Hello! Now, before we get started, I would like to point out a few simple facts about this story of mine.

It's a Lady Loki feature. An alternate universe - similar to Reality 199999, which is the Marvel movie-verse - in which Loki was born female instead of male. SEVERAL pairings will be featured in the story, such as Loki/Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Loki/Bruce Banner (The Hulk), Loki/Tony Stark (Iron Man), and even some rather strange pairings like Loki/Victor Creed (Sabretooth), slight Loki/Wade Wilson (Deadpool) and a VERY small amount of Loki/Thor. That last one is a surprise and not really as explored as the others but I'm sure you'll get what I mean later on.

ANYWAY! Back on subject. I'll start off following the Thor movie and I'll gradually carry on from there. Most of the beginning will be near event-for-event from the Thor movie from Loki's point-of-view until I hit a certain point in the movie where I'm sure a female Loki would act different from a male one. As much as I fucking LOVE Loki as a man... I rather enjoy the thought of Loki as a woman in ALL THESE DIFFERENT PAIRINGS!

Love. Love. Love.

All that being said, I hope you tighten your seat belts, hold onto your hats and glasses, and BRACE YOURSELF for the wonderful, amazing, quirky life of Lady Loki. ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own anything on here, written or otherwise mentioned, save for the general plot of the story. Lady Loki, Loki, the Avengers, the X-Men, Spider-Man, etc. do not belong to me. If they did Tom Hiddleston would have had more screen time in Thor and the Avengers (especially during the point in time when he had Hawkeye under his control...). Oh, and Hawkeye would have had LOTS more screen time too. Poor boy didn't get much action outside of the important parts. Poor Renner...

Once… humans knew a simple truth. That they were not alone in this universe. Loki had heard the story numerous times from the All Father - the only story he seemed really willing to tell her and Thor; the story of the Frost Giants - the Jotuns - and of the last great war. How the Jotuns had come from their realm of cold and darkness to create a new ice age of Midgard and how the All Father - Odin Borson - had taken the Asgardian warriors to the world in order to save it. Loki wondered at times what it must have been like to have defeated Laufey's army and claim victory.

What it must have been like to bring peace to not only one world but to many…

When Thor and she were young, their father had told them the story for the first time; the hidden emotions in his tone only adding to the appeal of the tale. He had ended the narrative rather shortly by bringing up the topic of the throne; the topic that seemed destined to haunt the both of them for centuries to come. He had said that only one of them would truly be able to ascend to the throne; but both of them were born to be a king and queen. Loki had known then just as she knew now that there was never a real chance for her to claim the throne of Asgard; it was the job of the firstborn son to take the throne.

Only Thor fit the bill, really. Even if she was born a man, she never would have had a chance either way. There was Thor - proud, powerful, charismatic, golden child Thor Odinson - and then there was her, Loki - quiet, scholarly, liesmith, black sheep Loki Odindottir. He took a path that made it easy for many to follow; she, however, did not. Her gift with magic and sorcery made her more of an outcast amongst her peers than thought possible; regardless of the fact that her mother possessed the same talent.

There was one thing she had learned from her father, from the conversation they had when she and Thor were young, and it was something that didn't seem to stick her older brother as they aged. A wise king - or queen, he had added - never seeks out war; but must always be ready for it. Thor's coronation was inevitable, Loki knew, but there was also a way to see if he was ready for herself before the All Father made a grave mistake. Thor had to be tested by his sister before he ascended the throne since neither of their parents seemed willing to do so.

They did not give her the title of Trickster for naught.

The Great Hall was large, massive, and yet its size did not seem to appear smaller as it was filled with nobles and warriors present for the coronation of the eldest royal child; Odin sat at his throne, his family and Lady Sif on one side of him with the Warriors Three on the other, as the hall was ablaze with cheers and applauds. Thor's gait as he walked through the crowd, throwing his arms up for louder cheers, didn't surprise Loki; he had always known - they had both always known - that only he would be crowned king. Mjolnir clasped tightly in his hand, Thor knelt in front of the steps before the throne; letting the hammer rest in front of him as he removed his helmet to place beside it.

The wink he tossed their mother made her shoot him a look, one he ignored in favor for grinning at Loki instead, before Odin rose from his golden seat and quieted the hall with a single stomp of his scepter: Gungnir. He had never taken his eyes off of Thor since he had entered the hall and as he began to talk Loki could tell why.

"Thor Odinson," The pride spoke in those two words alone made Loki's heart wrench. She knew her plan would ruin the celebration but it needed to be done; her father could see no faults in his eldest son, even when she could, and thought him ready for the responsibility, even when she knew him not to be. Asgard would not last long under the Thunderer's rule, she knew, until he learned what was needed to be a king. "My heir… My firstborn," Loki could hear the All Father choking up a little as he spoke the words and smiled some at the sound.

