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Summary: It's all in the title. Feat. Loki's sons and Thor. AU.

Loki's sons were very protective of their mother/father. The four of them had been banished to Migard, with Loki's sons in young adult human bodies. The three loved their father very much, so much that they worried about him, constantly. They didn't want him taken away, like they had been from him.

"Father, hold still. You're going to make it worse." The used-to-be-eight-legged-horse and eldest of Loki's sons, Sleipnir, pleaded. Loki rolled his forest green eyes. "Sleipnir, it is hardly a scratch."

"Father, if it is just a scratch then why did you bleed so?" The used-to-be-snake and youngest of Loki's sons, Jörmungandr, hissed. "That's what happens when you get cut with a knife." Loki smirked at his sons. The used-to-be-wolf and middle son, Fenrir, eyed his father. Sleipnir stood up from his crouching position next to Loki. "It is late, Father, you must rest."

"I'll rest later. I have...things to do." Loki stood.

Fenrir and Jörmungandr sprang up from the chairs they sat in at the table. "Father, it is too late for you to be wandering!"

"Fenrir is right. You should stay."

"Why should I?" Loki's sons looked at each other. "Because we'll miss you?" said the three. Loki shook his head, with a smile.

The next day, Loki's sons had awoken before their father, which was very uncommon. When Loki did come out of his room, the three were already having breakfast. As he past each of his sons, he gave them a light kiss on the forehead. Then went to get dressed. When he came back out of his room, he was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a dark green T-shirt. His hair was pulled back into a short pony tail. To say the least, he looked very handsome.

It was around eight when Loki told his sons he had a date. With a man. That they had never met. Not even a minute later, the door bell rang. Jörmungandr and Sleipnir had distracted their father, while Fenrir answered the door. Fenrir instantly disliked the man on the other side. He had dark brown hair, sharp features and a toned body but that's not what he disliked. He disliked the tattoos on his body and his smell. He smelled awful, but of course he still had his wolf sence of smell. "Hello, does Loki live here?" Yep. Fenrir disliked him, to say the least.

Fenrir grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. "Listen, buddy, if my dad isn't home before 9:00, I will personally hunt you down and-"

"Fenrir. If you don't let of James' shirt right now, you'll be in serious trouble." Loki said with a merry tone in his voice.

Fenrir let the man-James- go and walkover to his brothers standing behind Loki with identical unhappy looks.

"I applogize for my son's behavior. He feels threatened easily. Shall we go?" James nodded, dumbfounded. They left hand in hand.

It was quiet then, "So, are we going to follow them?"

"Absolutely."

The three had followed their father and his date into a bar. The date had started innocent enough, but slowly started picking up speed. At first there were sweet kisses then, after three or so drinks, James was drunk. "You know, you're the most beautiful thing I have...ever seen." James slurred. "I think you and I...should go back to...my place and have some fun." James' hand rested on Loki's shoulder at the beginning of the sentence then somehow ended up right above Loki's tightly clothed bum.

Loki didn't seem to mind.

If Sleipnir, Jörmungandr, and Fenrir had been in their real forms, each would be stomping, hissing, or growling, respectively.

Jörmungandr let out something between a growl and a hiss. "That's it! I'm calling in the secret weapon!" He started dialing numbers in his cell phone. About three minutes later, the doors to the bar broke open and there was a yell.

"UNHAND MY BABY BROTHOR, YOU BILGESNIPE, YOU ARE NOT WORTHY!"