Summary: A young Loki travels to Midgard looking for something fun to do and comes across a unique girl with fiery red hair. Imagine his shock when he finds that she is able to see through his lies and tricks
A very young and bored Loki sat nestled at the bottom of a tree, a forgotten book in hand as he watched his older brother spar against an adult warrior. Thor had reached the age where he would begin extensive training and thus had very little time to spend with his dark haired little brother. Not that it seemed to bother Thor, who eagerly took up a short sword and went after the taller Asgardian with reckless abandon.
Allfather Odin and Frigga stood across the courtyard and watched with smiles upon their faces. Loki’s forehead scrunched in displeasure at the sight and he turned back to watch Thor again. There was nothing pleasant about this at all. Charging like a reckless and wild beast. He was grateful for his gift in magic, though it still needed refining. He was more than happy with sticking his nose in old books.
His pale face smoothed itself from its previous emotion and morphed into a frown that seemed unnaturally fitting for someone his age.
Loneliness, something that always ate at him, would find itself held at bay when his brother took notice of him. His brother, the only one who seemed to truly care for him, though Loki knew that he lived in his brothers shadow. He would never be better than Thor, most favored son and golden child of Allfather, but he longed to be esteemed as his equal.
Silently he moved from his spot as soft spoken magic weaved over him, causing his body to vanish. He smiled at the familiar thrum of magic, this his first and most favored spell.
Frigga noticed her young child’s absence but knew she could do nothing to make Loki return and join them. She hoped, deep down, that whatever he was up to that it wouldn’t bring trouble upon them.
Loki debated briefly where to go and what to do. Though he was intelligent and thought himself above most others, it didn’t stop the adolescent in him from yearning to play with other children.
Thor’s friends? No, they would most likely be training as well. Perhaps the children outside of the castle? No, they would be ushered home by wary mothers who didn’t want their young to be influenced by his naughty nature.
He stopped by the enormous library to return his book and a worn map of the Nine Realms caught his attention and he stopped when he saw Midgard. Loki had traveled from Asgard to different realms before but had yet to visit Midgard. A sly smile spread across his face, causing his eyes to twinkle… he wasn’t called the young God of Mischief for nothing.
Thankfully he was cunning, and more wily than Heimdall and could travel easily without being caught by him. In short time Loki had gathered all the supplies he needed for his short trip and after making sure his magic was still in place he took off on foot to an area known only to him, where he could travel without the use of the Bifrost.