The love her father held for her brother still amazed her at times; the same way it amazed her when any father showed pride in something his son had accomplished. Her mother was the same; Loki knew it was mostly because of Thor being born male but ignored the tightness in her chest at the thought. The slight guilt she felt for ruining the celebration for her brother, her father, and her mother; it needed to be done, she reminded herself, regardless of her feelings of those of her family. Asgard needed stability from its ruler, not war; which was surely what Thor would give them, considering his ideas of diplomacy.

Most of which just involved him fornicating with the ruler's daughter and her persuading her father into changing his mind… or war. The only things that seemed to fill her brother's mind it seemed: sex and violence. Just what every king should be made of, Loki thought humorlessly.

"So long entrusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir, forged in the heart of a dying star," Odin looked down at the hammer as he spoke; those around him doing the same. "Its power has no equal, as a weapon to destroy or as a tool to build." Loki remembered well the day Thor had finally received the hammer; remembered how her brother had acted rather calm and honored to have received it. She also recalled the several walls he had destroyed and the training field he had demolished shortly afterwards; 'getting a feel for the hammer' as he had explained.

"'Tis a fit companion for a king." Odin said shortly, flicking his gaze between Thor and Mjolnir shortly to show his point. Loki understood the description probably better than Thor did.

"I have defended Asgard," Sif and Loki looked away from the hammer to turn back to Odin once more. "And the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms from the time of the great beginning." Loki felt her magic returning to her, a small sliver she had kept away in order to fulfill her task - her test - for Thor; realizing that her test was beginning and that there was no going back on it now. "Though the day has come…" Odin continued his speech, more out of duty than out of a true need to do so; Loki knew that it was trying Thor's patience more than anything else.

"Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?" Odin finally asked the question.

"I swear." Thor said it with a straight face, appearing serious for once in his life outside of a dangerous situation.

"And do you swear to preserve the peace?" Odin continued on.

"I swear." Thor's voice was little louder that time, more emotion in it. Loki had a suspicion on what Thor was going to do next.

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the Realms?" Odin asked, as if taking Thor at his word would be enough. Loki knew that it should have been - considering Thor was the more honest of the pair - but also knew that once his temper flared that he would forget about casting aside his selfish ambitions and would think more about what he wanted rather than what would be best.

Loki turned to look at her brother then, knowing that her test was needed more than anyone would think; her face straight and serious, not a single emotions present to belie her intentions. She had perfected the straight face, really.

"I swear!" Thor said it louder than both times before, lifting Mjolnir off the ground and into the air as if wanting to entice cheers to follow his statement to show that he was already the best man for the job. Loki contained her sigh; he wasn't then but he would be.

"Then, on this day, I - Odin All Father - proclaim you…" Odin stopped midsentence, looking off to the side as if seeing something none of them could. Loki realized what he was seeing before anyone else did. "The Frost Giants!" It was a harsh whisper, but it was enough to get people moving. Odin lifted his scepter again and tapped it against the floor, no doubt activating the Destroyer to rid them of the Frost Giants. He then turned his gaze to the Warriors Three and told them to evacuate the hall, ordering Sif to guard the queen as he turned and stepped out of the room; both Thor and Loki were right on his heels. Loki knew what had happened, knew it all too well, but Thor did not and the frustration and anger on his face said it all. Odin said nothing on the way to the underground chambers, his solemn face back into place.

Loki felt bad for the two guards that lay dead in the room but knew they had defended Asgard in ways she could not speak of aloud. They had saved Asgard from a terrible king that would turn the realm they all loved into a wasteland. She sent a silent word to their souls in Valhalla to forgive her for their pain.

"The Jotuns must pay for what they've done!" Thor was the first to speak, turning towards Odin as he did so. The rage was so apparent… his intentions were so clear. Loki's guilt over her test eased just a little at hearing that she was right in carrying it out.

"They have paid, with their lives." Odin replied to the words so simply, it was as if he was talking to them when they were children all over again. Loki - as per usual - was just along for the ride, as the saying went. "The Destroyer did its work, the casket is safe, and all is well." He made it sound like that was the end of things; and on any other occasion it would have been.

However, it was Thor's coronation and Loki suspected the power was getting to her brother already since he refused to back down on the subject.

"All is well?" Thor repeated, his tone not a good one. "They broke into the weapons vault! If the Frost Giants had stolen even one of these relics -" Thor's argument was sound but misplaced, Loki noted.

