Loki is 15 years old, well, 15 midgardian years old, when he falls. He gets plunged into the void, darkness. The place that none have managed to escape, and all who enter, are never seen again. The truth was, he was so...distraught, and so, simply done with life and all it had to offer, tired of the constant torment from his brother, and his brother's friends, as well as the other Asgardians, he just had to leave, so he did. However, things take a rather drastic turn when, instead of dying as he had thought, he ends up in a new world, a world between worlds, a world none knows about, and then also caught up in their version of war, and another dark artifact, with a dark sorcerer. Can he help, but more than that, is he willing to?
After the events in New York and Germany concerning Loki, the prince of a foreign realm and an extra-terrestrial terrorist, things are a little uncertain all over the world. But it's worse for (Y/N) when that very same Asgardian prince crashes down in her front paddock, especially since she has absolutely no idea how to handle Loki's sarcastic personality and snobby ways.
Note: please don't read this one if you're under 16, 15 absolute minimum. It's not appropriate and it makes me very uncomfortable to see actual children in my comment section. Please respect that and come back when you've grown up a little, I'm not going anywhere and neither is this fic.
*most characters and some events belong to Stan Lee (may his soul forever be at peace) and Marvel Studios*
RECENTLY UNDERGONE MAJOR RE-EDITING (it's practically a different story, and it's infinitely better than before)