My Muses used Insane Plot Bunny. It was super effective!

Yeah... that about sums this up. My muses and I have a complicated love-hate relationship that only gets more complicated as time goes on. As retaliation for not reaching my goal for word count on Nanowrimo they decided this is my punishment. I thought I should share, so here it is.

I don't really have much clue what I'm doing with this story. I figure I'll just wing it, because I feel like Loki would approve. This chapter, or rather, prologue, is very short, however future chapters will have more length to them.

I own nothing. I promise.

Prologue: A Previously-Unreachable Level of Chaotic Badassery

Sometimes, being a Trickster who was also a Pagan God and liked to forget about the archangel part wasn't as fun as it had first seemed on the advertisement. There were times, such as now, where Loki felt that killing jerks, playing pranks, and spreading mayhem seemed to lose it's appeal. Even candy's flavor seemed dulled on his tongue. Having too much of something never failed to decrease the value of it, he had realized throughout the stretch of years that was his existence, even when it was the spread of chaos.

He needed a change. So he began to think of new things he could try that would keep his life entertaining (because boredom was one of his biggest enemies, mostly because he couldn't smite it and call it a day).

Out of nowhere, an idea came to his vast mind. The one thing he had never tried… was living a normal human life (rather, as normal as it could get when you were an archangel in witness protection). Sure, it would last no longer than a blink of an eye from his perspective, but it would be an experiment that could keep him entertained until the apocalypse finally came and ruined all of his fun.

Luck was on it's side, because almost as soon as he began looking into it, a way in which his idea could become reality presented itself. A small child of four in a more obscure part of the line of his vessels was attacked by a werewolf. The poor boy wouldn't survive the night… had Loki not had this idea of his.

Not stopping to think it over, he took decisive action. Golden light blasted from the small child, his now-glowing golden eyes flying open as Remus Lupin awoke a new person… or rather, a new Trickster/ Pagan God/ Archangel/ Wizard/ Werewolf… was he forgetting something?

Oh, right. A previously-unreachable level of chaotic badassery.

I hope you enjoyed my moment of insanity. I'm not sure how often it will be updated yet, as Not A Dream is my priority.

Also, I'd love to hear feedback and ideas (because I am serious {Sirius hahaha} about the winging it part).

Thank you, and goodnight!

*curtains close*