So, this is my first attempt to write a story on this site. This chapter is kind of the summary of the story so I hope the readers like it. I will try to write all the characters as they should and not to change too much of their personalities. All the characters belong to Marvel and Disney. Please review if you like this story.

He still remembered that so early morning as if it had been just yesterday. He remembered it as he rocked the small daughter of Jane in his arms, who had already turned one year old. Her hair had already grown, brown like her mother's but she had the curls from her father. Her eyes were very peculiar, all blue and in the middle brown. He had promised Jane he would take care of the girl at all cost. And that was a promise he wouldn't break.

~flashback~

He knocked softly on the wooden door of Jane's home. He had been called by Heimdall saying that she needed something from him. Jane wasn't one to call him often, specially since hers and Thor's relationship started to turn into ashes. The door creaked open and Jane peered so shyly to make sure it was who she expected. With a motion of her hand, Loki came in silently and sat on a brown couch next to a small desk on the living room.

He took some moments to inspect Jane's face. Dark bags under her eyes showed her lack of sleep and she seemed nervous with every move she took. Something was wrong.

"You certainly didn't call to me because you wanted a friendly visit." He told her.

"Since when have I considered your visits friendly?" She answered sarcastically and for a moment Loki saw the Jane he used to know. The one who was fearless to the new world that transpired around her, but that look faded as fast as it had come.

"There's something I have to ask from you. I will not blame you if you don't accept, I mean... Is difficult to explain it's just-"

"Get to the point, Jane." He interrupted her trying not to sound cold. She looked at him and then disappeared walking through one of the house's hallways. For a moment he thought it was the best to follow her, but he declined to do so. Some seconds later did she return with a small bundle in her arms. He made no questions, for he knew what it meant.

He noticed a small tear fall, leaving a trail over Jane's cheek as she showed him the creature. "Is a girl... I think you know who her father is..." She said, with her voice not much higher than a whisper;"He doesn't know and... She's not safe here, Loki."

"Who looks for her?" He asked immediately.

"I don't know, Thor had many allies, but he also got himself a lot of enemies." She answered silently. He got up slowly and took carefully the child from her arms. She didn't weight more than a feather to him. She slept peacefully as he observed her face.

"Who else knows, Jane?"

"Romanoff, Barton, and Stark."

"What about Rogers, Maximoff and Banner?"

"They have suspicions, I guess. I'm sure Stark will tell them in time."

He nodded slowly, thinking of all the possibilities. She wanted him to raise her in Asgard, Loki knew it. But there were going to be some obstacles, including the girl's father.

"Jane, this is not easy task. But if I decide to do it, where will you go?"

"Stark offered me stay at the tower with them. They say is safe, but all I care about is her safety more than mine." He noticed just how much she really needed his help. How much he cared, even after all the things that had happened and his decision had already been taken.

He placed a comforting hand in her shoulder and with a sad smile he accepted. She had seemed so relieved and happy at the moment. "Her name is Althea, please just let her be happy and safe at all cost."

"I will, Jane."

"Thank you, thank you so much." She said between tears.

Just when he had started to leave after Jane had said goodbye to both of them in tears did she call him. "Loki! Please don't let her know about her father until she is ready. And... Don't tell her you are her uncle."

He shook his head and with a smile replied, "I'm not her uncle, so there should not be a problem."

And since that day he had taken care of her, raising her like Jane would have. Giving her the childhood he would have liked to have.