"They didn't." Odin interrupted shortly.

"Well, I want to know why!" Thor demanded as if it wasn't obvious enough. They didn't succeed because they were dead, Loki though to herself; not bothering to say the words aloud. She just looked between her father and brother, knowing when they were going to argue as they usually did.

"I have a truce with Laufey, King of the Jotuns."

"He just broke your truce! They know you are vulnerable!" Loki quirked an eyebrow at that, knowing that while Thor's sight was clouded his mind had never been very sharp.

"What action would you take?" A test, a lesson, another way Odin thought to teach Thor how to be a king. Loki knew it wouldn't work.

"March into Jotunheim as you once did. Teach them a lesson." Thor spoke briskly, heatedly, as if going to war with Jotunheim over a few stragglers was the answer to everything. The weight on Loki's heart, the guilt, was lifting the more she saw Thor reacting to her test. She may never rule Asgard, but she would help her brother become the king they all needed him to be. "Break their spirits so they'll never dare try to cross our borders again." Thor continued.

But someone will try, Loki thought to herself; as long as Asgard has enemies, someone will always try to break them.

"You're thinking only as a warrior." Odin spoke, saying everything he needed to in those few words.

"This was an act of war!"

"It was the act of but a few, doomed to fail." Loki worried for a moment if the All Father had known of her part in it but thought not because of his gaze never faltering from Thor's. She would never have let them leave the vault, really; her magic had been active in the corners of the entrance - which she had gathered back within herself before they had entered.

"Look how far they got!" Thor gestured around the room, mostly to the guards that had fallen.

"We will find the breach in our defenses and it will be sealed." Odin gave his plan simply; it was a good plan, one a good king would think up if he knew what he was doing. Odin had said it perfectly, Thor was thinking only as a warrior… not a king, as he should have been if he wanted the throne.

"As King of Asgard -" Thor had began with a rough bite to his voice.

"But you're not king!" Odin interrupted, raising his voice to silence Thor's beginning growl. "Not yet." He spoke softer when Thor visibly backed down, closing his mouth but keeping his scowl. Odin kept his gaze on him for a moment longer before walking back out of the room, his presence no longer needed. Loki kept her eyes on Thor, however, when their father left; still seeing the trace of rage in him. She knew he would not get over the situation easily.

Thor turned, silent, and walked from the room; beckoning her with one hand to go with him as if she would not. Loki was only really concerned with keeping him away from his hammer until he calmed.

The longer they walked - her now at his side - the more she could see his rage rise. It was a quiet thing, something that was unusual but not unheard of in Thor; it was something Loki had only ever seen whenever one of them got injured - her, Sif, or any of the Warriors Three - and the culprit was not around. He would bottle up his anger until he could find a time to unleash it. It was handy at times and foolish in others.

They had stopped in their rooms, changed out of their ceremonial armor - Loki having done so with the use of her magic, as she did not have a desire to leave Thor for long in his state - before heading to a small dining hall. Sif and the Warriors Three were not present but Thor only walked up to the large table in front of him and - with a roar of anger - flipped it, the food, decorations, and silverware clattering loudly to the ground.

Then after making his mess, he turned from the table and paced to the stairs, taking a seat as he seemed to fight to calm down; she would be the first to say it was never a battle he won easily. Loki walked out from behind the pillar she had rested against and moved closer to her brother slowly, as if approaching a wounded wild animal; her fingers slid against the golden surface as she walked. Thor barely glanced back at her as he shifted in his place, not saying anything until she started walking down the steps to sit at his side.

"It is unwise to be in my company right now, Sister." Thor said, as if Loki had no idea of what had occurred between Odin and him. Loki was never one to listen to warnings, even more so when they were given to her by Thor, and she knew all too well that she was safe from Thor's anger; even if she was sitting rather closely to him. Thor would never hurt her.

"This was to be my day of triumph." Thor began speaking like he usually did when around her, ranting more than conversing. She felt more like a journal, really, than a companion what with the way Thor talked with her, confided in her.

"It'll come." Loki said, her hand reaching out to pat Thor on his knee. She was honest with those words, knew that one day even she would approve of Thor being king and he would be given his glorious day. "In time."

"What's this?" Volstagg breathed as if not accepting the sight had had come into, Sif and the other Warriors Three in similar fazes of surprise.

Loki could see Thor's thoughts churning, could see the way he planned things in his mind visible through his stormy blue eyes, though it didn't happen often. She could feel the eyes of the others on them as Thor sat in quiet contemplation.

"There's nothing you can do about what has happened, Brother," Loki murmured to Thor quietly, gently; her hand still on his knee. "Not without defying Father." She had hoped that it would put those plans in his head out of his mind but Thor just turned towards her silently.

