tricks; no one had any complaints from the God of Mischief. When she mentioned this to her husband, Odin felt proud, but Frigga was more than concerned. And her worry only grew when she was told, every day for an entire month, that Loki would not join them for any meal or castle activity. Frigga had not seen her son for a month.

"Thor," Frigga said one quiet night, "Have you seen your brother lately?"

"I have not Mother. He did not join me at our feast today. I have not heard a word from him. He is not ill is he? Is he alright?"

"I hope he is fine. Alright, we shall see into his disappearance later, for now, go to bed my son. Sleep well."

As they parted, what neither saw, was a shadow of a large creature, lurking in the dark, hiding from all he knew.

!

If Loki was unseen for a month, Darcy was all the desert town had seen in the month. The men didn't know who they were more suspicious of, Jane or Darcy.

A ritual had formed for the two friends that involved breakfast at Lola's every morning, and every Sunday night in town where the two would be the only people strolling the streets. Of course the latter was Darcy's idea of adventure, to freak the old townspeople by drunkenly yelling at Jane about her sorrows while Jane supported her friend's weight and buried her face into her scarf to conceal her identity but that was in vain. Just as Jane's novelty had begun to wear off, Darcy arrived sending shock waves through the conservative town.

A Monday morning, they barged into Lola's, now really the only lady willing to make small talk with them, while Darcy claimed their small booth and put on her headphones singing along to Meg Trainor's "All About that Bass" on top of her lungs . Jane threw Lola an apologetic look as she sat down and ordered their breakfast.

"Hello my dearies, how was your night?" Lola asked politely.

"…I ain't a size two, but I can shake it, shake it…"

"Hi Lola, yeah it was…nice," Jane replied lamely. She studied her hands instead of watching Lola watch Darcy with captivation as her friend seemed to be having multiple muscle spasms as Darcy flinged her limbs across the entire booth. People were starting to stare.

"So," Lola tried her best to look away, "did you survive the electricity shortage? I went two hours without my -"

"…cause I got that boom-boom that all the boys chasing…"

Lola choked at that and straightened her dress, looking at Jane in bewilderment. Jane cleared her throat, hoping to get Darcy, who had her eyes closed and was entirely oblivious, to calm down. Naturally, she was unsuccessful.

"…all the right junk in all the right places –"

Lola gasped and Jane kicked Darcy under the table.

"OW! What was that for! You whore, why'd you ruin my swag?! I missed my favorite part of the song, now I'm gonna have to replay it all, god I hate you, why do you exist, you moron I hate you so so much…oh hey Lola, what's up chica, you're looking great this fine morning."

It took a total of two seconds for Lola to recover. Smiling, she asked, "Why thank you Darcy, you look lovely too. Now what can I get ya'll?" Darcy ordered a feast for herself and as normal Jane settled on doing her best finishing whatever Darcy doesn't eat. As they leave, Lola smiled at Darcy and gave Jane a motherly hug whispering, "You take care Jane. And don't worry so much, you'll get grey hairs by 30!"

Jane choked out a shy giggle and the best friends left smiling. "You know," said Darcy, "the place is beginning to grow on me." Jane playfully rolled her eyes at her friend, secretly relieved. Although she loved her private time, Jane loved Darcy.

"Darcy, really, thanks for being here. This might be hard to believe but my life seems normal around you. No matter how much of a social klutz you are –"

Darcy snorts, "Look who's talking."

"–you are the best friend anyone could ask for."

Darcy winked at Jane, "I know."

!

The God of Mischief was not easy to fool. He was canny, clever, a liar, a manipulator, and a trickster by trade. Loki Odinson knew himself well and his potential and the powers of his sorcery was not something he was unaware of. He knew all his capabilities and smarts. Loki knew more about his powers than anyone would dream. But after a month of investigations, hiring apothecaries and consulting multiple users of Dark Magic, he learned something he never knew of himself.

At first he was disbelieving. Loki was a prince, he had been his whole life. But after a wizard from a different realm gifted him a passage to Odin's memories, Loki discovered an ugly truth. He visited Jotun. He saw within own eyes, what he had become. No, he told himself, this is what I've always been.

He had been living a lie.

He was not of Asgard. He was not Odin's heir. And truth be told, he was not Odin's anything.

He was Loki. Loki Laufeyson. The could be, would be, should be king of Jotun. Loki was something else as well. Something he never imagined and wanted to be.

A frost giant.

AN: Poor Loki. I think for any adopted child, finding out on your own is the worst. I always believed Odin shouldn't have hid that from him. Anyways, thank you for reading, I hope it was interesting. I'm a Kat Dennings and Darcy Lewis fan and for me, they're like one in the same. And Lola's a darling. The song was "All About that Bass", I picked the most scandalous lyrics, however it's an awesome song, really gets you pumped and it's about body image, and I love it cause it makes me feel comfortable and good about the way I look ;) for every girl (and guy) out there: /watch?v=QgmzAu7_wyc (I don't own it and I don't mean to endorse it either)

My favorite lyric from that song ought to be, "Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top." And even though I don't know you readers, I bet it applies 110%. Stay tuned beautiful people.