AU- Marvel/Norse Myth combined. Eventual Loki/Tony and with that the rating will change to M and probably be published on another site to accommodate the sex that will occur. I'll let you know when that happens. Some warnings about the future of this work:

Implied rape, groping, cross-dressing, gender bending, pregnancy, torture, cursing, lemon, slash, and possibly a lot more- depends on how the story goes.

The characters may also seem OOC sometimes (or all the time), and oh well.

Also, this first chapter was a bunch of one shots about Loki's childhood and whatnot. They were individual chapters before, now they're all one and things have been changed. The page breaks indicate growing up and whatnot, it shouldn't be that hard to grasp, but if it is; if it's hard to get through, please let me know.

Odin walked briskly from the main hall to his chambers, waving away anyone who came to him. He pushed open one of the large double doors and the lovely Frigga greeted him from the bed with a smile. He smiled back at her, shut the door and slowly made his way to where she sat on the edge of the mattress. A large, golden haired babe sat upon her knee and she bounced him an inch or two in the air.

"Back already?" She asked with a large grin- the All Father had been away for far too long in her opinion.

Odin chuckled and took a quick breath, "My Queen..." he began.

"Oh no, what have you done?" Frigga rolled her eyes. Whenever her husband wanted a favour or was trying to get away from a harsh reprimand, he always tried to ease it with 'my queen'.

"Well..." the King grimaced and gently adjusted a lump he carried in his cape, "I have something for you- well, not only for you, but for Ásgard as well and-"

"What do I have to do?" She sighed, lifting the baby from her leg and setting him down on the bed.

Odin was silent and Frigga stood up, only to be told she would be better off taking the news sitting down.

"Just be out with it!" She finally said, throwing her hands up- exasperated.

The All Father gave on firm nod and unfurled the lump in his cape he had held so carefully. He revealed a newborn with skin as blue as the sky, wrapped in thick furs and set him in his wife's lap.

Frigga set her hands on the baby and stared at him. She traced the dark blue lines on his forehead with her thumb and for a moment thought her fingers were becoming numb from the intense cold the child radiated. The baby gurgled at the touch.

"You stole a baby from Jötunheim and brought him to me to raise? What were you thinking?"

Odin waved away her accusation, "Oh, I hardly stole him- he was left alone to die in the temple when I took the Casket, I merely brought him with me." They looked at each other for a moment and Frigga looked away first to gaze at the baby. "You said you wanted another child." Odin weakly offered.

Without looking up, the Queen answered him and he knew then that he had won- "But he is Jötun." She thought of all the humiliation the child would feel amongst her people.

"He may look so, but will not be so. For all intents and purposes, he will be Ás."

After a moment Frigga sighed softly and nodded her head, "Alright." She agreed, "But I will choose the name this time."

Odin gave a small smile and he watched his wife stroke the baby's cheek. "And what name will you bestow upon the great blue Ásgardian?"

"Oh..." she mused as she lay back on the bed and set the Jötun head to head with her first born. She watched the two boys wriggle against the silk sheets and when their hands brushed and they became still, just realizing each other's presence. They clasped hands above their heads and the larger, blonde baby shrieked and pulled his hands away which were already an intense red just from that second of contact. Frigga inspected the plump hands and decided he would be fine, just a bit of numbness and they would surely be sore for a few minutes. She pursed her lips and glanced up at Odin as she poked one of her fingers into the blue child's hand and experimented.

"I take it you forgot about this burning cold sensation?" Her finger came away completely numb and red after two seconds of touching the baby's palm.

Odin nodded absently, "I sure did. But I can't take him back, he'll just be dead."

"So you are saying we raise him and just don't let him touch anyone? That's awful! He will never feel like we love him, he'll never feel that he's part of our family." She rubbed her half frozen finger in her hand and sighed. as far as she could tell, she could touch his skin and just feel extremely cold, but couldn't touch his palms of the underside of his fingers because of the burns. She decided she could work around that and covered the Jötun baby's small fist with her hand and nodded to herself in resolution.

"Loki," she said quietly and looked up at her husband, who held his own small smile, "Loki Odinson."

Frigga rested on the window seat with her sons when Odin came into the room. She sat with her legs facing inside and her upper half twisted to look over Ásgard. Dressed in thick golden robes, she held Loki on her lap, the toddler himself in nothing but a wrap for his bottom. Thor sat beside his mother on the seat, swathed in white and silver furs, reaching out to catch a snowflake.

"A little chilly to be sitting by an open window during a snowfall." Odin stated, coming closer to his wife and children and ruffling Thor's soft golden hair.

