Extremely excited and motivated by the positive reviews and story favorites! This not the first story I've written for fanfiction, but the first I've written for Avengers. I was a Transformers girl, then converted to Glee, and am now pursing obsessions in Avengers. I, however, have being reading a good share of Avenger fanfiction in the last couple months so I feel prepared enough to publish a Avengers fic of my own! I hope you'll all enjoy this ride with me and I'll try to update regularly since I have a good portion of the story already written!
Enjoy!
When Thor was contacted by Tony of the recent events, he was visibly torn. He didn't know if he should tell Loki that his daughter had literally shown up on the front steps of Stark Tower or if he should meet his...niece...first. Did she even know who Loki really was?
More than a Earth's year since the battle in New York against the Chitauri had happened, Loki was detained in an area on the outskirts of Asgard. Thor visited him regularly to give Loki social interaction and Thor was pleased to see that Loki actually seemed to be slowly returning to his old self. That is, the Loki he knew before there was even an inkling of animosity. He was well aware that Loki was the god of Lies, however, he felt like some kind of sibling intuition told him that Loki was really on the mend.
Thor also battled the urge to ask Odin's advice, but he finally decided it would be better to travel to Midgard without anyone's knowledge until he had all the facts figured out. Just as he was going to ask the All Father to transport him to Midgard, Thor realized that he hadn't visited Loki in a few days. He knew in Loki's recovering position that a sudden absence would set him back in his willingness to trust him again.
Thor traveled to Loki's whereabouts where his brother was busying himself reading an old scripture.
"Hello Thor. Any news from the mainland?" Loki chuckled at his own term of Asgard.
"No, brother-"
"Not your brother..." Loki said automatically, then spared a quick glance at Thor which had hints of a subconscious apology. Thor interpreted this as this being Loki's reflex response, but was beginning to not believe this anymore. They still were brothers after all, even if they weren't blood related.
"I've just come to tell you that I will be traveling to Midgard for an undetermined amount of time. I'm hoping it will be brief."
Loki smirked a bit. "Has Jane requested your backside for intimate relations?"
Thor's brows furrowed, then he understood Loki's reference. "The Midgardian term is 'booty call,' Loki. And no."
Loki's interest perked up more from this. "No? Then pray tell why you are visiting Midgard? A new love interest?"
Thor cursed himself. Loki was the god of lies while Thor couldn't lie to a horse.
"No, she has just requested my company..." Thor forced himself not to look in Loki's eyes.
"Brother, you visited her less than a month ago."
Thor looked up.
Loki knew the second before Thor even spoke that he was lying.
"Thor, you are unable to hold truth from me."
Thor became agitated. "Loki, we are neither each others keepers, leave me be. I only wanted to tell you that I was leaving so you did not feel abandoned."
Loki's laugh rang in his hovel. "Abandoned? Me? Feel abandoned? You do not know me as well as you think, Thor."
"Goodbye, Loki. I shall see you soon."
Loki rolled his eyes and went back to his chair, picking up his scroll. Thor left and Loki threw down his scroll again. There was something in the way Thor looked at him before he left. As the god of lies, Loki was prone to noticing when someone was trying to deceive. Thor's parting look lingered on Loki for too long. Sensitive to the hidden meanings in lies, Loki determined that whatever Thor was going to Midgard for concerned Loki in some way.
A flash of anger coursed through Loki's veins. Was Thor going to tell the Midgardians his weaknesses? Was he going for a meeting to plot against him? What if-!
Loki stopped his thoughts and took a deep breath.
In.
Out.
He needed to calm down. He had always had a bit of a temper, but always hid it well. Tampering with the Casket of Ancient Winters had been proven to had heightened his irritability monumentally. The best healers in Asgard studied Loki's emotions and thought patterns when he was near the Casket. The artifact heightened all of Loki's emotions and it was not a secret that he held a lot of hate in himself.
He knew that this was a large reason of why he had done all the horrible things he did. He also knew that he could just feel random bouts of anger that he knew were residue from his prolonged exposure to the Casket.
Either way, there was no way that he was going to stay in Asgard while his brother was arranging his affairs for him. Loki didn't bother to even make a double of himself since no one ever visited him. The last Asgardian to visit him was only a few days ago to drop off enough supplies to last at least two weeks.
