Marvel Fanfic Awards Winner: -Best Plot -Best Loki -Best Male Villain -Toughest Character (Anna) BOOK ONE. The world has changed. After aliens invaded New York City and superhumans continue to emerge from the woodwork, society has been forced to accept that which it does not know or understand. Anna, a young freelance journalist, witnesses these changes first hand as she travels the world, always observing yet never participating in events which continually shape the future. Now, after watching an Avenger murder a seemingly innocent man before her very eyes, she's thrust into action. Narrowly escaping death with Loki, the God of Mischief, Anna finds herself at a crossroads. How do you fight that which you do not understand? DISCLAIMER: May experience extreme fangirling and hyperventilating. Screaming, crying, laughing, broken e-Readers, intense feels, and asthma attacks have all occurred. (Seriously.) ++++++++++++++++++++ A Wattpad Featured Story. #37 in Fanfiction (6.18.2016) RATED PG-13: Violence and some strong language. © 2016. All rights reserved. All content (except original characters and storylines) is the property of Marvel. Cover art courtesy of Jungshan on DeviantArt. Art used with permission.

"People like him don't change. He is the god of mischief, after all." Bruce Banner has a niece; Eryn Banner. She works by his side at S.H.I.E.L.D. When Loki mysteriously returns, she finds herself intrigued to him. He's not all mischievous and full of lies as much as he's said to be. Beneath his tough facade, is a broken man with a story to tell. Too bad, no one else but Eryn sees that. So what happens when Eryn helps Loki escape from S.H.I.E.L.D? Loki isn't called the god of mischief for nothing. *UNDER EDITING*

Loki faked his death and is pretending to be Odin, king of Asgard. Sigyn, a half-Asgardian, is working in the palace after losing everything. She discovers his identity. He knows hers. Danger forces them together, but their pasts may tear them apart. *** This man- he couldn't be, could he? The long, wavy black hair. The ice-blue eyes staring down at her. The tall, slim frame. The fitted tunic of green cloth and leather. Before she could stop herself, she stammered: "You-you're-" "Loki, God of Mischief." [Word count: 15,000 - 20,000 ]