"Thor will be fine," Frigga responded, "and seeing that Loki comes from a realm made of ice, I am sure he does not mind." She tickled Loki's nose with her fingernail and he gazed up at her with his bright red eyes for a moment. Frigga tilted her head and smiled at her blue boy.

Loki went back to watching the snow fall and the King and Queen continued to talk. Frigga wondered if Loki could catch a cold, and of course he could, but would it be caused by the Ásgardian weather? She was not afraid to say she was flying by the seat of her pants when it came to the care of her Jötun child, but so far she could say she had done well.

She watched him and knew what was coming when Loki's eyelids went slack and he wrinkled his nose. She began to reach behind her and when the boy suddenly inhaled, she quickly brought her hand back with a metal plate just as he sneezed. A spike of ice shot out of his mouth and struck the plate with a piercing 'TING!'

Frigga smiled calmly and put the dish behind her again and Odin stared with wide eyes. Still smiling, she looked up at her husband and noticed his bewildered look,

"Oh, we have done this before." She looked back at Loki, "Have we not?" she asked playfully as she pushed him to lay down on her legs and blew a raspberry on his blue skinned belly. Loki laughed outright at his mother's antics and Frigga murmured in agreement. She brought her fingers to her lips and warmed them against the freezing cold they received from kissing the boy's belly. She rather enjoyed the feeling when she put her lips to her Jötun child, she likened it to kissing soft, freezing marble.

as his wife played with the sons, Odin reached around her for the plate she used to shield Thor, who was in the line of fire, from the icy sneeze. He brought it close and saw the deep dent made from the force of the gesture. He shook his head in disbelief and quietly chuckled.

"He will be talented in seið- a great force to be reckoned with," Frigga stated in a low voice, not looking up from the children, "I see it."

"No... No!"

Frigga awoke with a start and listened to the screaming from the next room. She flung the silk sheets off of her and, wrapping a robe around her, she hustled next door.

Standing in the doorway. she watched one of the younger nannies struggle to get Loki dressed. The young woman noticed the mother and instantly stood and bowed her head,

"I am sorry if we woke you, my Queen, but I am having hard times getting Loki ready."

as she apologized to the Queen, Loki laid on his back and kicked off the pants the woman had tried to put him in. The Queen smiled at the nanny and told her it was alright as she strode into the room and elegantly sat herself on the floor next to the boy. She took the pants in hand and looked at her son,

"Loki, what is all this? Why do you make such a fuss this morn?" She brought the leggings to him and stuck his feet in before he fussed again.

"No! I don' wanna wear those." He wriggled out of them and stood, huffing lightly.

Frigga tilted her head towards him and said flatly, "Why not?"

"Too tight." He replied.

"Too tight? You did not complain of this yesterday."

He ignored her comment and continued to explain, "They're too tight here." The boy splayed his hands and motioned in circles around his privates.

The eyebrows of all the nannies in the room shot to the ceiling and Frigga barked a laugh, which made everyone jump.

"Fine," she said and held her arms out for Loki to cuddle in and shivered, "But you must wear something..." She pursed her lips in thought and spoke again, "I suppose you can run around in your wrap for today, and I will have something new for you by the morrow, alright?"

Loki grinned up at her and the Queen ran her fingers through his hair, smiling all the while.

"Well," she sighed, getting up from the floor and brushing down her robes, trying to shake away the cold she felt from her son, "just leave him as is and then start with the lessons." She turned to leave and heard the murmurs of 'yes, my queen' behind her. Frigga went back to her bedroom and dressed herself, then set out to find her husband.

She found him out on the sparing grounds, facing the tiny Thor, who held a wooden sword out, ready to attack his father. After a moment of glaring on Thor's part, the child lunged forward with the sword raised high above his head, meaning to strike his opponent hard. Odin casually side-stepped the attack and raised his hand to the back of Thor's neck,

"See, there, I have already defeated you. If I had a sword, your head would be rolling on the floor now. You are too brash- think before you move."

Frigga stepped out from under the eaves of the castle and her gorgeous gold and white gown glowed in the sunlight. Thor dropped his wooden weapon and ran to her, forcing a harsh hug around her legs. The mother smiled and pat his head before looking up at Odin, who came to her with a light smile of his own. Thor went back to his sword and practiced his moves when Frigga spoke.

"Loki requires new clothing." She said.

Odin's eyes shifted back and forth in confusion. "Alright?"

Frigga reached out and straightened her husbands cape, "Our clothes are not to his tastes, he finds them... constricting. I would seek more comfortable wear for him and have it by tomorrow morning."

