Okay, this is my first fanfic ever.. so it might not be that good.. though I do roleplay.. so I might have a little advantage. Loki and this woman, Sarah, have a child together, his name is Draco and he was raised on Midgard with his mother… he knew about Loki because he watched the New York attack as it happened, he lived there.. he asked his mother about it and she kinda confessed to him.. so now that that's out of the way.. let's get on with the story! Hope you like it! 3 The cold, steel gray color of the interrogation room showed on the thirteen-year-old's red Captain America shirt as he sat in the low metal chair facing a long silver table. His long black hair fell into his face as he inclined his head to glance around the room once more, still searching for the hidden cameras that watched blue and green speckled eyes studied the hexagonal shapes of the wall in front of him, he found it quite odd, and a little disturbing the fact that he had just simply woken up in this room, a lump on his head that throbbed rather sighed lightly and looked down to his lap where his hands lay clasped together. .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,., Loki watched the bloodied wall of his cell, his own crimson liquid stained the perfectly white emerald green hues stared into oblivion as he sat in the far corner of he small, cramped once beautiful form now corrupted by the aftermath of the Avengers, and the heavy weight of his Mother's death, even failing to fake his own messy black locks hanging in his face, resting along his shoulders, reaching just below his shoulder disheveled shirt hung loosely against his chest, showing a part of his unwashed and blood speckled lowered his gaze into his lap where his hands held a small little hammer, forged out of sterling silver-like metal. His chest swelled with sadness as he ran his thumb over the surface of the tiny hammer, vague memories of his past flashed behind his eyes. As he sifted through old memories, the sound of someone clearing their throat echoed through the dungeon. Loki looked towards the source of that sound and found Thor, dressed in a light grey tunic and black bottoms. He had a nonchalant expression on his handsome features as he watched his brother. They stayed there for a moment, watching each other, but Loki broke that silence by letting a few chortles escape his lips. "Why have you come, Brother?.." He began slowly, nodding towards the bigger male. "To mock me in my weakened state?... to tease me?"he said in a drawling voice, his gaze flitting back to the hammer. "Loki, you know me well enough that I would do no such thing to you…"Thor said quietly, the small smile he had going dropping."I need your help once more.. " He said in a lightened tone, stepping closer to the magical shield of the cell."Why do you ask me of this, Thor?.. "Loki said through clenched teeth, it was clearly getting on his nerves.. if Thor wanted for him to help, then why did he but him in the cell in the first place?... "Because we found someone you might know… "