"No, no, no. I know that look." Loki began speaking as Thor rose to his feet; worry was evident on her face. She wanted to tell Thor of her test but she knew her punishment would teach him nothing.

"That's the only way to ensure the safety of our borders." Thor pointed at her as he spoke.

"Thor, it's madness." Loki tried to reason.

"Madness? What sort of madness?" Volstagg questioned, having head Loki as he was busy preparing his plate; Loki could see Sif giving it a slightly amused stare from where she continued to sit.

"We're going to Jotunheim." Thor said lowly, just loud enough to be heard by those in the room; Loki continued to give him a concerned look - more worried about the thought than any of them for certain.

"What?" It was spoken through a short laugh. "This isn't like a journey to Earth where you summon a little lightning and thunder, and the mortals worship you as a god." It was Fandral who was speaking, advancing on Thor as he spoke. "This is Jotunheim." It was really all that needed to be said about the place.

"My father fought his way into Jotunheim," Loki knew what Thor was doing and didn't like it one bit. "Defeated their armies and took their Casket." Loki's eyes fell shut as she struggled to rein in the emotion that made its way into her through Thor's disbelieving talk. She ran a hand over her face as she knew that now that Thor had his mind set on something it would be the end of all of them. "We would just be looking for answers." He said it as if he was not expecting to fight.

"It is forbidden!" Sif - Loki thanked the warrior for her presence for once - spoke up, looking at Thor as she said it; stressing that fact. Thor only began to chuckle.

"My friends, have you forgotten all that we have done together?" Loki knew the resistance would not last long and wondered just what all she she bring with her to Jotunheim.

"Fandral, Hogun." Thor called out to two of the Warriors Three. "Who led you into the most glorious of battles?" Thor walked between the two as he asked. He stood in front of Hogun at the end, who was quickly taking the prince's side.

"You did." Hogun said; and it was all he needed to say.

"And Volstagg," Thor turned towards the redhead next, "To delicacies so succulent, you thought you'd died and gone to Valhalla?" Thor placed his hand on the man's shoulder, briefly stopping his food preparation.

Volstagg smiled and seemed to recall some past meal. "You did."

"Yes!" Thor clapped his shoulder before turning towards Sif. "And who proved wrong all who scoffed at the idea that a young maiden could be one of the fiercest warriors this realm has ever known?" Loki could see Sif beginning to smile as Thor crept closer.

"I did."

"True, but I supported you, Sif." Thor conceded. "My friends," Thor glanced back at Volstagg as he put the finishing touches on his rather tall stack of breads, cheeses, and meats. "We're going to Jotunheim." It was final. The Warriors Three and Sif and went to their chambers to retrieve their things and Loki merely shook her head at Thor whenever he turned back towards her.

"Save your breath, Brother, I will go with you." Loki rose to her feet and brushed off the back of her dress as he moved closer to her. "If only to keep you out of the trouble you always seem to find." Thor grinned and went to speak before Loki just waved her hand at him in a dismissal as she left to her own chambers to retrieve her things. Magic needed to be used sparingly now that she was forced to follow Thor into Jotunheim.

A passing guard gave her pause though, and a thought came to mind. Escaping Jotunheim would not be simple - especially since Thor was leading them - and Loki knew well that Thor's very nature would not allow him to return without a fight erupting between him and the Jotuns.

"Guard," Loki called shortly to the man nearest her chambers, beckoning him closer when he turned towards her. He was nervous to approach but did so, keeping his distance.

"Yes, Milady?"

"Tell the All Father that Thor, his companions, and I have gone to Jotunheim." The guard's eyes had widened at the statement. "Be sure that the message reaches him; do you understand me?" The guard opened his mouth to question, to ask why she was telling him before they had left, but one look from her had his jaw snapping shut.

"Yes, Milady." He gave her a look, one that showed that he wasn't sure whether or not to take her at her word, but she dismissed him; knowing he would get word to the All Father now. She entered her room and packed lightly, only taking what she could carry on her person, and donned her armor once more; this set more for battle than for show.

They gathered outside the castle, at the stables, and claimed their horses before riding to the Rainbow Bridge; none speaking as they rode with Thor in the lead, his red cape a beacon for them to follow. Stopping a short way from the Bifrost, just a short ways from Heimdall himself, they all dismounted and approached the Gatekeeper.

"You're not dressed warmly enough." Heimdall spoke shortly as they approached, his gaze remaining in front of him; never focusing on any of them fully.

"Heimdall, may we pass?" Thor questioned the Watcher, his voice making it seem more like an order.