Odin raised his hands in exasperation and rolled his eye, "What does he want, a dress?"

The Queen stood firmly in place as she made her request, "Well, yes- I would have him in Jötun clothing."

The All Father gaped at her in surprise and when he tried to protest, Frigga cut him off, "You said, when you brought him to me, that he would look Jötun but be as; his clothing pertain to his looks, and they will make him feel more comfortable and this is now a demand, not a request."

Odin rubbed his one good eye with a knuckle and sighed, wondering how he could possibly get clothes from Jötunheim. How would he explain to Laufey that he came to the blue King's realm so he could retrieve clothes for the Jötun boy he stole the last time he was there? That Ásgard clothes hurt his crotch and wanted to wear a skirt instead?

Frigga broke his train of thought with a little insight, "You know what clothing from Jötunheim looks like, I suggest you go to the royal seamstress and have her draw up some designs."

Odin tried to speak again but Frigga raised her hand to silence him. "Have her plans brought to me, I will approve them and she can begin work. He must have at least one set of clothing ready for tomorrow." She smiled, kissed her husband and walked back into the shade of the castle while Odin stood, defeated.

He sighed in exasperation and told Thor to get to his lessons inside and he himself made his way to the seamstress as he was told to. He grumbled to himself the entire way, thinking of how much he loved his wife, and how whipped he was.

"Mother,"

"Hm?" Frigga looked up from the book she read and turned to her Jötun son, who sat on the floor reading his own books.

"Am I evil?" he asked her.

Not phased by his question, she merely stared at him for a moment. She knew this day would come, but wished she could postpone it. "No, you are not evil. Why do you ask this?"

"Sometimes..." the boy looked pensive, "Sometimes the servants talk when they think I cannot hear."

Frigga furrowed her brow; damn those ladies, putting ideas in her son's head that he wasn't a good person. "What do they say, my love?"

Loki rose from the floor and stood next to her seat, looking right into her hazel eyes with his red ones. "They said my eyes were evil and full of the blood of the others Jötun's have killed." His eyes began to well with tears, "I do not understand." He whimpered weakly.

Frigga put her book aside and hoisted him into her lap, "Loki, you are not evil, you are not a monster. Sometimes people speak because they do not understand, nor care to. They judge all by the actions of the few."

Loki cuddled against his mother's chest and huffed.

"It is up to you to prove them wrong," she continued, "Show them not all Jötnar are what they have been made up as- be yourself and they will see. Do not listen to their ignorant tongues any longer." She kissed the top of his head and her skin broke out in goosebumps from the chill.

Loki had gotten off of her lap and gone back to his books while she mused. Watching him, she felt terrible pains in her mind and knew that they were glimpses of the pain Loki would feel in the future- betrayal, rage, confusion, and heartache. Suddenly she doubted herself- was she really raising Loki to be strong in mind and good in soul? Would he be able to overcome the obstacles that he would surely come across? Picking up her book, she feigned reading and continued to think. She knew his life would have been made easier if they had put a spell over him to make him took like they did. No one would have questioned him; he would be just like his brother, Thor. But she had put her foot down when Odin suggested the spell. Frigga wanted the Jötun to surpass the racial stereotypes that would be put against him. She wanted him to be different and feel pride when others in Ásgard looked up to him. Loki was already showing prowess in his seith capabilities and Frigga's prediction of his talent was still strong because of it. She smiled when she thought of the people of Ásgard standing in awe at his power. And feeling another premonition coming on, she closed her eyes and let the vision wash over her.

Frigga stood in the throne room and looked over all the Áesir who filled the vast space. To her left she saw Loki, tall and muscled, swathed in robes more elegant and regal than Frigga herself ever wore, sitting in the throne comfortably. She knew suddenly that, somehow, he was King of Ásgard by the look on his face. He spoke, but she could not hear his voice. The crowd stood still and confused and the King rose out of his throne and silently raised his hands up and forcefully brought them down on the air and spread them out. A light flash of green extended a foot from him as he had waved his hands and his unseen force of seið thrust the entire crowd of Áesir to their knees. Frigga looked up to the adult Jötun in slight panic to see him look over his subjects with a sneer that exposed his sharp teeth.

The Queen jolted out of her trance and practically snapped her neck to look over at Loki- who still sat reading on the floor. Her heart was racing after what she had seen in her vision, and as she looked over her presently innocent child, she knew he would need far more attention and careful care than initially expected. Even though she had not seen the events leading to his ascension to the throne, she knew, like in a dream, that Odin had been killed and Thor was in chains and she had been forced to watch him control the people of Ásgard like dolls. She would not let the future turn out that way- would not let Loki become so... evil.

