Detective Loki Fan Fiction ❯ Ragnarok ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Ragnarok

Series: Matantei Loki Ragnarok

Rating: R

Pairings: Loki/Sigyn; Loki/Mayura/Freyr; Heimdall/Freyr; Thor(Narugami)/Sif; and others…

Warnings: Angst, death, sap…general evilness all around ;)

Summary: Loki the Trickster is one of the most feared and ridiculed gods among the Norse pantheon. But when he takes a practical joke too far, Odin exiles him to Earth as an eight-year old child. Undeterred, the young god determines to return to Asgard triumphant.

A.N.: This series has just recently started, and so far only twenty-two episodes have been aired. But I just fell in love with this series, mainly because of the subject matter. Mythology has always been one of my loves, especially Norse. Since there really isn't all that known regarding the specifics on how Loki got exiled (at least in the anime; I haven't read the manga yet), then this fic will center on the anime itself. If you're at all interested in this anime, you can go to Destination Ragnarok (http://www.ailanokiga.net/loki/) for more information.

Asgard

In Norse mythology, there were nine worlds. The home of the gods, Asgard, towered above the others. The highest pinnacle upon the Norse pantheon, it resembled nothing more than a large glass castle. Light refracted off the glass, creating prisms of light all over the structure. There were few shadows within, but those that existed called out to those that belonged to the dark.

One figure could barely be seen incased in one of those shadowy corners. A sly smirk crossed the features of the young man as he watched the eldest of them all, Odin, make his way to his throne room. The young man in question watched carefully, dark mischief deep within his soulful green eyes. He was a most undistinguishing young man, though any woman that gazed upon him was instantly struck with a fluttering in her chest.

His features gave him a handsome appeal, but it wasn't so much his looks that drew women to him. It was the added feature of his eyes…they held mischief, mayhem and a slight darkness. He was what the human world termed a `bad boy' and women always seemed to flock to that sort.

The young man's clothing wasn't anything to be concerned over either. He seemed to favor the old English style of dressing, that from the turn of the century or just before. Soft brown boots, covered by a pair of dark brown slacks, along with the trench coat that fell around his ankles. It was more of a stylish coat, then a winter coat, in fact. A white shirt, collared by a dark brown ribbon at the throat, complimented the coat. His mop of brown hair fell in his eyes briefly before he blew it away with a grin. Rubbing his hands together in glee, he didn't see the other man behind him.

"Up to your old tricks, Loki?"

"Ack!" Loki, god of fire and deceit, all but had a heart attack as he pressed his back against the column. He glared at his friend, a sweat drop appearing on the side of his head. Growling, he slugged his friend in the arm. "THOR!! You asshole! You about gave me heart failure!"

"Oh? Guilty conscious?" Thor, the god of thunder, smirked. He was about Loki's height, quite handsome in his own right. Brown hair crowned his head, the same color eyes boring into his friend's.

"Who me?" Loki asked innocently, batting his eyelashes. Thor rolled his eyes, causing Loki to laugh. "Come on, before Odin has a hissy fit that we aren't in the throne room."

"Whatever." Thor shook his head at his friend, following a smirking Loki into the throne room. The two friends stopped at the entrance to the throne room.

Within, the world seemed to take on an unearthly feel. The entire chamber was made of crystal, various hues and patterns dancing among the walls. The gods were gathered, waiting for Odin to appear.

Heimdall, guardian god of Asgard, turned at the pair's entrance. He growled angrily at the figure of Loki, his fist clutched at his side. He glared daggers with his one visible eye that could be seen, his hair covering the other.

Loki all but ignored the other god as his sights fell on the others. Freyr was near a column talking animatedly with his sister, Freya. The young goddess of love didn't seem to hear her brother, he eyes on Loki. There was a softness to her features as she gazed upon the god of deceit.

Thor dragged his friend with him, Loki giving a half-hearted yelp of protest. Thor winked at Freya, who all but ignored him, her eyes on Loki.

Loki didn't seem to notice, his eyes centered upon the newest arrival. Baldur, the god of light, entered, followed by his entourage. Loki's eyes twitched as he watched Odin's son.

Making a face, Loki turned from Baldur. He was just so damn perky! It should be a crime to be that genki! He sighed, reluctantly coming to attention with the others as Odin made his appearance.

Odin, along with his wife Frigg, descended the stairs of the antechamber, coming to sit on the high dais at one end of the room.

