This is a story I did randomly over the summer, merely because I felt like just doing it. It isn't that long and ends at 9. I am posting all chapters so read leisurely and if you guys feel like you want more, I will find the time.

Prologue

Before any type of ancient mythology was brought down it was highly respected among the stronger, more efficient eras. Then other religions came in and mutilated it's glory. The Greeks forgot about their gods as did the Romans and the Vikings, well in their Era they believed anything. In their case they believed in a true religion, one of Odin and Frost Giants, one of glory and two princes. Those stories were passed many around for what felt like centuries.

In this time period it was not unlikely to beg to the Norse gods for your desires and hopes in life. The Norse gods did what they could, but only to guide those few into the right direction. Only Frigga, Thor, and Loki were merciful enough to grant them at least one wish. To no surprise however out of the three, Loki was the least giving. He had taken an interest in a mortal woman who appeared to pray to him alone every night.

It began when she was just a child... But the age of eight, he had taken his place alongside her in a different form when he was in Midgard. He would watch her with eyes of intrigue as she had taken it upon herself to pray to Loki. Compared to her family who mostly worshiped the more important gods. Not that of Mischief and Magic, but as the girl grew older he soon came to realize that her prayers were based off of a dream.

A dream she had always had, she wanted to use magic. As she sprouted from an innocent flower into a mature young woman, she would take most of her time reading makeshift spell books and dwindling together ingredients at random. Loki had always followed her, curious of her wants from him, curious as to why she always went to him.

She was a magnificent woman, no doubt, she had her fair share of Mischief and trickery. She herself carried a silver tongue that Loki only praised in his dreams. He had witnessed her merely talk herself from deadly situations at the blink of an eye. She joked more than Thor and whence came curiosity she would take advantage of her naivety and do amazing things. Her milk chocolate hair was always braided into golden rings and settled over her right shoulder. Her curves were voluptuous, the dress accentuating her fine bust and wrapping tightly in a corset over her smooth hips. Her eyes a misty blue and cheeks a flushed red, her skin a pretty pale, so close to white that it almost glowed.

With the years that Loki had followed her, he had grown quite close to her. As she grew older the character he took changed with her. He became her closest friend, a stable boy with blonde hair and bright dimples. He had no other way of keeping her in his sight unless he became a family friend and so he did. He did not interfere with her future, he simply kept at a distance that was satisfying to him. She would even pray with him sometimes... Without even knowing that the god she was praying to sat just beside her on his knees.

Then one day, when she came of age and her parents had passed her on with a marriage arrangement, the prayers stopped. He could see that she had lost hope, he could see how every time a god was brought up her face would scowl and she would set forth an argument. Her parents knew nothing of her ministrations when it came to witchcraft, but they did know she was a distant woman, with only one friend and that was the stable boy.

Loki was on the verge of returning back to Asgard one night when he came across her sitting on the bank of the pond gazing up at the stars. She was quite content with her stay and Loki tried to convince himself to leave her, but it was too tempting. He could not lie that she had set place a stone in his heart, it was quite heavy compared to the others and weighed him down to the grass he stood at. He approached, in this form he could easily find answers to her mistreatment to pray.

"Alvida? What are you doing out so late?" His voice inquired closing in on her form, he plopped down beside her in the grass. She sighed pulling her knees from under her and into her chest.

"I wonder..."

"What?"

"If we are truly alone." Loki laughed to himself, she glared at him, but a hint of a smile graced her features.

"This must have to do with your rant on how Gods aren't real. I wonder what brought you to such an assumption." She made a notice of frustration.

"It is no assumption. It is a fact." Her eyes strayed back to the sparkling water that reflected the dark blue of the sky. The crickets chirped and the huts not far away emanated vibrant light. Loki finally felt the need to make himself known, this woman was so alluring that he could not contain himself. Perhaps just a bit longer, he was curious after all. "I pray Hamil..." Loki almost corrected her before remembering that it was his stable boy name she was referring to. "I pray that one day I will leave this place, that I will see the stars and it's many constellations. That I won't have to be tied down by insignificant rules and boundaries that of which a mortal cannot pass." Loki snorted laying back into the tall grasses, his hands pillowing his head.

"So you wish to be immortal? I don't think a god could give such-"

"No. I wish to experience things, that is all. I want to make people happy with the gift of magic which I have been cursed to not have." She almost spat it out with disgust, it was then that Loki realized that she hated being human, she hated the race that she was. A single tear strayed from her left eye, Loki felt pity on her, but was nothing- "He never came you know." Loki sat up, his eyebrows furrowing, what man had he not know of?

"Who?"

"Loki... As everyone else prays to their gods, I pray to mine and he does not care for me. Henceforth, I do not think gods exist and if they did I would be happier than I am now." Loki knew that she wanted something, but he never thought it was that bad to a point. He wanted her to be happy, he wanted to make her smile that smile that made him grin.

