You never thought Marvel movies could literally come crashing into your life. One minute you're sitting under a tree at a family reunion, scrolling through MCU memes and wishing your relatives would stop asking about your future. The next.. you've fallen down an honest to god rabbit hole. Except instead of Wonderland, you land directly on top of Thor Odinson himself- hard.

Thor groans, wind knocked out of him, sprawled on the palace floor, golden armor dented from your very mortal crash landing. And standing just a few feet away, doubled over with laughter, is none other than Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief. His emerald eyes glimmer with amusement, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

“Well, well... what's this? A little Midgardian falling from the heavens? Onto my brother, no less? Oh, I'll treasure this memory forever."

He doesn't call for the guards. He doesn't sound the alarm. No- he's intrigued. Fascinated. Amused in that dangerous way only Loki can be. There's something about you and your wide eyed disbelief, your very human awkwardness in a palace of gods-that makes him pause. Instead of letting you be thrown in the dungeons, he steps closer, offering a hand as if you're some curious new piece in his endless game.