Loki carefully slipped himself from the king sized bed, making sure he didn't disturb his wife whom was curled up under the mass of covers. The sun was yet to rise, but he wanted to get a head start on everything. Today was his son's birthday, and he had yet to take any measures to plan anything. He had been held up on Asgard for the past week with Thor blocking his path every time he tried to return home. He couldn't tell how many times he was forced to listen to his brothers victories and 'daring' adventures; but he did know that he had grew tired of the tales.

Slipping out into the hallway, he looked towards the little boys room that was directly beside his own. When he had discovered that his wife was with a child, he knew three things automatically: he was going to be a better father than Odin, he would spoil his kid every chance he received, and he would finally be able to share his knowledge and trials. He had been so excited, he truly wanted to shove the news in Thor's face. He had accomplished something that Thor would probably never: a family. He had married before him and had the first child, it only seemed to add to the joy when he found out that the baby was going to be a boy. But he withheld the knowledge of his little family, only allowing two people to know, one of which he had no choice. Heimdall watched his every move on Midgard, he knew when Loki was married, and received the news of the Loki going to be a father first. Loki had decided to allow Frigga to know, she was his only source on Asgard to vent everything out to. She had this big smile come across her face, and as she hugged her 'son', he couldn't help but feel even more elated that he made his mother figure so happy, more than Thor had ever done.

Loki quietly made his way down towards the kitchen, wincing every time the floor would creak under his weight. He pulled on his jacket hanging by the door, opting to go out the kitchen rather than the front door that chimed every time it was opened. He had to go pick out a present for Dante, which was hard to do for the god. Midgard had millions of toys that were made for children, but oddly, Dante found no appeal in anything related to his age. Loki paused as he remembered that all the boy seemed to ever talk about was a 'dog'. Maria, his wife, had explained to him what exactly that was. 'Dogs' were not found in Asgard, only horses or sometimes a cat; all of which were rare, horses were only reserved for the Royal family.

He failed to see what the boy wanted with such a creature, but the idea of it seemed to make him happy. Reading the Newspaper the day before, he had ran across a phone number and address where the creatures were kept.

The drive was far away, so he decided on teleporting using his magic. He frowned as the odor of urine, feces, and chemicals nearly knocked him off his feet. Mortals truly disgusted him at times, who would want anything from such a place? It's smell was revolting and the floor was definitely not clean. The building was far from special in Loki's eyes.

"Can I help you, young man?" A middle aged woman questioned as she appeared from another room, drying her small hands on a towel. Loki fought the urge to let the woman he was far from young compared to her. He was here for his son, not a conversation.

"My son wants a dog." He stated bluntly but the woman only smiled as she set the towel down on a table, motioning for him to follow her.

"How old is your son?" She asked as she led him down a flight of stairs. Loki found the question unnecessary but answered anyways.

"He is turning six today."

The woman smiled as she opened a door that held the sign 'keep out' on the front. Inside was a room filled with various creatures in caged making absurd noises as they ran about in their small areas. The lady led him past all the cages as he looked at the creatures with mild interest, it seemed cruel to keep them cramped in such small spaces. He saw several animals in various sizes and colors, none of which caught his eye.

"Here you go, this little guy sounds like he will be perfect."

Loki trained his eyes back towards the woman who had stopped in front of a even smaller cage than the others. She bent down, unlocking the door, and reached in. He didn't know what he expected, but her pulling out a creature that was so small surprised him. It appeared to be only a baby dog, covered in white and caramel colored fur.

"His mother abandoned the little boy a few weeks ago, found him on the streets. He is a Siberian Husky, barely a month old."

Loki's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the small creature as it opened its icy blue eyes to peer at him. The poor creature had been abandoned just as he had as a infant, now it was stuck in a unsanitary home. He felt a wave of pity flush over him as he took the small animal into his arms. The pup barely measured up the length of his forearm, his small form reminded Loki of when he first held his newborn; he was so small as well.

"I'll take him."

That's when a lot of paperwork found itself in Loki's hand, and the lady rambled on about things he didn't understand. Shots? Worm pills?

After two gruesome hours at the vile building, he found himself back home. He quickly tucked the small pup under his large jacket and it made no protest as it nuzzled its cold nose against his side. Walking inside, he was greeted with the smell of food cooking and humming coming from the kitchen. He peeked around the corner to only see his wife was present with her back to him. He sneaked quietly up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She made no sound of surprise at his sudden appearance causing him to frown. Was he already loosing his touch?

"I was wondering where you disappeared to. I need you to take our son out somewhere, so i can decorate for his party." She poked his chest and frowned when she saw the small bulge in his jacket squirm at the action.

"What is that?" She asked slowly as she poked the small bulge causing Loki to chuckle. He opened his jacket for her to look in. The pup had curled up against Loki's side in a ball of fur, it looked very uncomfortable. The pup huffed at the cold air hitting it as it buried itself further back into his jacket.

"Awe. Who is this little one?" Maria smiled as she reached out and gently stroked it's soft two-toned colored fur. The little one didn't pay any attention as the woman continued to play with its fur.

"I don't believe he has a name." Loki winced as the sharp claws of the pup dug into his ribs.

"Dante has been talking about a dog for a while now, and he has no interest in children toys. The lady at the strange building said the pup was a Siberian Husky and was abandoned at a young age. He's small for right now, so it shouldn't prove to be that much of a problem for us to keep the little creature. I'm sure Dante would like a little companion to grow up with." Loki mumbled as he pulled the pup from it's position. The little animal let out a small growl making Maria giggle.

"I like his attitude." She patted *his head as she took him into her thin arms. Loki watched as she walked towards the pantry and set the pup down on a towel before shutting the door. "We can keep him in their for the time being. Why don't you go wake up our birthday boy? I will get breakfast set out." As she walked by, she kissed his cheek softly. Seeing that she was about to pass him, he grabbed her hand and quickly spun her around. The speed in which she was turned around caused her to stumble but Loki stabilized her before kissing her. He pulled away and pecked her forehead before leaving the room.

Making his way upstairs, he removed his jacket and tossed it carelessly to the side of the hallway. He could always get it later. He knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. When no reply came, he opened the door and walked in to see the lump under the covers and soft snores every few seconds. Sitting down on the paw printed blants, he removed them carefully to reveal his son curled up in a fetal position. Loki smiled as he pushed his fingers through the little boys messy jet black hair.

"Happy Birthday, Little one."

Loki tensed in his bed as his head throbbing with a migraine. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he placed his arm over his eyes. He could feel the dampness on his cheeks and taste the salt on his lips. He remembered that day vividly, it was the same day he gave Dante his necklace. He had bought it from a small shop, placing a spell on the piece of jewelry. The spell took three days to complete since it was suppose to last a lifetime. It was more of a alert spell, one that was activated by the user's blood. He did it in hopes of alerting himself when Dante was ever in need.

He sat up slowly in bed when a furry body suddenly collided with his own. He waited for slobber to cover his face, but when it never came, he opened his eyes. The over grown dog was seated in his lap completely, his head tucked in-between Loki's shoulder and neck. He blinked as he used his sleeves to wipe his tears. Was the animal trying to give him comfort? Loki scoffed at the idea of a such a dull creature having that high of an intelligence, but nonetheless, wrapped his arms around Siber's torso. He wanted to laugh since he actually felt a little better with the action; he was a god, he shouldn't need such actions make him feel 'better'.

But he would give just about anything to trade the dog out for his son to be right by him.