Loki followed about 20 feet behind Thor as he made his last few stops before going to Earth. With the damaged Bifrost being temperamental, trips to anywhere had to be crucial. Loki had found a bit of an extended area of the Bifrost on the left of the outer structure a century ago that gave him enough magical support to transport him anywhere. The spot on the outside of the Bifrost allowed him enough of a push when activated to let him travel without anyone knowing. He waited for Thor to be opened to the portal, then summoned his own magic to add him to the venture. The annoying pull of his body invaded his senses before arriving on Earth, quickly transporting himself away from Thor before he could notice that Loki had come with him.
Using his magic, Loki made himself invisible and followed Thor more closely. There was obviously an urgent matter since he flew off with his hammer immediately.
Loki sighed, now he'd have to find out where the big lug had gone.
Sera had been given her father's room. She was surprised that the God of Mischief who had attacked the Avengers actually had a room in an alcove of the floor dedicated to Thor. It was a massive room, yet totally undecorated and impersonal.
Tony had insisted that she take his room because he didn't know where else to put her for the time being. It had been 3 days since she arrived at Stark Tower's front door and despite everything that she had ever seen on TV about Mr. Stark, he was nothing but kindness to her. He kept saying something about knowing how she feels about not having a father figure.
There were, of course, many areas that were blocked off to her, but she was allowed to use the well-stocked kitchen of Thor's as well as most of the commodities. Tony visited her periodically throughout the day to make sure she was okay, but Sera was used to solitude.
She reveled in her new clothes. They were all plain, yet designer shirts and pants. She loved the feel of having clean clothes on and not having to worry about rust-laced water ruining her shirts when she found time to wash them. She laid back on the firm bed and thought back to the last few days.
"Will anyone be looking for you?" Tony had asked, after making a few arrangements.
"No," she had responded. Ever since she dropped out of school and had turned eighteen, she had virtually eliminated herself from society. She didn't have a job, didn't have a car in her name, hell, she didn't have anything in her name. She filed her mother's paperwork for the house utilities, but other than that, no one ever came looking for her. No companies, no family. No one.
"How would you have guessed that you are Loki's child? No offense, but you don't look like a person who has the money to spend on genetic tests, much less get a sample of Loki's DNA."
Sera had smiled grimly at this. "That is for me to know, for now. I promise, Mr. Stark, that I will reveal more about myself once I actually meet...my birth father... and explain things to him."
They had talked some more and then Tony said something about understanding what it was like to grow up without a father. She had been too distracted by the picture of the room Tony had pulled up on his desk-computer and was told that she could stay there. One, she was all ready to find the nearest motel and shack up there, and two, the room Tony was showing her was bigger than her old house!
She buried her face in the pillows. They were fresh. And clean. Cleanliness was not a common luxury she could partake in when she counted every gallon of water used. It was too exhausting. And cleaning her bed sheets frequently, forget it!
She sat up and shook her head. She was gone from that place now.
Sera looked around the room again for anything that could give her an indication of what her father was like, but there was none due to the lack of anything, really. She looked down to catch her hands doing a weaving motion that had been a nervous habit of hers since adolescence. She grasped her hands together to stop them.
Tony told her that she wouldn't be able to meet her father for at least a few more weeks and had then explained the situation that he had to stay on...Assguards? Asgard! She would, however, get to meet her uncle.
Thor.
The God of Thunder.
The God.
She held herself. This was really happening. All the times that she thought she was crazy for thinking that a god was her father and all the times she wanted to tell someone. She was finally right! She had always been right.
She was told to wait, so she did. She waited for what felt like forever, but it could have only been a few hours. A knock on her door and she stood up, automatically trying to fix her hair again in the mirror. This was one of the few times she wished she knew how to apply makeup, or cut her own hair.
"Sera. Your uncle is here to meet you. Don't be alarmed, okay?" Tony was so gentle with her, she wished he was her father.
She hesitantly walked out of the bedroom wearing the nicest green shirt she had found in the pile of clothes Pepper had collected for her. Sera did not expect for a very tall and muscular man to come through the door and meet her in the TV area. He was nearly the total opposite of her. He had long golden hair, was extremely built, had bright blue eyes, and was definitely not what she guessed the brother of her father would look like.
Oh yeah, her dad was adopted.
"Hi? "she said, trying not to shake.
Thor laughed. "Hello dear, I am your uncle, Thor, you may call me whatever you see fit and I am very pleased to meet you. Please, come sit and do calm down."
Sera couldn't stop gawking at the man who claimed to be her uncle. He was beautiful. She glanced at her own self in the mirror, suddenly feeling extremely plain. She awkwardly followed her massive uncle and sat down on the couch, praying that he wouldn't sit next to her. Thankfully, he sat across from her, his muscles rippling with every step.