"He may not have answered your desires... But he has always been watching." Loki changed to his normal form, his eyes scanning her body. Her body slowly jerked to stare at him, she froze, gulping ever so slightly. Her eyes looking around to give an explanation as to what happened to the stable boy and why there was a handsome man beside her.

"W-Who are you?" She stuttered out, he could see the fear in her eyes, the glistening on the verge of tears.

"I am Loki, God of Mischief and I am revealing myself to assure you that you have never been alone." The tears festered, her face red and wet from their salty delight. Loki scooted closer wrapping his arm around her. "Do you hate me now?"

"No... I know now you will give me what I desire." As much as Loki disliked the idea, he could not. The life that he carried was in his blood, he had no immortality, like any other Aesir he was birthed and in a long time he will pass. She will pass sooner and it hurt him, like an arrow to the chest it brought sorrow to his whim.

"I am afraid I cannot. What you want is something that I cannot award to you. Immortality is impossible, not even I, a god can wield such a thing." Her head dropped to his chest and caressed his hands through her thick hair, careful not to ruin the braid. "And magic, that is something no human can contain and I am not allowed to give it to you..." She sniffled, wiping her tears away and embracing Loki tighter. "I can make an exception for you however, all I may ask of you is a kiss." She abruptly pulled away, his hand still in her hair, she gazed at him.

"I have never kissed anyone before."

"That is why I ask for it. Are you willing to give me your first kiss, just for some magic?"

"Yes." Loki's eyes widened, she was unexpected and wrapped her arms around his neck, enveloping his lips with hers. For a woman who had little experience with such things, she certainly knew what she was doing. Her tongue shot out and fought with him, he felt her hands move down beneath his armor and try to grasp him.

He yanked his lips away with trouble and slapped her hand from his lower body. He asked only for a kiss and she was willing to give more.

"What was that for?" He spat, he was so taken aback by the simple action, it angered him. Usually Loki expected that from a woman, but not her, she was innocent, she was virgin.

"My parents do that sometimes and I wanted to know why." Loki didn't answer, it's best to leave those questions to the side. She smiled timidly and grabbed her hands.

"It is a kiss you wanted, but when I see you I want to give you more." Loki pulled his hands away and shook his head.

"You are still too young."

"I am but a year from proper courting age." Loki realized that she wanted this, he realized that there was more to this than just a kiss. He asked for so much more in his mind and now it was to come about.

"They would call you whore."

"They would not have to know." She gave him that talented grin she was so good at, one that made Loki want to lock her up and keep her to himself. She was so beautiful, so mischievous, if she wasn't a human, he would have had her years ago even in her teenage youth he had craved her. She was to innocent to know the consequences of this union. "Don't you want more than a kiss? I find you very attractive and I am assuming you think me the-"

"You are below me. I think nothing of the sort." Loki interrupted, making it clear that a god and a human were not supposed to happen. "A human and a god are not supposed to be together."

"I don't care what is supposed to happen, I care about what could." One glance into her eyes and Loki was taken, he was lost in her blue orbs, begging for attention by her smooth lips. She was nymph, she was demon, he shouldn't move forth any closer, but she was his... And there was nothing more he wanted than to claim that once and for all.

"Give me your hand." She held her hand out, he took it in his and almost like a flash of lightening hit them both she was shocked. She fell back into the grass, both of them breathless and weighed down by sudden exhaustion and nauseous feelings. Loki had never shared his magic with another, but now forevermore her and her bloodline will hold the ability to use such a thing. He gave half of himself to her, it was the most generous thing he would ever do in his long life.

He stood as though nothing occurred, he helped her to her feet and patted her off.

"You will not see me again mortal, but if you do, do not be afraid to stop by." He smirked, she did the same leaning forward into his body and pecking him on the lips.

"Thank you, Loki." She whispered softly to him, he pushed her gently away and she took that as a sign to leave his presence, so she did. She went back home and he watched with regret as her shadow disappeared into the moonlight.

"I am sorry, brother. You have made the right decision." Thor sounded from behind Loki, very few could sneak up on him, he was so lost with her, that he had failed to find they were being stalked. He turned briskly and sighed.

"I know what I have done, Thor. She won't forget me, I can promise that."

"But you must take it in yourself to forget her." Loki averted his eyes to the ground with sorrow.

"I know... I know..." That night Loki and Thor left Midgard for years to come, neither returned as they were so busy with the neighboring realms. However, Loki never forgot his maiden on earth and when she bode to die off, she had children and they carried on the part of him he was charitable to share. If it not he his child, then at least something of hers will be a part of him.

The years came and went, Loki finally gave up on her. His heart was in pain, he had already been through so much that to believe that could ever be, he was wrong, but to think that he couldn't at least continue on his heir with her womb. He was wrong on that as well. Loki mourned for her when her death came about and although no one took notice to him he joined in her burial. He would never forget her, Thor was foolish to think he would.