Prologue

After being murdered by his own abuser after stealing the Tesseract. Loki has two choices:

He can go to Valhalla. The realm of infinite peace for the fallen who died honorable deaths in battle. Where he can spend the rest of his days eating grapes and reading with Frigga.

Or he can become a fylgjur. Cursed to wander the realms forever as a ghost, clinging onto a spirit of his choice. (Namely Thor, not that he would ever admit it.) And watch as his brother and his band of Midgardian misfits try to prevent the inevitable...

Seems like an obvious choice, right?

Except for the fact that it isn't...

(I do not own the characters or the plot)
(On a temporary hiatus while I work on my whumptober fanfic)