Ok, so it took me some time to decide weather to place this story in the 'Avengers' section or this section. I picked this one because the events of this fan-fic happen some time before the events in 'Thor'.

To explain things clearly, this fic will be written in the style of a diary of the OC. This new character will 'follow' our beloved villain throughout the events before 'Thor', during and after it and so on, up to 'Thor 2'. I picked this style because it makes everything more personal and relateble to the reader. This is pretty much the pilot chapter, in which I introduce the character and a mild beginning of the 'real-deal story'. I hope you will enjoy the story overall, for it will be filled with feeling, passion, angst, drama and, of course, Loki :) You will see an evolution and involution of both Loki and OC, which I'm sure most of you Loki-lovers out there will enjoy!

So yeah, this story takes place some time before 'Thor'. I hope you enjoy this little 'pilot' and give me an honest opinion! Enjoy!

5th of Flora

I don't even know how to begin or what exactly to write here. My mother gave me this new, shiny notebook today as a gift and I decided to start a diary. But what should I write? I stared at this blank page for many minutes, thinking of how I should express myself, before deciding to finally settle my pencil on it and start scribbling. What am I even scribbling about? Hmm…maybe I should begin by introducing myself, in case someone will find this notebook and want to read it after I would have long passed away.

My name is Embla, I have the age of eighteen and I was born on Asgard, the realm of gods, and it is the only land I've known and the only grounds my feet touched. Even if our world is of one of immortality and eternity, I must give my first confession now. I am not immortal, or a goddess, for my mother is not from these lands, but from Midgard, the home of all humans. My father is the god Ullr, who, among other gods, traveled to Midgard about twenty years ago in order to restore peace through a harsh time of war. There, my father met Lourdes, my mother, who was around seventeen at the time. It was probably love at first sight, though all odds were against them: she was a young, naïve, mortal, while my father was strong, brave and well-seen among his fellow warriors. Each time Ullr went to Midgard, he would always find a way to sneak for an hour or two just to see my mother, knowing very well that if he wouldn't hide his relationship with her, he might be forbidden to ever step on Midgard and see her again. At first, my father found it hard to tell mother what he was and where he came from and when he did, my mother found it hard to believe his words. Then, father started telling her the stories from Asgard's glorious history, stories about the other realms and stories about Yggdrasil itself. My mother was enchanted by his words and listened to him bewilderedly each and every night they would meet. And, even though she had no material proof, after learning those stories, she truly believed and trusted my father.

After several months, the wars were over and father had to return permanently to Asgard. The night before the warriors left Midgard, my father went to see mother one last time. He was devastated, they both were. Ullr told her, with teary eyes, that they might never see each other again and that was goodbye. That's when my mother looked him deeply in his eyes and demanded: "Take me with you!" His eyes widened in shock, for he couldn't believe my mother had so much courage to leave everything she had ever known behind just to be with him, to live with him in a world she knew nearly nothing about. He knew that taking her with him would be extremely dangerous and risky…but he didn't care, he loved her too much, beyond any imagination. Father then asked her: "Do you understand what you are asking for?" That's when my mother kissed him and replied "I haven't been surer of a decision my entire life…Nothing awaits me here, but death. Take me with you, take me into eternity!"

The next day, my mother left the lands of Midgard forever. From what she told me, she missed her lands and her family at first, but because she had the man she loved next to her, she slowly but surely put it all behind her and started a new life. As for my father, the whole situation was harder for him. Not only did he bring a mortal in Asgard, but also wanted to make a bond with her. Most of his fellow warriors and friends lost their respect for him and turned their backs, demanding a punishment for breaking the laws. But, to my parents' fortune, Odin Allfather, our king and father, understood my father's decision better than anyone. He stated that blind is the one who can't see the how powerful is the love between the two and how strongly they are both wrapped in it. Odin didn't fully approve though, but accepted their marriage because he knew that we are not the ones who choose who to love, for we all succumb to the calls of our hearts. My parents' married with half a year since my mother arrived in Asgard.

A few months later, I came to this world. My father named me Embla, after one of his grandmothers. My birth brought much joy to both my parents, for I helped them forget about the fact that they were pretty much alone against the rest of the world. My mother also gave birth to Eobar, my little brother five years ago. That's when my father said that now his life is finally complete.

As for my father's reputation and the way my mother has been seen among Asgardians, I can only say that it's not getting worse. My mother was labeled a 'pariah' when she first arrived here and some called my father a 'traitor'. Those words had a great impact on my father, but slowly, he came to terms with his new reputation. What comforted him was the presence of his beloved wife, his daughter and the respect from the King, so that's how he managed to keep going. You could say that things improved a little year by year, the rest of the Asgardians now being used to the situation, but still, me and my brother would still receive funny looks when we went out, some people even muttering words such as 'half-breed'. But we both got used to it now.

