The Fall

Loki wasn't supposed to know who he was. He wasn't supposed to remember the golden towers of Asgard and the crumbling ruins of Jotunheim, the spite of his 'father' and the love of his brother. He shouldn't have been able to recall the slaughtering of frost giants, his own kin, and the birthing of his beautiful, terrible children. The pain of his fall.

He was supposed to be homeless, living on the streets of New York - unaware of the branches of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. The things beyond this earth.

He wasn't supposed to know he wasn't human.