Prologue: "Loki of Asgard, the Banished One"

Loki grumbled and went back on everthing that happened within the past week. He lost the war in Manhattan, he was brought back to Asgard and thrown into a cell, then he was branded with a mark that bound him to a castle in Midgard and was banished from Asgard as punishment.

However, he didn't think Thor or the All-Father knew that this castle was occupied with sniveling, snobby children, ghosts, and weird looking mortals.

Or, perhaps Odin knew all along.

He sat across from an old man with half-moon glasses, a green hat, and green robes that reached the ground. He was still groggy from falling down the Rainbow Bridge unprotected by his armor. He barely even remembered being found. All he remembered was waking up in the hospital wing and wanted to escape, but these mortals were not like any he has ever seen before. They knew magic; except they used sticks to channel their energy and not their physical bodies.

"So, my old friend Odin tells me he banished and bound you here for a reason." the old man said. Loki glanced up at the old man. He kept his best poker face on to mask his surprise that Odin would even associate with an old coot like this guy. "Is that so?" he said, rubbing his eyes. His vision was still a little blurry from waking up not too long ago.

"Yes. I have heard that you have attempted to take over the planet using an alien army."

"That is true." Loki said. "But why would Odin bring me here?"

"He wants you to teach in the place of our current, and forgive me for saying this, most dreaded Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." the old man explained. "He figures you can teach my students more things than that dreaded woman could ever dream of. You ARE a skilled wizard, are you not?"

"Wizard, no. I am no wizard. I am a god." Loki said with venom and arrogance in his voice. "As for teaching some silly little runts how to do magic...Well, you're just going to have to make me do this job. Otherwise, I refuse."

The old man sighed, and took off his glasses. "Your brother is also here to make you do so."

Loki looked behind him and saw Thor, waving, smiling at him. How he did not notice the big oaf there to begin with was beyond him. He made a disgusted face, then sighed. "Fine. I will teach your idiotic brats how to perform magic. However, these are my terms. They CANNOT bring those sticks to MY classroom. And this current teacher you want me to replace CANNOT interfere with ANYTHING I do. I also want access to any secluded room as well as any restricted area on the premissess."

The old man registered this. "As you wish." he said. "But I must warn you about the dangers that some of the places here-"

"I can handle myself, thank you." Loki said, glaring. "I am not a helpless mewling quim."

"Yes, yes." The old man said. "You shall start tomorrow then."

"Excellent."

Loki got up and left the room. Thor followed in behind him to make sure he doesn't do anything to harm anyone. He was sure he wouldn't, but knowing his younger brother, he would do something terribly unpredictable...