"Never has an enemy slipped my watch until this day." Loki yearned to tell the Watcher about her own paths but remained silent, the dislike the Watcher held for her had been obvious since the day she had included him in one of her little tricks. Her pranks would be discovered easily if he knew where to look for her. "I wish to know how that happened."

Even Heimdall wanted answers, it seemed.

"Then tell no one where we have gone until we've returned." Thor ordered, as if he was king already. Loki thanked the Norns for giving her the presence of mind to tell the guard before she had left for the Bifrost. Heimdall would listen to Thor. "Understand?" Heimdall said nothing and Thor took that as confirmation as they made their way past, the dark-skinned Asgardian looking at Loki for a moment as she walked past with Thor; remaining at his side.

They gathered at one end of the Bifrost chamber as Heimdall walked up the steps to the dais holding the switch; only Heimdall could operate the Bifrost as it was his sword that was the key. Sliding the weapon into place, white lightning crackled about them; bringing the Bifrost to life and making the situation all the more real. The chamber's walls began to spin, warming up and starting the process needed in order for them to jump between the realms.

"Be warned." Heimdall's voice carried over the electricity. "I will honor my sworn oath to protect this realm as its Gatekeeper. If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, Bifrost will remain closed to you and you'll be left to die in the cold waste of Jotunheim." His words were more than enough to warn them of what lied ahead and Loki was comforted only by the small fact that even if Thor continued on - like she knew he would - that they would be rescued whether Heimdall thought one way or another. Odin would not allow two of his children to die in Jotunheim.

"Couldn't you just leave the bridge open for us?" Volstagg questioned; unease present on his face and that of the others. Just not Thor, who had yet to look away from their destination.

"To leave the bridge open would unleash the full power of the Bifrost and destroy Jotunheim with you upon it." Heimdall explained, his voice giving away nothing.

"I have no plans to die today." Thor said with a laugh.

"None do." He spoke back before pushing his sword further in and transporting them all to Jotunheim.

It was a frozen wasteland; sunless with ice covering everything in sight, including the wind that whipped at them. Each of them took a moment to look around the world they had never been upon, the realm they had all only heard stories about; Jotunheim.

Loki only saw another trial placed before her brother; would he be diplomatic and only seek answers to his questions or would he take the warrior's path he lived and fight if his answers were not found or given. Loki could only hope that his choice would not get them killed; Jotuns were not meant to be simply slaughtered like Bilgesnipe, they were not simple soldiers that would bow and answer his questions without problems.

They were Jotuns.

"We shouldn't be here." Hogun voiced everyone's thoughts.

"Let's move." Thor said, taking the lead with Sif and Loki at his sides; both of the women knowing all too well how brash the Thunder God could get and were preparing themselves for the worst.

Walking through Jotunheim was an experience, Loki thought to herself, the foreboding feeling not leaving her as they trekked through the icy wind and snow that howled around them. Above them was nothing but black and below them, between the cracks in the land and past the cliffs, there was nothing but black. The only light given to them seemed to come from the glow the white snow gave off. That alone seemed to lead them on their way.

The more the wind seemed to howl and beat at them, the colder they became; Fandral tugging the furs of his cloak closer to himself, Sif tugged at her hood more to cover her face, even Hogun and Volstagg pulled their extra layers closer to preserve what little heat they had left in them. Only Thor and Loki showed no outward signs of being cold, though Loki could feel a chill hit her whenever the wind struck across her face ruthlessly.

Only then…

The castle they came upon was black like the sky above it, nothing at all like the palace of Asgard they had just come from. Loki could feel the eyes of the Frost Giants upon them, could feel their icy gazes, and wished for nothing more than to leave the realm and put its cold grips out of her mind.

"Where are they?" Sif questioned, glancing at Thor.

"Hiding," was Thor's answer, "As cowards always do." Loki turned to him with another worried look. Thor had not even bothered to lower his voice as he blatantly insulted the race they came to question. Though there was no love between Loki and the Jotuns, even Loki knew that they were in their realm, not Asgard, and that they had to tread carefully here. They had to, ignoring the pun she made, walk on thin ice.

"You've come a long way to die, Asgardians." A voice spoke to them, the body not viewable.

"I am Thor Odinson!" Loki's rather dimwitted brother shouted back to the voice.

"We know who you are."

"How did your people get into Asgard?" Thor demanded, not one to dance around something when he needed answers.

Red eyes finally became visible out of the storm as they were turned in the direction of the group, Loki feeling them all the more when she heard the voice say, "The House of Odin is full of traitors." She was no traitor even if it did chill her to the bone that the Jotun before them knew what she had done.

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