A/N: Ok, so you guys are awesome. Here's the next chapter, from Jack's POV. I'm thinking about doing another one with how Jack met our alien brothers. Namely because I enjoy the dynamics between Jack and Loki. :D Anyways, review! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or Rise of the Guardians.
Jack was flying over New York when he noticed the magical signature radiating outwards. He grinned and immediately dropped towards it. Loki had made it perfectly clear to the other spirits that New York was his and that they better not mess with it. Of course, Jack had never taken orders well. He dove towards the ongoing fight, still grinning as the snow began falling and frosting the ground under their feet, just for fun. Then he perched in a nearby tree and watched the fun. When Loki noticed, his face turned an interesting shade of red.
"Frost! I told you to stay away from here!" He yelled. Jack grinned and jumped down from the tree to lean on his staff.
"Aw, but I missed you." He said with a mock pout. Thor interrupted now.
"Jack! How have you been?" He bellowed, embracing him and pounding his back heartily. Jack coughed.
"Great, big guy. Just figured I'd pop down and see how your brother was doing, maybe make the atmosphere a little chillier for him." He said. Loki's eyes narrowed.
"Why, you impertinent littleā¦" He lunged forwards, but Jack already had a snowball waiting for him. He noted absentmindedly that his "fun magic" had no effect on the trickster god. Then a man in an iron suit drew his attention.
"Um, who threw a snowball?" He asked, confusion evident. Jack rolled his eyes. He really hated adults. Children were much better, more eager to have fun and not nitpick.
"Can't you see him?" Thor asked.
"Nope, he doesn't believe." Jack informed Thor over the robo-man's question of who he was supposed to be seeing.
"Jack Frost, you idiot." Loki said. Jack had to laugh as he noticed that Loki was still wiping snow from his face.
"You know, you really do resemble a cat right now." He laughed out. The tin can's next words stopped his laughter though.
"There's no such thing as Jack Frost. He's a kid's story." He said. Jack forced his smile to stay. It was just one more denial, one more person not believing. It would be alright, he had some that believed in him now. Loki laughed now, a hard, bitter laugh that was so different from the first time Jack had met him.
"You see Frost, they don't believe. They never will." He said, green eyes focused solely on him. Jack was eerily reminded of Pitch, but just threw another snowball. Loki was going through a hard time right now, but he'd known the Asgardian a long time ago, when he was still a fun guy to be around. Jack easily dodged the blast of magic sent his way.
"Still the same old tricks, huh? You really need a new one. That staff was pretty neat. Where'd it go?" He said, floating a few feet from Thor, ready to dodge again. Then the robo-man's voice intruded into his consciousness.
"Fine. I believe in Jack Frost." He sounded bored, but he still said it. Jack turned to look at him, eyes wide. From the shell-shocked look on the man's face, he could see him, as could the others.
"Holy-do you guys see him? Or have I gone mental?" The man asked, rubbing his eyes. Jack grinned. He loved this part.
"I see him. Still working on believing it though." The redheaded woman said.
"You mortals are so small-minded. You will believe that there are whole other worlds out there, but you won't even believe in the spirits in your own." Loki said derisively, then he gone in a puff of green smoke. Dramatic, as usual. Jack rolled his eyes and leapt to crouch on top of his staff. He raised a hand at the still shocked group of heroes.
"Hey."
