Imagine a Disney’s Hercules-style AU where Asgard is at war and Loki is being Loki. Trickster antics go too far and Odin, with the weight of war and trying to keep Loki in line, snaps and declares Loki banished. “To teach him what humility means,” Odin reasons. But Loki has enemies that lie in wait. The moment he leaves Asgard they’ll be hunting him. He’s taken careful precautions to have no weakness they can exploit, even in a powerless mortal form. It’s his only comfort when he’s cast to Midgard.
Imagine you live a simple life. Nothing eventful, nothing bold. Just floating through life without any excitement. You prayed to your gods the night before, please, let there be some adventure in my life! That morning when you step out your door the Bifrost tears across the sky. You watch as through the gods’ bridge a man tumbles into your realm. You make a break for it, running into the forest you saw him crash in.
He’s an ungrateful shit after you rescue him. If you’d known he would be such an prideful, stubborn nuisance you may have left him where you found him. You watch as he storms through your front door, not even a thank you for saving him.
Loki finds his way to the temples the Midgardians worship in and finds Odin’s alter. He summons Odin to appear before him, the All-Father taking form in a stone statue dedicated to him. Loki asks him what he has to do to be allowed to come home. Odin declares he must, “Learn to be a true hero.” Loki resigns himself to staying in this realm forever.
Imagine you find him at the temple, the lost man with no map to guide him. Maybe its pity, maybe its relatable, maybe its attraction. Whatever your cause, you offer him your place to stay.
Imagine you didn’t know when it happened, but the decision to chase the end of the rainbow bridge had began the most adventurous months of your life. You got to pay your enemies back for all they’d done, fight hydras and monsters with a man you’d hated at first but had turned into a great friend, and you got to fall in love. Imagine that he did too. After all of the careful plotting and precautions, he slipped up. He let you get close to him. Imagine that he had to pay dearly for it. Imagine his enemies finding him - and you - at last. They kidnap you, much to your dismay due to the obvious cliche. They kidnap you and threaten the whole Nine Realms and only Loki can stop them. Imagine him fighting fervently to rescue you and save the worlds, but he gets there too late. They’ve cut your throat. Loki is crushed. He failed to protect you and from the looks of it he’s failed the whole Nine Realms.
His enemy offers him a second chance. They say that if Loki would only let them conquer the Nine Realms, they would restore your life. Loki wants nothing more than to give in and let them have what they ask for just so he can hold you one more time. He knows that isn’t what you’d want, though. Instead, he rises to battle his enemy. The combat is brutal and leaves him within a hair of death, yet his enemy is still strong. In one final move he sacrifices himself for the greater good, destroying his enemy in the process.
The All-Father sees Loki’s sacrifice and brings his son back to life, back to his full god-like power, and allows him access to Asgard once more. Loki stands strong and powerful again, but he has no time to thank the All-Father. His eyes are sweeping over the battlefield until he spots your body. “What about her?” He asks. “The mortal woman, yes. What about her?” Odin asks. “Will you restore her life as well? She’s the reason I stand here now, restored to all I once was. Her life has become the most influential, valuable thing in mine and I-” “You what, Loki?” “I am in love with her.”
“Aw, how sweet,” you grin, walking forth from the shadows and over your duplicate’s body. It disappears as you take a step over it.
“You let me believe you’d died!” Loki exclaims.
“You needed motivation,” you say simply. “So, question: Do you look like this all the time?” You ask, gesturing to his full armor and how well it looks on him.
“Mostly, yes,” he glares at you, but a smile creeps over his lips at the sight of you alive and well.
“It’s a good look,” you declare, brushing a drop of rubble from his shoulder before gripping the shoulder and pulling him down into a kiss.