Thor looked at his brother, standing defiant before the high throne of Asgard. "Father, can he not be redeemed?"
The AllFather's one eye narrowed, "That I do not know, but for his sake I shall find out. A hero has been called from among the Einherjar. A man of great honour and courage, one who has brought forth the hero from the most unlikely of Midgard's folk."
Thor beamed in relief, "I look forward to meeting this man."
There was a clearing of throat behind them. "I believe you gentlemen called?"
"Phillip son of Coul!" The Thunder God abandoned decorum and dragged the suited man into a hug. "Are you well? What are you doing here?"
"Making bricks out of straw for a cyclops." He shrugged modestly. "You get used to it."
Loki looked up at the familiar voice - he'd never got the Midgardian's name but he knew that voice. 'You're going to lose.' 'It's in your nature.' 'You lack conviction.' "You!"
Coulson smiles in a way he knows will provoke his new charge.. Loki's arrogant, insecure and resentful. He can work with this.