Pairing: Tony/Loki, Thor/Sif, Clint/Darcy

Rating: M

Word Count: Don't know and don't care

Summary: While his palace is under siege by Odin and his army, King Laufey sends his infant son away with a powerful and much sought-after weapon. His hope is that when he is old enough, the boy will be able to wield it and defeat Odin to save not only Jotunheim, but as well as the other realms that have fallen to the tyrant's rule.

Warnings: More FrostIron more yay. And Thor's there too. Uh…yay.

Don't own The Avengers, because if I did Loki would have gotten to eat with the Avengers after the credits. And I don't own Lord of the Rings, because if I did Elrond would smile more. I have no idea.

Favorite Story: Klalista

Story Alert: Klalista

So in the movie (this is movie canon, sorry book fans), this is where the Nazgul attack the inn and then Aragorn and the Hobbits leave Bree to go to Rivendell. I changed some stuff obvs in order to make it work more with my story's plot, but I hope y'all still approve.

Part 1: Chapter 4

A sharp pain thrummed through Loki's arm as he hit the floor. The room he had been taken to was small, its only furniture being four twin sized beds, a wooden table, and two chairs. At least it seemed small because of what little space there was to maneuver about. There were a few candles lit near the window, but it was short lived when the room's other occupant pinched the wicks between his thumb and index finger.

"Who are you? Ngh…and why…did you bring me here?" Loki asked as he slowly sat up, holding his injured shoulder.

"You don't honestly believe that you are safe down there with anyone while they are in such a drunken state," the tall blonde man said, whirling on the younger male and causing him to flinch back.

"I said it was an accident!"

"And you are a dead man without my help."

The sound of thumping outside became louder before the door opened and smacked against the wall.

"No one is dyin' tonight! Not on my watch, now let him go!" Tony yelled, holding his fists up.

Behind him, Clint and Darcy glared at the blonde. Clint was holding a wine bottle and Darcy had a bar stool.

"Well, I guess you aren't as useless as I had believed." Just after he said that, Darcy let out a groan, dropped the bar stool and fell forward onto the floor. "I stand corrected."

"Damn it, Darc," Clint groaned, rolling his eyes as he bent down and lifted his friend by hooking his arms under her armpits and dragging her towards the bed.

"Wait. We cannot stay here," the blonde man said.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Clint asked, his hold on Darcy loosening slightly, causing the girl to slide along the floor.

"Leave everything to me."

xXxXx

The thunderous pounding of hooves approaching made Fenrir's ears perk up, then he became fully awake. He stood and pawed at the hay, unsure of what to do. Loki had not come for him, and he was still chained up, so he had nowhere to go. But he was worried more for his master than for himself. He knew who was coming. This man's, if he was a man, scent was one that Fenrir could recognize anywhere.

The innkeeper's smile, and all color, drained from his face when the front door crashed to the floor and a large black shape rushed past him, accompanied by other dark figures. Glass breaking and screams filled his ears, and all he could do was sink to the floor and shake like a dead leaf in the wind.

Metallic footsteps fell in unison on the wooden floor as four figures approached the four beds. Blades that were slightly dulled from use were lifted high in the air before swiftly being brought down upon the lumps in the beds. No sounds were heard in the room except for that of the blades piercing cotton, followed by the fluttering of feathers in the air. A deep guttural voice shrieked in an unknown language, and the four intruders left the room with animalistic snarls.

Across the road, three pairs of eyes shot open. Their owners sat up in the bed they were sharing and glanced towards the window warily. The only source of light in the room was a faint blue glow from a fourth person sitting on the bed, slightly hunched over.

"You should sleep, young ones," a voice by the window said.

"I am worried about Fenrir."

"Your wolf is fine. They did not come for him, so he will not be harmed," the man said, not moving his gaze from the window.

"I still want to make sure he's alright."

"When we leave in the morning, we'll let him out. Until then, you need to rest."

"How are we supposed to sleep after that?" Tony asked, gesturing to the window. "What were those, anyway? Cuz they sure as Hel were not human."

There was a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. The man looked at Tony with his calculating blue eyes before turning his attention back to the window.

"He was a god once. The Aesir God of War. And those dark-clad men with him were his best generals. But one day he approached his King and told him that he disagreed with his idea of invading Jotunheim. There was no real reason for it except that the King wanted to conquer another race.

"The All-Father was not pleased with Tyr's disobedience, so he placed a curse on him and his soldiers, forcing them into submission. It turned them into monsters, but it made them stronger, and that was enough for the King. Just as long as Tyr remained his pet."

"That's scary," Darcy said as a shudder went down her spine.

"Is it true what people say about his horse escaping from Hel?" Tony asked.

"Of course not. His horse, and the others, changed with them," the blonde answered, frowning at Tony.

"How do you know all of this?" Clint asked.

"You all need to rest. We leave at dawn and we will not stop until nightfall. That means you too," he said, looking at Loki.

The three under the covers begrudgingly lied down and closed their eyes, adjusting to get comfortable. Loki scooted a little bit before curling up on his side at the foot of the bed. He started when a cloth of some kind was placed over his body, and when he looked he saw that it was the blonde man's cloak. He was about to thank him, but the man had already returned to his perch and was looking out the window. Loki would thank him in the morning.

xXxXx

Loki felt like he had gotten hardly any sleep before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He winced because it was the arm that he had landed on when he hit the floor, so he instinctively swatted at the hand.