A huge grin split his face. "You are very beautiful. And I am amazed at your resemblance to your father."
Both statements knocked the wind out of her. She knew that she was tragically average looking and only knew blurry pictures of her father.
She giggled nervously. "Really?"
"Yes, my dear. I apologize for staring so intently, but it is interesting, your features. You've inherited many of your father's aspects."
She smirked. "I don't really have any idea what my father looks like."
Confusion crossed Thor's features for a moment, then realized that she wouldn't have any idea what he looked like. "Well you can start by just looking in a mirror." He chuckled. He grabbed a picture frame off the side table. He smiled at it, then gave it to Sera.
Her eyes widened at the picture of a young woman with brown hair and eyes. "This is my father?"
Thor laughed heartily. "No, no, my dear girl, I apologize. This is my love, Jane, I meant for you to look into the reflection. Your eyes are the same color as Loki's, your hair is the same type and color, your pale skin is identical, bone structure, everything! I see that a god's genes are more likely to predominate other features."
"And here I was just hoping that my mother adopted me."
Thor laughed again, big and booming despite her lame joke. "Come now, dear, I'm sure your mother was not as bad as the tone of your voice alludes."
"Sadly, she was."
Thor's grin fell a bit. "Oh, I am sorry. I also apologize for already knowing everything you told Tony. He briefed me when he first told me about you. Finally, my condolences for your loss, Seraphina."
"Thank you. And it's Sera."
"Shame, I do like Seraphina. It means 'fiery one,' does it not?"
"Yeah, mother wasn't a very creative one. 'Fiery one...' Daughter of the god of fire. Ba-dum-tiss."
Thor searched her face, a fond smile gracing his own. "Would it be out of turn to ask why you despised your mother so much?"
Sera sucked in her bottom lip. "Um, I don't like talking about my life too much, I'm saving my courage to talk to Loki. Basically though, my mother never really showed affection or any emotion for that matter other than sadness and disappointment. She was 17 when she got pregnant with me and didn't want a baby. My grandmother, her mother, forced her to keep me. My mother lived the majority of her life in her bedroom, alone. Grandmother took care of me until she died and then I learned to take care of everything by myself. I figured out how to live off of $15 dollars or less a week in a shabby old house while making sure mother kept eating. Mother finally passed away in her sleep and now I'm here."
Thor nodded, paying close attention to her every word. "Well, Sera, I am your uncle and I promise that you will never live in squalor or cold again. Though I can not reverse the injustices you've suffered in your young life, I promise to help you in every way from now on. I assure you that your father will too."
Sera crossed her legs. "When will I meet my father exactly?"
"Within a couple weeks. Are you aware of the, for lack of a better word, crimes that Loki has committed."
"Only a bit. I've heard things from the news. I actually don't want to know anymore because I don't want to fear him when we finally meet."
Thor nodded. "I understand completely. One thing, Sera, I love my brother dearly and I know he has goodness in him. He has, however, done awful things. We have learned and proven that a lot of his actions were brought on by dark forces that he was handling, but he is still recovering right now. He still does not know that you exist, but everything will come together quickly. For now, this entire floor is yours to do as you please. I will be returning to Asgard by morning to fetch your father." Thor stood up to leave. He moved to the window and looked down at a large black truck that was making it's way to the back of the building. "Sera, you have not met the other inhabitants of this house yet, have you?"
Sera looked confused. "House? I thought Stark Towers was a research facility?"
Thor grinned again. "No my darling, that is what Tony's public relations people have convinced the world. Stark Towers does have a place in the underground research basement for Stark and Banner, but otherwise, these upper floors offer a full floor of housing for each of the Avengers."
The girl's eyes turned into round disks. "The Avengers are a real team? And even if they were, I heard that they disbanded!" Her hands covered her mouth when Thor smiled again. "Oh my god! They all live here?"
"Yes dear. The rest are coming back from a minor mission right now. In that car held Black Widow, Hawkeye, the Hulk, and Captain America, all close friends of mine."
"Shit."
Thor pat her on the shoulder, making her whole thin body jolt with each blow. "Wash up, Sera, I will introduce you to them all myself. I will leave you to get yourself ready. Please, use the facilities as you wish! Any questions, ask JARVIS. The house-voice has helped me plenty to adjust to Midgardian tools and customs. I will be back within 2 hours."
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