So, I have ideas for this story, I promise. I do use Icelandic sometimes (As the Asgardian's native language.) I do not speak it, I cheated and used google translate. You may or may not have to translate some of this stuff for yourselves. And I think that's all I need to say.
So, read, enjoy? And leave reviews? :)
"What was that?" Tony asked Jarvis. He had been on his way back to Stark Tower, before he heard an explosion- of sorts.
"I believe it came from the corner of 11th and 57th street, sir." Jarvis replied.
"Right- I'll swing by there and see what's going on." And sure enough- by time he got there a neighboring building was on fire. The police and firemen seemed to have it pretty much under control, but who started- whatever caused this-? Tony was about to head on home, leaving the other's to their work when he caught a glimpse of something rather familiar running from the scene.
Black hair, green clothes and running away from something he probably caused... "It couldn't be." Tony mumbled to himself.
"Sir?" Jarvis asked, not sure what he was going on about.
"I think I found our culprit." Tony replied before darting down the street after the raven-haired boy. "Hey!" He shouted, moving infront of the boy; causing him to slide to a stop. The boy was definitely not from around here. From the looks of it, he was infact Asgardian- judging by his 'princely' clothing. "Loki." Tony's eyes narrowed. And before the boy could say or do anything, Tony had a hold of him and headed back toward Stark Tower.
Loki pressed his hands against the glass of his cell. Just one of the temporary ones that Tony had put in, after the fiasco in New York, that was Loki's first appearance. "Leyfðu mér frítt" Loki demanded, in his native language; watching Tony type away as a computer.
"Don't know what ya said." Tony replied, never even looking up. "What is your deal, Loki? Why you disquised as a kid- even after you've been caught?" Tony moved from his computer to stand infront of Loki.
Loki looked as though he had no clue what Tony just said.
"Leyfðu mér frítt" He repeated. He paused a moment, trying to find the right word. "Please." The accent in his voice was heavy, as though he hardly ever spoke English.
Tony was about to reply, but he was interupted by the booming sound of Thor's voice heading down the hall.
"Man of Iron? What is it? Why have you call-" Thor stopped short, seeing his younger brother in one of Starks cells. Except this younger brother was far younger than Thor. Thor looked from Loki to Tony then Loki again. "Loki?"