"Punyaan!"

Loki turned from the arrival of his half-brother at the sound. He smiled, holding his hand out.

A young woman in a green gown smiled, curtseying as she accepted his hand. Her green eyes were a match for his, twinkling mischievously as she gazed at him. Her soft lilac hair framed her face in a cascade of curls. She wasn't the most beautiful of women there, and certainly could not compare to the goddess of love, Freya. But there was something about her, about her devotion to the man who held her hand, that spoke well of her.

On her shoulder was a strange creature, known as a shikigami. Sitting comfortably on her shoulder, the white and pink blob was what had made the curious sound.

Loki's face brightened, taking the woman's hand in his. Kissing her knuckles gallantly, he bowed. "It's good to see you, Eechan."

"Oh really? Just Eechan?" The woman asked slyly, arching an elegant eyebrow up at Loki.

He smirked, turning her palm over in his hand and placing a lingering kiss onto the flesh of her palm. "Of course not, Sigyn. It is always wonderful to see you."

"Good boy." Sigyn teased, brushing his light brown hair from his face. Sigyn didn't even seem to notice the glare of jealousy Freya leveled at her. "So what mischief are you getting into this time, Loki?"

Loki gave a mock sigh as Thor laughed. "I'm so misunderstood! No one ever believes me!"

"Oh, stop your whining, baby." Sigyn snickered, placing her finger on his nose. Loki's eyes crossed, staring at her finger, causing her to snicker.

He grinned, winking. He loved hearing her laugh. She certainly wasn't the most beautiful of women in Asgard, but she had a heart bigger than any Loki had ever known. The only time he had ever strayed from her side had been after a vicious argument between the two.

The argument had escalated, causing Loki to seek solace in the arms of another woman, the giantess Angrboda. That union had produced his three children: Fenrir, Jormungand and Hel. Strangely, Sigyn had never been upset with him over that fiasco. In fact, she treated the three as if they were her own children.

She'd wept when Odin and the other gods had taken the three away. Fenrir was chained; Hel was sent to the Underworld to govern it alone and Jormungand was thrown into the deep ocean. Sigyn had fought long and hard with Odin over Loki's three children. Unfortunately, Odin had never been swayed by her soft, pleading words.

"Asgard to Loki! Come in Loki!"

Loki blinked at the delicate hand waving in front of his face annoyingly. He arched an eyebrow at Sigyn, who smiled innocently up at her husband.

Thor rolled his eyes heavenward. "It's official. You're nuts, Sig."

"Yeah? You mean like you?" Sigyn smiled sweetly at Thor, who rolled his eyes and growled. She giggled, ruffling his hair. "Now, now, shorty…"

"SHORTY?!"

Loki snickered at the two, and then excused himself, as Odin beckoned to him. Whispering softly to the two, Loki moved smoothly through the throng of other gods and goddesses.

He bowed to Odin, his green eyes filled with interest while he stood next to Odin. Odin's impenetrable gaze fell on his half-brother, a very slight frown creasing his features. Loki didn't really notice; such expressions were normal for Odin.

Odin waved to Frigg and she descended, joining the other gods and goddesses in conversation, allowing the two half-brothers privacy. Loki was instantly on guard at this gesture. Odin only wanted to talk to him privately when he was deathly serious.

"Loki, I know you and Heimdall are less than…cordial with one another." Odin began.

Loki snorted derisively at that. "That is the understatement of the millennium!"

Odin ignored the interruption, continuing. "I have a request of you, one that involves acquiring something from Heimdall."

Eyes bright with malice, Loki all but rubbed his hands together in glee. "Just tell me and it's done! I'll do anything to irritate the little slime ball."

Odin mildly sweat dropped. The animosity between Heimdall and Loki was well documented. "Fine. I want his seeing eye."

"Eh?" Loki blinked, a bit shocked at the request. Odin wanted Heimdall's right eye? It would be challenging, of course. But it wasn't something he couldn't handle.

"You are able to do it, yes? Not too difficult for you, Loki?" Odin baited his half-brother, knowing it was just the thing to push Loki over to do his wishes.

And push him it did. Loki's green eyes flashed, turning a dark shade of red briefly. "As you wish, Odin."

Odin smiled, watching his half-brother leave his side and head back to Sigyn and Thor. Now all he had to do was watch, and wait.

And pray his dreams were wrong.