The sky was suddenly torn open, and hell poured from the stars. Everyone ran away, and I joined them. I saw one woman running, Taser in hand, TOWARDS the invaders, and I said to myself "She don't look like a super hero, and if she's gonna go in to THAT… I'm going with her!"

I ran after her, amazed at her skills in leaping over rubble. She was good. I was better. I soon caught up to her, and she stared at me for a moment as we ran, leapt and slid towards the invaders that were on the ground.

"Hi!" I said, giant grin on my face. "How much damage do you think that little shocker'll do?"
Her response? To aim at an invader and zap it so much it exploded.

She looked floored, and I said "They seem to be weak against Tasers… Tase away, Shocky!" Then I grabbed a pipe off of the ground and swung it, knocking one of our foes to the ground. We kept running and slid to a landing behind a car. She finished rewinding the wires of her Taser then stuck her hand out to shake.

"Darcy!" she said, her grin matching mine.
"Fen!" I replied, staring over the hood of the car and shaking her hand shortly. One of the invaders jumped over us just then, and I stabbed my now bloody pipe into it, watching it fall to the ground. "I'm new here, but tell me, is this normal for Manhattan, Darcy?"

She zapped at one of the invaders and said "New Mexico, this is no big thing, but yeah, it's new here."

I decided right then and there that this gal was awesome. I threw my long pipe like a spear and impaled another foe. We were then overtaken, and we had no choice but to run, AWAY this time. We would have been dead but for a gigantic bolt of lightning from… a Neo-classic Viking with a freaking hammer?

This town is screwed up…

My new friend stared at the figure in shock and said "Thor?" and he turned and looked just as shocked and said "Lady Darcy? What are you doing in this city? Did the Man of Fury separate you from Jane?"

He threw the hammer, the weapon circling around, knocking blocks off all around before flying back into this "Thor's" hands. Again, I say it, this town is crazy.

"Thou and the boy should flee, Lady Darcy. Tis not safe here." He looked at me and stared at me for a moment before shaking his head and asking me "Lad, would thou escort the Lady Darcy from this place? I will reward ye greatly after this battle."

I nodded and grabbed her arm, and we began running as Thor smashed more alien heads in. We were mostly unimpeded, but the few aliens we DID encounter were fair game to her Taser and my… well, whatever I could get my hands on. Preferably a staff or spear like object. We were right below this building called "Stark Tower" when we saw more "superheroes" fighting even more aliens. We stopped for a breather, and I had to ask her.

"So, how'd you know helmet and hammer back there?"
"My old boss is his girlfriend. Sort of. And his brother tried to kill us with a 14 foot tall alien Robot thing."

I nodded, fairly impressed.
"What's your story, Fen?"
"Meh!" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "They found me as a kid in the dessert in New Mexico, and I ran away from the foster home they put me in about… Well, if I'm about 11, which I am, it would have been… I was 6. Been on my own since then."
"Well, if we live through this, you can come crash in my place, kid- you seem pretty awesome."
"Thank You, mi 'lady," I said, bowing sarcastically. "Now, I must insist we carry on and leave this place. More of our foes do verily come, and we must flee further!"

She grunted an affirmative, and we ran. Or at least, we tried to. We were nearly crushed by a man falling off of the Tower, making a crater in the ground. He groaned, and Darcy held me back from him. "Stay back Fen. That would be Thor's brother."
"Shit."

From the ground we heard "He… is not… my brother…"
"Shut up down there, you!" Darcy said. "You just got thrown off of a tower into the ground, keep quiet and wait for the superhero cops to come… do whatever it is that super hero cops do! And… oh, you're not in the crater any more…" He advanced on us, and I pushed Darcy behind me. I'd been given a job, and damnit if I wouldn't do my best to finish it!

And then, his eyes met mine, and his face softened suddenly. His eyes filled with tears, then his face grew enraged again. He turned to Darcy and said "Guard him with your life, Mortal. Your continued existence depends on it."

And then he took off into the sky, green fire trailing from his cape as he flew upwards like a reverse comet. Darcy looked over at me and said "Any idea what that was all about?"

"Can't say I have one… But the real question is this- Why the freak was he wearing a helmet with freaking cow horns on it?"

"I… really don't know. Maybe he has a small dick and he's making up for it? Yeah, let's go with that."

I laughed and we ran. Or at least, we did, until I felt a burning in my back and fell to the ground…

I woke up in Darcy's arms as we were driven somewhere. I groaned, and she helped me sit up. "Ugh… what happened?"
"Bluntly? You got shot, turned into a wolf, tore a bunch of Chitauri to pieces and then turned back and fainted. Now we're being brought to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters because you're thought to be a threat, and when anyone else but me tried to touch you they got thrown back. So I got to haul your skinny ass into this van, and we've been driving for about… 4 hours now, I'd say? Clint, Natasha, how long we been driving?"

A man I assumed was "Clint" climbed into the back with us and looked me over. "About 4 hours, yeah. How you feeling kid?"
"Like I turned into a wolf and killed a bunch of aliens. Oh wait, I did!"

He smirked and Darcy chuckled.
"So, how much of a threat am I being considered?"
"A big one." The driver said, and Clint frowned up at her. I assumed she was Natasha.
"It's because Loki wanted you so bad after he surrendered. We don't know why he cared, and he's refusing to talk, but… we don't know why he switched sides right in the middle of the battle, and until we do, we can't trust him. So we're taking you elsewhere. And no, we're not going to Headquarters. We're making everyone THINK we are. We're going back to Manhattan in about 2 hours."

