The Jotünn child
"Come child, make haste!"
The child's older brother's harsh words permeated the freezing and stale air and made dread fill up the child's stomach. Said child, was a small Frost-giant child, he was minuscule compared to the others of his race. His crimson eyes were stretched wide in fear, and his blue marked skin matched the snow and ice filled barren landscape. Small horns peeked out of a mass of dark straight hair on his head and what wasn't falling in front of his eyes was pulled to the side in a long knotted braid.
"Did you not hear me, Helblindi? Move!"
The older brother sneered, grasping the child's braid with one huge hand and yanking him across a patch of ice to stand near the older brother himself. His older brother was shaking as they looked at the swirling design of Asgardian runes on the frozen ground. The child, Helblindi looked confused at his older brother's reaction.
"Býleistr? Why are you angry?"
His older brother, Býleistr glared at him, anger bright in his blood colored eyes.
"Asgardians are evil, Helblindi. They took our brother from us, many years ago. Loki was a runt, much like you. He was my younger brother and I was delighted when they took him away. It meant that the disgrace of having a puny runt in the royal family was gone. But then you were born, a little runt even smaller than Loki. You're a disgrace to Father."
Býleistr growled and Helblindi kneeled slightly, whimpering. Býleistr was a fully grown Frost-giant, standing past ten feet tall and smiling evilly at his little brother.
Suddenly a huge blue hand whipped forwards and slapped Helblindi across the face, hard. The child stumbled forwards and toppled into the middle off the Asguardian runes circle. Helblindi lay there for a moment before sitting up quickly and blinking at Býleistr in surprise. His older brother had something in his hands, it looking like a large stick. Then Helblindi screamed as he felt an explosion of pain across his back, then across his front and his sides.
Helblindi began to cry into the snow under his face then he blinked blearily up to see that Býleistr was beating him with the stick.
"You're a disgrace to our father! You're not a prince of Jotunheim! You're just a weakling!"
Býleistr yelled and after a while Helblindi didn't feel anything after a while, he just let himself be beaten. Hoping that soon, his older brother would lose interest and would then leave him alone and that's just what Býleistr did. After beating him he just kicked him one last time and then left.
Helblindi lay there, bleeding into the ice covered ground of his birth, he knew then. He'd known for the moment that Býleistr had begun to beat him. He couldn't go home. Home to the scornful looks of Býleistr; to the disappointed looks of his father, Laufey; to the pitying looks of his mother, Farbauti. No, he would have to be alone now.
Then he had an idea, no one would accept him here, but maybe if he could find his older brother Loki, he would accept him. They could be a family! One that didn't pity him, that wasn't disappointed in him, that didn't scorn and hate him! A real family!
Helblindi snaked out a tiny blue hand and pressed it against the corner of the Asguardian runes. He poured his liquid blue magic into the runes and whispered a spell. In his mind he pictured his brother's name.
'Bring me to the realm where my lost elder brother is!'
He thought in his mind and then remembered wind and ice whipping his braid, he felt weightless and a tug behind his navel before his vision went black entirely.
-TimeSkip-
Memories flew past Helblindi in a frenzy, he felt unbearably warm and struggled against confines he couldn't escape. He remembered Laufey resting a gigantic hand on his forehead as a child when he would come to him crying after being bullied by Býleistr without mercy. Those were the few times when Laufey loved him.
Then pain exploded behind his eyes and he tried to cry out but he could open his mouth, it seemed clamped shut tight, he tried to raise his hands and tear at it but he couldn't move his arms. It seemed like all the weight in the world was piled upon his arms. Tears slid down his cheeks, tears of pure frustration.
Then he felt something strange, something was being plunged into his arm. He twitched at the discomfort and whimpered loudly, eyes opening, then he screamed.
There were several people around him, people dressed in odd white clothes and one of them was sticking a tube-like thing into his arm. There were leather straps on his ankles and wrists, holding him to a shiny looking table.
He began to fight against the restraints, kicking hard and flailing his arms. He may have been a tiny Jotünn, but he still had the strength of one. The restraints snapped on his wrists and he threw himself forwards, grabbing the tube from his arms and throwing it across the room, taking the person with it.
A loud sound erupted from above him and he made quick work of the restraints on his ankles, ripping through them like paper. He toppled off of the strange table, bringing down a beeping loud machine with him. He quickly climbed to his feet and shoved past the oddly dressed men who tried to grab him. He pushed he way out of the room and ran as fast he could down the long stretches of halls.
These halls were odd, they weren't like the halls of Father's palace, these halls were clear and filled with light. It was also unbearably warm. Where was his brother? That's why he was here! The horribly shrill noise above kept blaring loudly and he hook his head side to side, his ears were ringing badly. It hurt.
Suddenly he slammed into the legs of a young man who had been walking down the hall. The young man had short, evenly cut blond hair and kind looking blue eyes. Not like the blue of his skin but the blue of earth waters. He was muscled, not like the muscles of his brother, Býleistr, but gentle muscles.
"Oh! Are you alright, kid? Woah."
The young man looked at him in surprise and his eyes widened as he saw Helblindi's blue skin. The child screamed in fear and hid behind the young man's legs as several men in black suits walked into the hall. Fury's voice came from the ceiling and both the young man and Helblindi looked up in surprise.
"Avengers assemble in the meeting room. Captain, bring the child."
Fury growled before the sounds ended and Steve picked up Helblindi. They pushed past the agents to go back down to the meeting room downstairs. Since they were located in Stark tower at the moment.
When Steve got there, he entered to find the room full of all the Avengers and Fury standing at the head of the room. He looked at both Steve and Helblindi nodded for both of them to take a seat. Which Steve gladly did but Helblindi was set in a seat to his right. Tony was the one who asked Fury first.
"What's with the blue kid?"
"He's a Jotünn."
Thor answered almost instantly, glaring at Helblindi from his seat. Helblindi glared right back, he could tell from the air of thunder and anger around this man. He was the Aesir prince.
"Where are you keeping him?!"
Helblindi yelled as he stood on top of his chair, glaring at all of them, his crimson eyes as cold as his skin.
"Who?"
Asked Tony from his chair, where he was leaning back with his feet on the tabletop, arms behind his head, Looking disinterested.
"My older brother, Loki! The man I came for!"