A/N: Future Warnings for mentions of child abuse and neglect, and super adorable young!Loki with fatherly!Tony.
I've seen a lot of stories where Loki comes crawling to the Avengers after being kidnapped and tortured by the Chitauri. They usually end with Loki either in a relationship with Tony, or an Avenger.
I've also seen stories where someone gets turned into a kid, and Tony ends up having to help take of them.
So I looked at those two types of stories and thought to myself, why not mash the two?! We'll end up with angst, fatherly!Tony, young!Loki, motherly!Natasha, big brother!Thor, uncle!Steve, eventual Avenger!Loki and/or FrostIron... Sounds like a good plan to me!
Big Brother's a Prince!
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The dark haired man stared sadly at the book on Norse mythology. Next to the book were assorted photographs and files, containing various bits of information on several people and gods. There was a cup of tea on the corner of the table, and a book of spells rested on the couch.
The green eyed man sighed and stood. He missed the day when he felt even a little bit loved; now, he just felt lonely and depressed. He missed the days when he could run to someone, and they would accept him with open arms.
The man gathered the books and files and organized them in a neat stack. He moved to the kitchen and quietly rinsed out his cup. After setting it in the sink, he returned to the living room.
The spell book was open again.
It was taunting him, it really was. Without looking he could tell you exactly what page the book was open to and exactly which spell it contained. The stupid book had been trying to convince him for a while.
The only problem was that if he cast the spell, there might not be someone who would be able to reverse it.
The male sighed wearily and ran his hand through his hair. All he had to do was cast the spell and all of this worrying and hurt could be over. Just one little spell could fix all of his problems.
For a while at least.
He formed a steeple with his hands and stared down at the spell book for a long while.
Decided, he put the mythology book away and began to prepare for the aftermath of what was to come. He scribbled out a letter, muttering the spell under his breath all the while.
Bright white filled the house.
A/N: Lame prologue is lame. I apologize. *bows apologetically*
Funny thing is, I'm not Japanese in any way, but I feel compelled to bow a lot. *shrugs* Go figure! :)