Loki of Midgard

Centuries ago, Loki fell from Asgard and from the grace of his father. Since then, he's split his time between Midgard and the rest of the universe. He's been happy to make his mischief in peace, until his skills are needed to track down an artifact from his past, forcing him to step out from behind pulling the strings and into the mantle of an Avenger.

This is my first fic and I have no beta reader so buckle up for a MISTAKE. Also I know the summary sounds really serious but thats just b/c I am an overdramatic asshole.