Hi. So, someone asked me to write a Loki/normal girl pairing, and I decided I would. Here's the first chapter. Establishing character, yadayada. I'll start out with them young and see where that takes me, because I don't feel like Loki would quite go for a "normal girl" of Asgard, but we'll see! Anyway, I don't own any of this, and I'm writing the characters as I see them in the Thor movieverse. Enjoy.

Her name was Anaximandra, and she was, in every aspect, a walking cliché.

It wasn't the fact that she was so incredibly typical that made her cliché, although undoubtedly she was. It was her wants, her desires, which made her as such. Perhaps in Asgard she was different—not many girls she knew were like her—but according to the many books she read, she was exactly "that girl". The girl who had big aspirations but would never, could never, see them through.

What made her different from the characters that she so hungrily read about was her acknowledgement of the truth. She wanted to explore, to go places, to visit realms she knew she would never see and meet people she'd never know. However naïve she may have looked, she had accepted her unfortunate fate long ago: she would never star in any of the adventures she dreamed of.

That being said, Ana couldn't stop herself from dreaming. She dreamt often; she spent more time daydreaming than she did living, and she was often scolded for her lack of concentration at her lessons. Her mother discouraged her frivolous activities, but her father secretly encouraged her. When she was young, he brought her to a small place hidden from the world, the gods, and virtually all humanity.

"Where are we going, Father?" Ana asked. She held his hand and hurried after him, wishing he would slow his gait. After all, she was only six at the time, and her legspan had yet to reach even half of her father's.

"Just a little further, flower," he said, sweeping her up in his arms. He had many a pet name for her, and Ana had grown to accept anything he called her.

After combing their way through the thicket of trees and bushes, stepping over various rocks and small streams, they found a small opening in the forest. Sunlight shone through the clearing onto the fresh flowers. There was a sparkling stream nearby. Ana's father set her down.

"Where are we?" she asked smally, looking around with huge blue eyes.

"This," her father said softly, "is your place." He smiled and bent down on his knees to look her in the eye. "Our place."

Ana smiled brightly. "'Tis pretty," she remarked.

"Ana," he continued, placing a hand on her shoulder, "There will be times when you feel alone and pressured by those around you. Whenever you feel burdened in this way, I want you to have a place to go, as I did growing up. Your escape."

Ana nodded. She didn't quite understand, as she was young, but she found the place very beautiful and she planned on visiting it as often as possible.

Over the years, her father took her back to the small clearing. There they talked about everything and grew very close. After he died when she was just ten, she visited the place nearly every day, hoping to find him waiting there for her. She never did, of course, and the clearing seemed a little less bright after he'd gone from her life.