In Exile

Chapter One

Loki was fed up.

Fed up of being stuck with his brother and his moronic, do-good allies.

Fed up of being on Midgard.

Fed up of not having his magic.

Just over all fed up and it had barely been two weeks.

Odin had taken it upon himself to teach Loki a lesson and, much like he had with Thor, decided that exiling Loki to Midgard and removing his abilities in magic would be the perfect way to teach him about humility and hardship.

Odin claimed it to be the perfect thing Loki would need if he truly wanted to have a throne of his own one day, at least one that didn't involve trickery and wrongdoing to obtain.

He had noted how Thor had changed during the same test barely a year prior, a time during which Loki had enjoyed a bit of solitude and getting more attention than usual.

There had been hopes in his family that each son would learn the hardships of lesser people, to help them understand that life wasn't going to always go their way and things wouldn't be handed to them on a silver platter.

It was knowledge each boy would need as they grew older and the best time to teach them was shortly after each had reached adulthood on Asgard.

Being King meant that you had to deal with the issues of others as well as your own, something Thor had learned during his time on Midgard, having encountered SHIELD and becoming part of their little group of heroes.

Odin felt that Thor had learned to better himself in due course and gave him permission to return to Midgard as he wished to when this 'Avengers' group needed his assistance.

In all, Thor's exile had lasted two months and Loki was determined to make sure he came home sooner than that.

In Loki's mind, he was already on his way to becoming a wonderful King, he was intelligent beyond his years and understood more than people gave him credit for and he'd attempted to plead his case to Odin who would hear none of it and continued on with his lesson unabated.

Loki, however, had no interest in learning any such lesson and instead decided that he'd play Odin's game for a while, perhaps four weeks maximum, and then call to him through Heimdall and lie his way back to Asgard.

It was what he did best after all.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Loki had underestimated just how long four weeks would be when living as a mortal.

He was reaching Thursday of week two and he was bored out of his skull.

Though Thor had managed to score him accommodation in Stark Tower, which had an abundance of entertainment systems, he was still getting tired of Midgard.

Loki understood what Odin was trying to get at with this so called lesson, but he couldn't help but smirk a little at the fact that despite being exiled his brother had still managed to get him set up in a place that would be classed as luxurious to Midgardians.

All he had to do was face the boredom and this would be an easy breeze through, but that was proving to be easier said than done.

It had been that mundane Thursday morning that Loki had decided to take a look around somewhere further out than the city, he desired some quiet and figured that a smaller town outside would be suitable.

So after finding a route by bus, using that strange computer system he still wasn't fully adapted to, and taking a stash of money, that Tony had exchanged with him for some Asgardian coins upon arrival, he left the city and went out to find some much needed quiet.

The bus ride had been strangely tranquil for the God, as the roads bumped and bustling city life became a little scarcer he found himself feeling more at ease than he had felt since arriving.

It was coming up to noon by the time Loki got off the bus, so he decided that his first course of action was to find somewhere to eat and plan the official beginning of his little adventure.

This 'little adventure' mostly consisted of him wandering around the Midgardian shops and browsing the odd things they decided to sell, somehow it made him miss the days he and Thor would venture out to other realms of a more mystical nature.

Things a mortal could only ever dream of.

His reminiscing turned to nostalgia which in turn turned to curiosity, the urge to learn about Midgardian customs and history, one that he had been trying to fight down since arrival, swelled inside him and this time got the better of him, so his mission to find a bookshop began.