A/N: So this is my first fan-fic of like ever...and while it is slow going I have had this and a few more chapters stuck in my head for weeks now. Be kind to me! *Hides behind Peitro*

Thor re-read the neatly hand written pages before him for what seemed like the thousandth time, pain and shock filling his heart more and more with every shakey breath. It had been some time since he had returned from Midgar, or earth as the mortals had named it, and his battle against Ultron with his fellow Avengers to seek answers; But all he found were more questions. In hopes to find a new angle to things he entered into his brother's chamber which sat unused since he had gone missing after saving his beloved Jane. Dust had coated all of the room after so much time had passed, none had entered as a rumor (Thor himself may have caused to keep people away from anything pertaining him) that Loki's spirit was vengeful and still wandered the halls in search of his mother's murderer. It was in such condition that he had found the books the trickster would pour over in search of some spell or another and found his journal, where in sat the words he once more began to read.

Loki hadn't attacked Midgar for no reason, or only to take the throne for taking a throne. He had a very good reason; Thor might even state an honorable one.

His child had been hidden there.

Of course the blonde Asgardian had heard rumor and tell tale of Fenrir, or the wolf child, that had been born to Loki. Every family gathering his uncle told tale of 'the beast which took his arm', but he was always told it was just that A tale. But here was actual proof that the child existed and because of some seer who was later punished for false visions told to the All-Father under pretense of bribes and favors...they were forever locked away in the dark center of Midgar.

Thor once more looked over some of the words written by Loki, reading them softly to himself as if hearing them spoken would force the jumbled mess to come together and make more sense.

"The laws are clear, whom ever takes a world as their own inherits all those who reside and can do with them as they please with no outside interferience even from Odin himself. If I can take Midgar for myself than I can bring to light my Fenrir, so wrongly imprisoned. It is too late for my other children, as they have lost their minds to submission and have fully turned into the beasts of burden father has forced them to be. Fenrir was different though, as the form of man came as easlily to them as form of beast. Perhaps there is still hope...Perhaps Thor would help me if I told him my plan."

He put the journal down once more and picked up instead the sketched picture he had found of his brother, no more than an asgardian 17, holding a sleeping babe wrapped in furs. What shook him most was not that however, no, what shook him to the very core of wanting to go against even his own father's wishes was the look on his brother's face. Loki looked...happy...at peace...as if he had found his place in all the realms.

Placing the paper on the journal Thor made his choice, he would leave this evening for Midgar and call his friends together to explain and hope that in their hearts they could find the will and courage to help him on this quest. But first he would visit Barton, for if any knew of the lengths a man of honor would go to save his children it would be him. And before he told the rest of the team, all of which had a special place of loathing for anything concerning Loki, he would need as many people on his side of understanding as possible.

Watching from the corner a pair of silvery green eyes watched in horror and hope as Thor ruffled through the papers gathering up all the information gathered on Fenrir's location...wishing the hopes would win out in the end.