I've decided to create a seperate entry without any of the dialogue and interruptions for the book Loki sends to his mother and brother. If you guys are confused, refer to Home Is Where the Heart Heals, my other Avengers/Fairy Tail fanfiction. I'll go by a few chapters worth of the book at a time depending on how much of the book there is.

Chapters 1-2

Dear Mother,

I do hope you received this package. If not, I have made an error in my calculations and there is no point in writing this.

I must request that you retrieve my brother and look through this book together, as it is very important that you both understand my situation. Do not worry, nothing is wrong. In fact, I believe that things have never been better for me and that is why I wish for you two to know. The book is spelled to only open when both of you and ONLY both of you are ready to look through it.

There is nothing much else to say, except that I must ask you read through the whole book before considering telling Odin or anyone else of it.

~Loki

Before I can truly begin to describe anything I must go back. Back many years before you were banished, brother.

Out of anyone I know that you both meant no harm. But as I grew up I was constantly taunted, teased about my studies in magic and my less than 'perfect' visage. I do not know for sure whether you have realized it by now, but I am confident that you now know how my childhood was not the best of situations.

Thor, you often protected me even when you believed I deserved what I was being put through. If you've realized what I grew up with you will be astounded to know that your protection was only enough to defend me when you were around. When you weren't, it was truly horrible.

Considering the circumstances of your banishment, I believe that I was already becoming slightly unstable. I recall feeling unbelievably apart from anyone, and when I discovered my true heritage I broke.

My actions weren't particularly called for, though I did what I believed was correct. Now I thoroughly regret all of it.

I do not wish to dwell on the subject very long, as I do not like remembering my instability at the time.

The moment when I let go and fell into the abyss is one of my lowest. At the time, I truly wished for it to just end.

Now, I want to go back in time and slap myself. However, there are many important things that never would have happened had I not attempted it.

I floated through the void for an eternity, with nothing. There were tales of beasts and monsters roaming through the void, so I had resigned myself to being destroyed in their grasp. But there was nothing, and in that nothing I truly went mad.

Eventually, when my madness had faded with time as everything did, I was finally found by something.

Thanos.

I will not mention that time but for this once. Many, many terrible things were done to me there that I am still too damaged to attempt reliving by writing them. I know that I then knew what it was like to beg and wish for death, and it is possible I did die a few times while in his grasp.

I know that he had molded me into a perfect little soldier, controlling me in a similar way that I soon controlled others.

When the Hulk flung me into the floor was when the control was finally loosened.

Sadly, that control was what had kept me from having a mental breakdown. I panicked as I regained my senses, attempting to cast a teleport spell to remove myself before I was captured in my weakened state.

However I was weak, exhausted, still fighting remnants of Thanos's mind control, and I'm fairly sure I had a dangerous concussion. My spell went awry, flinging me beyond, within, and everywhere.

The details of what my spell did are too long for this and I'm certain you would not understand it, brother.

The simplistics of it are that I went somewhere none had gone before. I woke up in a strange land, with strange creatures, strange magic, and even stranger people.

THAT, my brother and mother, is truly where this story begins.

I must say... My first experience there was... Interesting, perhaps I could say? I knew automatically that I had sent myself somewhere new, though I hadn't realized quite HOW new.

Unfortunately when I first appeared I was weak and injured. It was pure chance that I was found by a kind family, who I am still in good relations with to this day. It was also fortunate that they happened to have the best healer I could find later on. They took me in while I was still too weak to understand what was going on around me.

Needless to say, it was quite strange trying to figure out what was going on once I was fully conscious.

I also... may not have reacted well when I did learn where I was. Or more importantly, where I wasn't.