All in all, we are a happy family who strives to fit in and manages sometime. My parents are the most caring and loving creatures who always wanted me and my brother's best. Father is still one of Odin's trustiest warriors while mother is a hard-working, handy housewife. She thought me everything I know: how to read, write, do math, cook, sew, knit, weave, do pottery, paint, sing and so many other things. She was my only teacher and now, as an older sister, I have the responsibility to teach some of those crafts to Eobar.

We live in a quite large cottage, in one of Asgard's humbler districts, quite close to a forest where my father would take me to play when I was younger. We have many neighboring cottages, for it is a very lively district, and I must admit that Asgardians here are kinder than the ones who live in the more upper-class districts, close to Odin's castle. Regarding the upper-class and the monarchy here, I must admit to you, I don't know much at all. This is for two reasons: my mother talked to me and taught me mostly about Midgard, also called Earth, and second, I never actually cared. Besides my father Ullr, and Odin, the King, I don't know the name of any other god or warrior. Besides the basic things my father taught me, I've also learnt from around that the King has two sons. And that's it! I don't know anything more about Asgard at all! You may think I'm ignorant, but the truth is I simply feel too distracted and living in my own little world to care about those things.

So, this is who I am, nothing more, nothing less. And it seems like I managed to fill the first page of this diary with something relevant! Now I can go rest for the night.

7th of Flora

This was a strange day. I'm saying this because I just don't know how to react to it.

It was a warm, lovely day so my mother asked me to take Eobar for a walk around the forest and play with him. After finishing my chores later in the morning, I took my little brother's hand and went for a stroll through the woods. We walked slowly as he began reciting to me two of the poems mom taught him last week. The sun was in the heart of the sky, so its rays caressed us through the fresh green leaves of the trees. The fragrance of dewy grass imbued my nostrils while I could hear birds singing in the distance. It was a truly heavenly noon!

Then I saw it. As we walked deeper into the heart of the forest, I somehow looked over my shoulder to the right and saw, in what seemed to be a glade, a figure dressed mostly in black, sitting down under an oak tree, I think. I couldn't tell from the distance, but judging by the position the frame had, I think he or she was reading something, looking down. I frowned a bit, trying to distinguish the figure and maybe to recognize who it was, but after less than two seconds Eobar called my name to point something out to me. I don't remember what, but it distracted me for a couple of moments. When I looked back, to my amazement, the figure was no longer there. I looked around some more but the forest looked empty, giving us the feeling that we were the only ones there the whole time.

But still, I knew I saw something, and it couldn't have just faded away in an instant. So I took Eobar by the hand and went to inspect the area in which I saw that…thing. I stepped into the glade, looked around, but couldn't see any marks to prove that someone had been there. But after taking a better look at the oak, I noticed that the grass under its shadow had been flattened, as if someone had sat there. I kept looking at the oak, trying to find anything else that would seem peculiar, before hearing a strange noise behind me. As if someone took a few small steps and then stepped on a twig that cracked under their foot. I turned around in a flash, but there was nothing there! For a second I thought that I'm losing my mind and imagining things, till I heard Eobar calling my name and asking me where that noise came from. He was also turned to face the oak and didn't see anything. I swiftly rushed next to him and, while holding him in my arms, I assured him it was just his imagination playing tricks and the only noises around us could have been produced by insects or other harmless little creatures. Fortunately, he believed my every word. I didn't want to frighten him, for I was already quite scared myself. I knew what I had seen and heard…and I'm sure it wasn't an insect.

Quickly afterwards, I tightened my hold on his small, innocent hand and told him we're leaving. I didn't want to risk our safety, especially my brother's. As we left, I looked around the whole time, to make sure nothing was appearing or following us. Once we were out of the woods, I breathed out freely. I didn't feel quite that frightened anymore.

Now, as I am writing this down, I am not only scared but also in a state of shock. As I look back at it and rethink everything I saw and heard, though it may not be much, I grow even more concerned. How can something or someone just disappear so quickly and with no trace? It's just not natural…it's impossible, absurd…I don't even know how else to describe it! Thanks goodness Eobar was there, or else I would have imagined that I'm losing my mind! I'm trying to find an explanation for all this, but something tells that I don't want to know…I just might not like the answer. I'm probably overreacting, but my father always told me that you can't be too sure of your own safety in Asgard, especially with our reputation. As long as doesn't bring any harm to me or my loved ones, this 'appearance' can persist as much as it wishes, but if it does….I don't know. I'm just too shocked to think of something more right now.