"Cut it out, that hurts." His voice was slightly raspy, and he didn't like the way it sounded.

"We need to leave soon."

Loki let out a throaty sigh and slowly sat up. He rubbed at his eyes and looked to his right where he saw that his companions were just as groggy as he was. He looked towards the window at the orange sky and the tiny sliver of sunlight beginning to peak over the horizon.

"Come on, get up. You wanted to see your wolf, didn't you?"

Loki glared at the man for daring to blackmail him. In a sense.

"Hey, you don't need to go…blackmailing him, or something. Can't you see he's tired? We all are!" Tony said, flailing his arms. Loki turned and looked at the brunette with wide eyes, his mouth open slightly. "What?" Tony asked with a pointed frown.

"If I was 'blackmailing' him, I would have a knife to his throat," the blonde man said.

"Not necessarily."

"Enough stalling. We've wasted enough time with this petty argument. You two go get the wolf and the rest of us will meet you downstairs."

"What about my belongings?" Loki asked with a hint of panic in his voice.

"We will take care of everything. Now go."

'They'd better not steal anything…'

"Just don't steal anything. That's my job."

Loki tried really hard not to shudder. He also refused to believe that Tony was reading his mind.

xXxXx

When the two men got downstairs, they immediately froze upon seeing the damage inflicted upon the bar and main lobby. The only solid piece of furniture that remained was the bar itself, and even then it had chips of wood missing from it. There were people around the room gathering broken legs of tables, chairs, and stools together and sweeping up broken glass. The innkeeper was hunched over at his desk with his head in his hands.

"I've seen some bar brawls that ended badly, started one or two of them myself, but none have ever been like this," Tony said in a whisper.

Tony and Loki spared one last look at the bar before approaching the desk. As if sensing their presence, a couple people glanced up from their work. Their eyes narrowed in on Loki and they looked at him with icy glares that could freeze a Fire Giant. Loki flinched back slightly, and he didn't even protest when he felt Tony lead him towards the front desk. When they reached their destination, Tony looked back at his companion and winked at him reassuringly.

"Morning, good man," Tony said, slapping his palm on the wooden surface. "My friend and I-"

"You! Out of my inn!" The man shouted, pointing at Loki, who shrunk back.

"Sir, I still need to get Fen-"

"Just take your wolf and go! And if I ever see you near here again-"

"Key," Tony interjected, holding his hand out.

As soon as the metal object was in his possession, Tony pulled Loki out the door by his good arm. When they entered the barn, Fenrir stood up abruptly and observed Tony suspiciously, but once he was free of his bonds, he knew he could relax. The wolf immediately walked over to Loki and bumped his leg, but the boy didn't react. He was frozen in place and staring at the floor. He was jarred slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a thumb kneading the muscle there.

"You okay?"

"All of that damage in there happened because of me. Because I screwed up."

"It's okay. We all make mistakes."

"Not like this."

"Loki, you aren't the first to do this. How do you think people figured out about the taboo rule?" Loki's eyes lowered and he said nothing. "Come on. We should go before 'Grumpy' comes looking for us."

Loki merely nodded and put a hand on the back of Fenrir's neck and guided him out of the barn. As soon as they reached the front of the inn, they saw the other three standing outside waiting for them, just as promised. When they first saw Fenrir, Clint and Darcy's eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"He's yours?" Darcy asked.

"Yes, he's mine."

"Cool."

"Stay here. I need to get my horse, and then we can leave," the blonde said curtly.

Without waiting for a reply, the man left. Darcy looked at Clint and shrugged. Until he came back, the four of them had nothing to do but stand around. Loki took this time to secure his bedroll around Fenrir's belly. It wasn't long before the sound of hooves clopping on the cobblestones reached their ears. The blonde had at his side a large dark brown, almost black horse with brown eyes. She bore the weight of his few possessions.

"We have no time to waste."

"I call dibs on the horse!" Darcy said, raising her hand.

"You are not riding my horse."

"Idiot," Clint said, elbowing the girl in the ribs.

xXxXx

The group had barely left the village and was now walking through a vast landscape of grassy hills, with the occasional large shrub or boulder. For the most part, things had been going rather smoothly, until…

"I'm hungry! When's breakfast?" Darcy whined.

"You should have eaten back at the inn," the still-nameless stranger said.

"I wasn't hungry then."

"We don't stop until nightfall."

"So no lunch either? Or mid-afternoon snack?" The girl retorted, planting her hands on her hips. "And let me guess, you're going to deprive me of my midnight snack, too."

Darcy scoffed and crossed her arms as the man ignored her and continued to walk until he disappeared behind a shrub. She tilted her head slightly to the side when Clint addressed her.

"He is unfamiliar with our customs, Darc. Do not be so hard on him."

"Tch. What a butt hole-ow!"

Darcy's hands covered her head when she felt something hit her from above. She watched as Clint bent down and picked up an apple from the ground. He threw his hands in front of him as another apple flew directly at his face.

"It's like he's trying to harm us on purpose," Clint said with a slight tremor in his voice.

"You have crappy aim!"

"You're welcome! Now pick up the pace!"

TBC

Oh God I can hear the Huntsman's voice whenever Thor talks. I am not okay with this. Well, maybe a little bit.