Night at the Museum
{ starter for @onlyslightlydoomed }
♔—- Life on Midgard wasn’t half as bad as Loki had been expecting, really. Most Aesir held a particularly nasty dislike of Midgard. Sometimes they would venture down to the realm of the mortals to spend a few nights dazzling them and receiving endless amounts of praise for what they could accomplish. Bedding mortals became something of a sport amongst Asgardians, but to form a true attachment to one? To make a home for oneself on Midgard?
Those things were as good as taboo, really.
For Loki, it wasn’t about a mortal woman or man. It wasn’t about what Midgard could offer him, it was just about getting away from Asgard. After discovering his true heritage and realizing why he’d never really fit in on Asgard, why so many people shunned him and thought him strange, why even his own father didn’t seem to have the ability to love him and why he condemned Loki’s children, his grandchild. In discovering his Jotun heritage, it all made so much sense. He wasn’t a prince to be loved and favored by all. He was a tool to be set aside until he could be useful and he just felt a significant detachment from the realm of the gods.
His desire to stay and continue living such a lie faded away and he just disappeared without any explanation to anyone aside from a few trustworthy sources. He brought some of his possessions, like his massive book collection, his knives and daggers, and his feline companion, Fanny. When he left, he didn’t have a specific place in mind, but he had always enjoyed Midgard. The fast-paced evolution of the primitive race of humans always fascinated him. The multi-cultural globe with so many different landscapes, cities, and vastly changing technology always managed to draw his attention. Humans were so far behind Asgardians, but they did have one thing Asgard didn’t.
Change.
Asgard always seemed to stay the same. It was so stuck in its ways that there was little hope that anything would ever be different but Midgard? Gods, Loki could visit once every few decades and everything would be different. So that’s where he eventually made his new home. He found himself a spacious condo that he could modify to suit his needs in the heart of Paris and eventually took up a job in the world famous Louvre. Loki was many things, but a scholar and an art enthusiast were two things that he took so much passion in. He found a great deal of joy posing as an archivist. He often interacted with the guests to show them around or give them a bit more information on something they were interested in. He was a particularly wonderful asset to the museum because he could speak with people of numerous backgrounds and language preferences. The people there thought he was multi-lingual--which was true--they just didn’t understand his abilities were the result of the All-tongue.
“Hello there,” Loki said with a rather cheery smile as he spotted a curious young man wandering around one of the exhibits closest to the entrance. “Is there something I can help you find?”
