I noticed that no one had thought of doing a story like this so I decided to give it a go. I do not own Game of Throne nor do I own Loki. Although a girl can wish :)

Loki had no idea where he was. He knew wherever it was that it was cold and wet. He also had a vague idea of how he got there in the first place. All he could remember was Thor's look of desperation as he was hanging over the Bifrost and his father's disappointed gaze. Or was it adopted father now? 'No Loki,' he had said, looking at him as if he was his biggest regret, and to him, he probably was. Loki found it funny that after everything that had happened, Odin could still cause his heart to shrivel at the thought of disappointing him.

So he had fallen.

Now here he was, In a land he knew not, cold,wet and alone. Perhaps this was his punishment. Loki tried moving around, to see if he could find a way out but alas his muscles would not cooperate. His arms and legs felt brittle and small as he pushed them against a flesh like material. A feeling of dread possessed him. Had he been eaten?

Well, It would certainly explain the fleshy cocoon that currently held him captive. It would also certainly explain why it was so cold and wet. He briefly thought about summoning his daggers to attempt to cut himself to freedom, but he rationalized that even if he did summon them, he would be unable to use them while trapped inside….whatever he was trapped in. Loki didn't also want to know what beast had dared swallow him. Perhaps his son Jörmungandr wanted to spend some quality time with him? His serpent son always did have a strange way of getting his attention.

Loki's thought were interrupted as the walls around him began to clamp down on him. Odin's beard, was he being digested already? Loki frantically tried to latch on to the walls, desperate not to be eaten, however fate seemed to be against him today. He felt himself being pushed further and further down despite his limbs protests as he felt the rush of cool air hit him. Wait, open air? Was he thrown up?

Loki felt arms grabbing him. He immediately held his breath and slowed his heartbeat in an attempt to trick whatever had attempted to eat him into thinking he was already dead. The hands holding him felt huge in comparison to his body. The only sound he could hear was the heavy breathing of a woman. Wait, what? He was about to open his eyes when he heard the woman speak. "My son, Maester Luwin, why is he blue?" At her desperate plea Loki felt realization of his situation hit him. Was he being reborn?

Upon remembering what the woman just said Loki felt a slight pang of disappointment, even after being reborn he was still a frost giant. Loki heard the man, he assumed was Maester Luwin reply to the woman, "Lady Stark, I'm afraid to inform you that your son has not survived." At Maester Luwin's confession he heard the woman start sobbing manically. This only succeeded at confusing Loki, had these people not seen a frost giant before? Had they mistaken his blue skin for him being dead? "Give him to me," he heard a soft voice say shakily, male Loki assumed based on the deepness "Catelyn, and I wish to say goodbye." Loki felt himself being passed off. The hands holding him were callous and rough, but they still held him gently as if he was the most precious thing in the world. "Shall I inform the children for you?" he heard Maester Luwin say in a soft tone. "No," The unknown man replied "We'll tell them, they shouldn't hear this from anyone else but us." Maester Luwin said nothing so Loki assumed he nodded and heard a gentle creak of a door being closed. At the doors closing the woman's sobbing only seemed to get louder and he could feel the hands holding him begin to shake, as the man he assumed to be his father started sniffling.

Loki suddenly remember that he was holding his breath. Guiltily Loki gulped in a large breath of air. He felt the hands holding him stop shaking. He was jostled suddenly as the hands holding him started to frantically wrap him in layers of what he assumed to be furs. "What are you doing Ned?" he heard the woman croak,her throat most likely raw from screaming. "Warming him up," 'Ned' said "He's freezing-" "He's dead, Ned!" he heard the woman, his 'mother,' interrupt him sobbing once more. Loki felt a pang in his heart, wondering if his adopted mother was currently weeping for him like this.

Loki chose this moment to open his eyes. Usually, with regular newborns, they were unable to see upon birth, but Loki forced his eyes to focus. The face of his new father was younger than he expected, but his face was hardened by battle, this much Loki knew. His new father had dark brown hair, and his eyes were a steel grey. However, his eyes were not showing disappointment at him, or the hopes of ending a perpetual war like his adopted father's eyes did. His eyes were showing nothing but pure fatherly love and desperation. Loki's heart ached.

Loki felt his body ripple as his form copied the man in front of him. Subtly, to make it seem as though he was being warmed up by the furs surrounding him. His father gasped. "Cat," he said desperately "his eyes, he opened his eyes!" At his father's declaration he heard his mother demand he hand him to her. Loki felt himself be passed off to another for the third time as of this day as gentle hands caressed him.

His new mother had soft looking red hair and deep blue eyes, eyes that were looking at him with nothing but pure devotion. "By the gods Ned," His mother breathed out, gently caressing his face as he blinked up at her. He was so distracted that he failed to notice that his father had called Maester Luwin in once more to check him over.

"How peculiar," He said, after cleaning him up and placing him back into his mother's awaiting arms, "It's as if he has risen from the dead." Loki supposed in a way he kind of has. "He's a Stark," His father had stated, proudly peering down at him "we're a stubborn lot." Wait, Stark? Isn't that the name of some Midgardian made of Iron? Loki made a note to look into that when he got older.

"Shall I inquire what you wish to name the young lad?" Maester Luwin said, pulling out a small piece of parchment. "Brandon," His father said, looking down at him along with his mother, who seemingly refused to remove her gaze from him. "Our son's name shall be Brandon Stark," and upon hearing his new name, Loki felt loved.

Alright so that was my first chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it. This chapter is a bit slow due to it establishing Loki's coming into the world of Game of Thrones. And in terms of explaining how he got there, well, that will be explained later.