Loki looked to the skies, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar stars. Where was home? Asgard... What star would be the closest one? Where was Odin, Thor, Sif, Heimdall and Freya. Where was home?
"Hello Stranger."
He looked up, a man with an eyepatch and a slim frame stood behind him. A smile flickered around the corners of Loki's mouth.
"Nick." He said, nodding slightly in Nick's direction.
"Well now, that's not a nice hello. What's wrong?" Nick Fury said, tracing his fingers across his eyepatch. "You need to relax more, little God."
"How can I relax when Thor is up there playing God." Loki spat. He hunched forwards and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "He's in my throne. My throne. It's rightfully mine. I was always going to be a king... Until Odin took me. I am Laufry's son and no one - no one - knows what I am. It sickens me."
"Oh shut up." Nick said, he sat next to Loki on the roof. "You should learn that even though you're a prince, no one will treat you like you are. I'm the boss of these so called super heros, but none of them respect me. Look at Stark, he thinks I'm going to mother him. Well, when he dies, I'll not go to his funeral."
Loki snorted, "I can make that happen for you, if you want."
"No, no... I shouldn't have said that. But Stark drives me mad! He stole my phone and changed all the contacts on it, you know?"
"Really?" Loki laughed. "That's Stark for you."
"You know what you are now?"
"Huh?" Loki said, slipping off into thought.
"You're named 'The Mare'."
"What? That's unfair. Thor shouldn't have told them all that story about me. Stefnir is a good son."
Nick chuckled, scratching his chin. "Well, you're a protective mother."
"Shut up Nick..."
