Ineffable- A Loki Fanfic

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Loki spent the rest of the afternoon observing the world around him. He realized that if he was going to survive, he was going to have to learn as much as he could about his surroundings. He may not have had magic, but he was still clever and intelligent. This wasn't going to defeat him. After all, if Thor could be a good hunter, surely it couldn't be that hard.

The first few days he spent here was spent in self loathing. Well, some of it was spent trying to figure out where he was and how he had gotten there, but for the most part he just sat around and felt sorry for himself. He replayed the events that had transpired since New York over and over again, trying to figure out which pieces of him were real and which ones were fabricated. He thought of Mobius often, wondering if he was searching for him. Maybe that's why he kept appearing to him.

"Of course he is but only to completely end my existence." Although Loki was sure Mobius would never admit it, he felt a bond and trust growing there that he ultimately ruined when he disappeared. This of course, made his thoughts also turn to Thor and his family, his home. He wondered vaguely what it would have been like to just accept his place in Asgard and the love given to him by them. Which also left him imagining he might have actually had a friend in Mobius. A first besides Thor. In his terribly long life, he could only call his brother a true friend and just look at how he managed to ruin that completely.

Loki snapped out of his daydream, rolling his eyes at himself and looked around.

He had been walking for the better part of the day and his feet were tired. Loki didn't' really have a destination in mind, or a goal he was walking towards, it was just aimless wandering and so he found himself a spot near the stream and laid back, propping himself on a nearby rock. The land where he managed to end up was serene, in a wild, even Asgardian sort of way. He supposed that's part of why he ended up here, or maybe just why he has stayed in this particular area for so long. It didn't really feel like home, but it felt like a reality he could belong in if he let himself.

The rocky terrain was covered in thick blankets of multicolored moss, patched with tall, wheat type grass, and an icy stream slithered through it from the mountains above him to the lower valley just below and off the side of the cliffs.

In between watching small birds flit from one insect buffet to another and daydreaming, he felt a faint rumble beneath him. Quickly Loki stood up, on guard, and darted his eyes as far into the surrounding distance as he could. He stayed incredibly still for a long time, noticing how the wildlife around him seems to disappear or go still themselves, feeling the tremble in the earth becoming more apparent.

Suddenly there was a shout and whizz and an arrow flew by his face, just barely peeling back the skin on his cheek. Loki dropped to the ground and rolled out of sight behind a nearby boulder, surrounded by tall grass. Grass that would give him away if he moved. 'Shit'

Coming up over the hill he could now see why the world around him went silent. There was a company of men on horses coming directly towards him. Loki's first thought was to stay hidden and silent. After all, they were the first people he had seen on this plant and they were already trying to kill him. Not a good sign. Of course, his second thought was his usual instinct of diplomatically inserting himself into a place of good standing with their leaders.

As they got closer however, he could see their brutish appearance. Their skin was painted in dirt and blood. Loki's eyes rolled, how very predictable. Maybe not the sort for a diplomatic approach.

A man so large Loki was sure he could split this boulder he was hiding behind in two, rode up to the front of the company. He wasn't entirely without beauty. His muscles were well developed and he was cleaner than most of the others, with his long hair plated down the back. He would have looked almost noble if it weren't for that poisonous look in his eyes that Loki, unfortunately, knew intimately. He addressed the archer that was no doubt, the one that had nearly shot Loki.