Thor and Loki stood stock still on the sparing grounds; the golden haired boy with a large wooden sword clenched in both fists, and the raven haired in a fighting stance- legs and arms spread wide. Thor lunged, going to swing the sword at his younger brother's neck when Loki swiftly shot a spire of ice from his fingers at the weapon and shattered it.

"Loki!" Thor whined, "No tricks, I can't even compete!"

Loki giggled at his pouting brother and threw his hands up in mock surrender, "Then you will not be able to defend yourself when faced with adversity, but I will do as you wish." Loki was maturing fast and with his brother always demanding to spar, he was also becoming quite the formidable opponent.

Thor couldn't get enough of his Jötun brother, even after twelve years of growing up, fighting, Loki's tricks, Loki not wanting to share, etc. There were, of course, times when he found his younger brother annoying, like when he was the punch line of a joke, but he also loved him when he was included on a prank. He also had no interest in books the way Loki did, but enjoyed it when Loki read aloud to him.

Thor bowed to his brother and went to collect a new weapon, "Thank you, brother."

Loki readied himself again, plucking daggers he kept strapped to his thighs out of their sheaths. Thor returned with a real sword this time and Loki smirked at him. They positioned themselves again and moved to strike each other when they were interrupted.

"Thor!"

The brothers stopped their spar and watched three boys near their age file out of the palace and come into the sunlight. They all smiled brightly just as Thor did and addressed him again.

"Thor, Hogun's father will take us on a hunt today, we want you to come with us!" A platinum haired boy said excitedly.

"A hunt?" Thor's heart sped up- it would be his first hunt, and how he had dreamt of it!

A rotund, red-headed boy stepped forward, "We'll get to taste our first hunt's meat as well!"

Thor laughed, "Volstagg- always thinking of food."

Volstagg grinned at the statement.

Finally the last boy with black hair and thin eyes stepped up,

"Will you come? My father would be most honored to have the All Father's son hunt with his own."

Thor was too excited to care about the honour Hogun's father would have- he was, after all, only a boy looking for adventure. "We would be delighted to hunt with you, friends. Would we not, brother?"

Loki had stood silently in his place during the exchange and when his older brother had unwittingly included him in their activities, he perked up in spirit, but made sure not to show it. He enjoyed his time with Thor and found his friends to be polite, but idiotic. He noticed that, in their presence, Thor became just as stupid- changing his opinions that Loki knew well, just to fit his friends'.

At the implied invitation Thor gave him, Loki saw the expressions of the three boys drop. Thor, thinking everyone loved his brother as much as he did, never saw the change.

"No, Thor." Loki declined and Thor turned to face him, confused. "This is your chance to hunt with your friends. My time will come- go with them." He lied and when he saw the relieved expressions on their faces, he was suddenly furious.

Thor nodded at his brother, appreciating him and his thoughtfulness before running away with his friends in tow.

When he had raced out of sight, Loki sighed and twirled his daggers in his fingers. After a moment, he angrily shoved them back into their sheaths and stalked away into the castle. No matter how much Frigga and Odin and Thor said they loved him and that, even though he was not blood, they would always love him as family- he knew no one else would accept him, just like Thor's friends didn't. It was true that most times he would rather be alone or left just with Thor, but sometimes he had a fleeting wish for friends. He had tagged along with Thor and his enough to know they were not his sort, but surely there was someone who could be his friend too.

Ok, childhood is out of the way. The next chapter will start the story with Loki being his young adult self and it should be pretty straightforward from there.

Also, a word about the etymology of the races: I believe I heard somewhere that "Asgardian" wasn't correct, but sometimes I like to use it for the hell of it. I'll be using more Norse terms as the story progresses and I'll list them here at the bottom when I stick 'em in.

Quite a few of these words haven't shown up in the story yet: I'm making it a learning experience. Here, have some knowledge lol

Seið- Ásgard's magic (I decided that Asgard would have a specific name for their magic, and that other realms have their own names for magic too)

Ánses- the name for people of Ásgard (like ours is "Human")

Ás/Áesir- sing./pl. male Ánses

Ásynja/Ásynjir- sing./pl. female Ánses

Frost Giant- the name for people of Jötunheim

Jötun/Jötnar- sing./pl. male Frost Giant

Jötunja/Jötunrir- sing./pl. female Frost Giant

There ya go. These are just about 100% correct, though I have taken some liberties with spelling and complexities. It's my creative license as a writer (i.e. "I do what I want"). I have more words (I did tons and tons of studying) but they'll pop up as we go.