I nodded, then my stomach growled. Clint faced the front and said "Tasha, find some place to get the kid some food, will you?"
"Already on it." Was the short reply. I breathed in through my nose, trying to process all of this, and I suddenly knew EVERYTHING about the others from the past 48 hours. Clint had been with Loki, then he'd been with Natasha and they'd had sex. And if they were aiming for a kid… They were in luck.

"You're pregnant." I told her. "This guy's the father, you conceived about a day and a half ago. You also ate bacon for breakfast this morning- it was maple flavored, and you liked it more than he did because it was crispy."

Natasha slammed on the brakes, and Darcy is lucky Clint wasn't taking a drink, or he would have spit-taked all over her face. I was starred at by all, and I said "I just smelled it all, guys!"

Clint hopped back up front and there was whispering. I yawned, and Darcy grabbed me and laid me down, head on her lap.
"Sleep, kid. You turned into a wolf, you probably need it."

My eyes began to close slowly, and I was soon asleep.


"His foster parents reported him missing about 6 years ago, sir. He's been presumed dead for about three years."
"Good, Hill. Any luck with Loki?"
"No, sir. He's asked to see Coulson's body, but that's it. He says… He says Coulson's not dead, just controlled."
"Talk to Thor. Get as much on Asgardian mind control tech as you can. I won't trust Loki until we know everything."
"Yes sir."

Hill walked off and Fury rubbed his temples. Today was just NOT his day. Things were too muddled, and any day dealing with Stark was a bad day. But he wanted answers, so he headed down to where they were keeping Loki- 'keeping' in the loosest sense of the word.

"Hello, Director." Loki said, polite but with an anger brimming under it. "I can tell you've come to talk again, haven't you?"
The director of S.H.I.E.L.D glared with his one eye at the Norse God.

"They tell me you're saying you'll heal Coulson, Loki."
"And I will. A… gesture of good will, if you would. But I will demand one thing in return."
"Generally, when you make a 'gesture of goodwill', it's free. But I pride myself on being people person, and I think you've got a good thing going. So I'll make you a deal, pal. Heal my buddy, answer our questions, and then we'll see what we can do about your 'demand'."
"Ask your questions then, but first, allow me a moment to explain HOW I can heal the Son of Coul."

The Jotun turned Aesir took a breath, closed his eyes, and then began.

"The staff I was in possession of allowed me to control others, as you saw. I simply touched their chests, and they were mine. You saw the effects for yourself, Director."
Fury nodded, and the God continued.
"I stabbed this Coulson in the heart- he died MINE. All I have to do is command him to arise and be as he was- he'll be… what's the phrase? Good as new?"

"Seems too good to be true."
"I will swear an oath by my brother if I must, Fury. What I want means too much to me to risk."

Fury opened a comm line and called Thor to the room.
"We'll see how serious you are in a minute, God-boy."

Thor cursed under his breath as he walked to the room where they'd put his brother. As much as he wished that he could trust his brother, he'd been lied to too many times to not be wary.

He entered the room (which was simply a well guarded closet with a bunk bed tucked into the wall and a small desk that Loki had taken to) and saw an unsettling but familiar set of items.

"A Blood Oath Ceremony? Truly, Bro… Loki… you must be desperate to gain our trust."
"It is not for the trust I may or may not gain- that will come when it will. No, Thor, this is for another reason."

The elder Prince of Asgard raised an eyebrow at his brother. He thought back in the day- he knew not what had made his brother return to fight at his side, and it unsettled his stomach. It was never without reason that his Brother helped another.

"Bro… Loki, what game is this?"

The Jotun/Aesir mix looked his adoptive brother in the eye and said "Thor… Brother… I found him."
"Sorry to interrupt boys, but WHO did you find?" Fury asked.
"My nephew… the boy!" Thor said, a realization dawning on him. "Man of Fury, where did you send the boy who was with Lady Darcy?"

"He's with Barton and Romanoff. Lewis's with him- I just got a call saying they'd stopped for some lunch- kid was hungry, it seemed."
"Thor, prepare yourself. Fury- you are hereby exempt from my demand- I will take my son with me with no arguments."

"Well, I WILL argue. That kid is as much a security threat as you are until we know more about him, and you'll give me some answers."

Thor placed a hand on the director's shoulder, saying "I will vouch for the child, Director. He was…"
"He was stolenfrom me! My son was stolen from me by Tyr! And what happened? Father said that the bastard's punishment would be chosen by my son when he was returned to me! I've found my son, Thor, after all these years…"

The fallen God looked close to tears, and Thor placed a hand on his shoulder. He hesitated, then pulled his brother tightly into a hug.

Fury kept silent.


There it is, the first chapter of "Fenrir and his Expanding Family"! I don't think telling you that 'Fen' is 'Fenrir' will be much of a spoiler. This will have the following pairings- Loki/Darcy, Thor/Jane, Bruce; Hulk/Betty, Clint/Natasha, Captain America/ OC and Tony/ Pepper. I've already pretty well established the Clint/Natasha pairing, haven't I? I'd like to think so.

To be blunt, this fic is going to be crazy, and updates will be sparse, but they WILL happen. I'm not going to promise a consistant chapter length, but I'd LIKE to get five pages per chapter, just like this. Maybe less, hopefully more.

Toodle-oo!