AN: Inspired by a review left on "At a Glance" Don't think this will be a full length, 'cause this could get complicated.

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It had been many years since Loki touched upon Midgard, but he was bored and in mood to jest and well, cause mayhem in the lives of mortals. As he was also feeling rather passionate, he wanted to see how the humans have progressed since he last came.

He landed in a time that made him chuckle. The Cold War. Perhaps it was a welcoming committee, but it did not save the silly humans from his mischief. He really wasn't supposed to be here, after his undertaking of official, Asgardian prince duties (and some havoc he wrecked some centuries back) so he carefully disguised himself, and tried to hide his aura. It was hard; he noticed and decided that the easiest way was to split himself into another form.

Making a mortal was a thing Kings of Gods knew how to do, nevertheless, duplicating himself was something similar but it required his own blood and a lock of his hair. He made another Loki, one with lesser powers but still enough to sustain itself without Loki, the original, being there constantly.

"You know what to do, right?" He asked his copy as it was dressing itself and testing out its abilities. Shape-shifting was a must, along with some magic to help it survive. The silver tongue was one that it was born with, as well as intelligence.

"Yes," it said, a grin inching across pale skin.

"We have fun."

And thus Loki forgot about his other part. One would think the loss of almost half his magic energy would bother him. It made him feel weak, but slowly, as he whispered insane thoughts into the heads of soviet and American generals who he shared many times with, whether it was in a female or male form, he regained energy.

He forgot rather quickly because gained his power back. He was lounging on a couch sipping red wine when he came for him. Thor, in all his glory, grinned at his brother, but his eyes were rather stern.

"You caused much mischief here, brother." He rumbled, and held out a calloused hand. Loki grimaced, knowing that a stern lecture awaited him.

"Yes, I did, but it was a bit of fun." Loki said, and watched his brother call down Heimdall. He didn't not remember about his clone, who was have been hidden by the golden-eye man.

And that other Loki, the Loki on Earth, enjoyed life on the planet, but knew his time would be up soon. But he waited years, and Prince Loki never came.

He changed his form many times, as time changed. He first went by Inge Ragnvaldsson while in Europe. But then, as years went by, he shifted (never truly changing his color scheme) and became others: Ingrid Erikson, Jack Peterson, Michael Jensen; He moved quickly and manipulated people's memories to include him, to love, hate and in the end, mourn him.

He stepped out of a building, now known as Sally Jackson, and immersed in his role as a struggling woman. He had grown used to hard work, at first, when he was Inge, living a well-off life. But now, as he developed each person carefully, risk was exciting. A struggle in live was what he craved, or maybe danger. Still, in this guise and as the one before, he had to be careful, as he did develop relationships and also, conceived children.

Sally Jackson was a guise common to Loki, in general. Tall, with thick dark hair (not quite black because then he would look like himself) and piercing blue eyes. He likes his current form and this strange life, even if it's a struggle.

And then, it happened. He should have noticed it, but after living so long as a mortal, he had forgotten the aura, the feeling of a god. Thankfully, it wasn't one from his own pantheon—he would not be able to handle the embarrassment, the shame.

But this god, like many gods, was attractive and desired him. And it wasn't for just a night, though it would be enough. Many, many nights, and many days.

Sally Jackson then got pregnant. And had a son.

When he first held his child after tiresome and grueling hours of pain, he almost choked in shock. While Poseidon did share similar coloring to Loki, he was pale while the sea god was tanned, and his eyes more green the blue. Just like his own in his true form.

Percy was pale, but his skin would brown under the New York summer sun. Eyes that shifted between green and blue under the light and a name that Loki picked when his 'Sally' side took over.

But Percy thankfully did not have signs of being a full godling, as this Loki was not fully a god, he had more power than a mortal but he feigned ignorance.

He knew Poseidon would leave, as it was a god's nature, but it still crushed him, it pained him to see that man leave him. But he would raise Percy, their child, to the best of his current abilities. His magic now became the life force that sustained him and he hoped, he hoped so much, that it would be enough to see Percy reach adulthood.

But when he needed it most, it was too weak to do anything. He had carelessly used it in the beginning, and now that he needed it, it was barely there. He saw strange monsters, trying to get to his precious child. He tried to drive them away, but maybe because his son had a godly heritage, the creatures came in hoards. So, in desperation, he married Gabe Ugliano.

This disgusting man treated him like scum, but for Percy, he'd do anything.

And then, Percy learned his heritage, the hard way. He thought he was destroyed, but maybe his magic kept him alive, but he was returned to his precious child.

"Mom." He said as he grasped her. Loki smiled wetly into his son's dark hair, caressing the locks.

"Percy." Sally whispered.

Did he expect such a life, waiting for his child to come back, physically fine but mentally not? He was a godly child, and his struggles would be much more than his mortal ones.

So Loki hoped that he would get to see Percy before he died a heroic death. He wondered if he would get Valhalla. But Poseidon was the stronger influence, so he'd go where Greek heroes went.

He, Loki—the real one— would sadly, never get to see his child, even though he didn't have the memories with the child.

The summer before Percy's second year at Camp Half-blood was when, well, Percy really met his mom.

Sally should have guessed it, since she was part of Loki. But it all happened so soon and the news did not get to her fast enough. One moment she and Percy were eating breakfast, the next he pulled her out of the way of a flying…thing.

"Mom, we have to get out!" Percy pulled her out of the room and down the stairs. He had Riptide out and slashed at the things. It didn't exactly work, but he lifted a clenched fist and smashed a wave of water at it. He dropped his sword, knowing it would be in his pocket in a matter of seconds, and lifted two hands, raising thin streams of water.

A blue blast hit the pavement near Sally's feet and he looked up and gasped. Glowing eyes looked wildly around, the noise familiar to him. Both Loki's locked eyes.

A muffled scream echoed through the air, but Loki, with a golden horned helmet, ignored it as he approached Sally and Percy Jackson. The boy stiffened and threw a hand out, a thin but sharp stream of clear water hurtling towards Loki. Sally just stared, locking eyes with himself.

Loki just stared and lifted a pale hand, it tingling with blue before it froze the water. Percy gaped at the god, not knowing what to do now. But the god stretched out a hand, to him mom. And she stepped forward and laid her hand onto his palm.

Loki inhaled sharply and before Percy, Sally Jackson dissolved into a fine emerald mist and seeped into Loki. He would gasp and breathe out, struggling to read the memories being forced at him. The battle raged around them, but they didn't notice. No one bothered them.

He shut his eyes, and groaned. It worried Percy, because the man looked like he wanted to collapse. But when the eyes opened again, they flashed the blue his mother's eyes were before brightening into that other blue. But the demigod felt that his eyes were probably close to his own.

"…Mom?" Percy said, tentatively. The god shuddered once more before giving him and weak smile and straightened.

"My son…" Loki crooned before lifting his spear into the sky and murmured Old Norse. A blue barrier shimmered around them before disappearing. He smiled softly at Percy before stepping out of the barrier.

"I must protect you." He said before an alien picked him up and swung him over the machine. Loki then, in the air, grinned evilly.

This world would be the playground for his precious son, he decided.

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