Midgard Legends original starter (375 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel)

Summary: The original beginning for Midgard Legends.

Loki slouched down in his seat. Listening to petition after petition from country jarls made him weary to the core; the only saving grace to the whole thing being Thor suffering the same punishment on Odin’s right. Neither of them cared about fishing nets or illegal fences, and Loki would have wagered that Odin held no interest in the subjects either, but he hid it well if that were the case.

As the grouchy old man and his grouchy old wife left the throne room, only to be replaced by another grouchy old man, Loki fell even further in his seat, until his knees were almost level with his shoulders.

“Loki, sit up,” Odin scolded.

Loki did, with great fuss. He glanced down at his wrist, but he wasn’t wearing his watch. He’d taken it off when he returned home, he remembered. It did no good on Asgard; the days were different lengths. Similar, but not the same. He idly wondered how much it might cost to commission a special device to track time on Asgard. He’d worked out the difference to the nearest minute, though it was no use to him. Constantly resetting the device on Asgard would only make it aggravatingly inaccurate on Midgard.

Making a show of sighing deeply, Loki pulled his sleeve down over his wrist and settled in to listen to another complaint about sheep or wells or something equally dull.

Cinema held a particular appeal. Humans enjoyed spending an evening listening to lies, and Loki couldn’t help sharing that vice. And if he found himself at the edge of his seat as Janet Leigh showered, unaware of the dangers lurking in her own hotel room, well… Who could blame him? He was hardly the only one to be so drawn in.

By the time he left the cinema, the sun had set and the city lit up with artificial lights. Loki walked down the busy pavement with his hands deep in his pockets. By Asgard’s clock, it was still early in the day. And since he was awake, Loki saw no point in wasting that energy. There were plenty of ways to entertain himself in this city. Surely he could find one. Possibly one wearing an obscenely short skirt.