Mischief on Midgard

First day on Midgard

Falling... Forever falling...

He'd been falling now for what seemed like an eternity. There were no sounds. There was no air to breath. Nothing to reach out towards to grab onto and stop his unending descent.

There was nothing but Darkness...

Eventually, though he could not see them, he started to hear the growling of beasts. The monsters that lurked in the deepest depths of the void. They echoed from both beneath him and from above.

As he fell, he would often wish that one of those monsters would find him. Find him and end his miserable existence... end the mind-numbing Nothingness.

How long had he been falling now...?

Weeks? Months? Years? There was no way to tell here. There was no bright light of a sun rising and falling to tell the days apart. No conversation to distract his mind. There was nothing underneath him to end his long fall...

Nothing.

That Nothingness was crushing him, both his body and mind...

Still, in the face of it all, he did not regret the events that had led him to this point.

If he had allowed Thor to pull him up, then he would have been put on trial at once. He would have, more than likely, been locked away without a key or executed. If he let go of Thor's hand then...? Well. In truth, it would not have mattered either way. Why would it? Life as he had known it was over all the same. At least this way... he had the final say in what his fate was to be.

He would not give Odin that satisfaction. If his life was going to end, then at least he could say that it was by his own hand... his own choice. Odin would have no power over him. Not anymore.

None of them did. His final act had been the epitome of that belief. His choice meant that they would no longer be control his fate. Only he would. Only his, Loki's, will mattered.

He would not allow himself to be controlled like that agai-

Suddenly a deep voice boomed, filling the air around him and drowning out the distant, hungry cries of the monsters in the Dark.

"What is this? A falling Godling?"

Loki's eyes widened and he could have sworn that he felt that person reaching for him. He knew that voice. He knew that presence. No! He would not allow himself to be controlled.

NO! Loki thought as he twisted about. No, you wont control me this time. Never again will you control me THANOS!

Loki's body hit earth in a crashing, disorienting impact that left him stunned while also pulling him back to the 'now'. A rain of bricks and dust fell across him and he groaned. As he laid on his back, he found himself bitterly wondering why the impact hadn't killed him. It would have killed a regular Midgardian after all.

"Urghh..." he groaned, trying to blink away the dust that obscured his vision.

Slowly, as the dust started to settle, Loki tried to take in his immediate surroundings. He was surrounded by rubble and not just that which was from his own impact. The area was far too big to have been caused just by him. As his vision finally cleared, he saw the massive sky scrapers towering above him. The windows that still remained glistened in the bright sunlight, though many of them were broken from a fight. A fight which had taken place only a few short days prior to his graceless landing.