CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki living on Midgard during his exile. He lives with you, an inconsequential mortal, in a simple but comfortable home. He is woken up from a sound sleep one night by blood curdling screams coming from your room.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger for death of an animal, but that is in a dream, other than there’s nothing.
The day was as normal as it could possibly be with the God of Mischief as your unruly, spiteful, and yet kind, and tender house guest. He had, quite literally, fell out of the sky into the forest one night, that same night you had taken one of your horses to ride the trails near your house at night, which is how you discovered him. Barefooted with tattered breeches and a tunic stained with dirt and blood. Instantly you recognized him as the man that they had shown brief glimpses of during the invasion of New Work, and not having the heart to leave him when he could barely stand you took him back to your own modest farm house.