A/N: Sweet Jesus this was hard to crank out. BUT I pulled through and it is indeed out now. Feed back is appreciated, especially since I had a major brain fart while writing this. I hate brain farts. Also, blame school for why it's late.
Peter learned fairly quickly that Ikol loved mischief. When Steve and Tony gave him the okay to keep him Ikol went wild. He would tear up the furniture and then give Tony and Steve the "sad kitten out in the rain" look (something Peter simply dubbed the "kitten eyes" (not to be confused with the puppy dog eyes)). Once Steve and Tony forgave him, he would go right back to doing something else. Like one day he decided it would be fun to pee on everything except the litter box. The family room still smelled a little like cat pee in places.
Peter walked into his bed room to find Ikol lying lazily on his bed. The cat didn't do much nowadays except get Peter to do a few questionable things. The poor boy still didn't know why Ikol had needed some of Thor's blood (which had been extremely hard to get) or why he'd had to search for and buy a simple but specific book of spells. The guy who'd sold them had said that they were fake but Ikol had seemed eager to have it, pushing it under the bed where he lived.
And that was another thing. Ikol hid everything Peter brought him under the bed. Peter had tried seeing under there to find out exactly what it was that Ikol was doing but he hadn't seen anything. He'd seen Ikol's own little bed but that was it. The book of spells wasn't under there, the vial of blood wasn't under there, the lock of hair from Clint wasn't under there, and neither were the several other things he'd brought for the cat. He'd had every intention to ask where all of Ikol's things had gone, but every time he remembered to ask he was called away to do something or Ikol switched the conversation to another topic and Peter suddenly forgot what he was gonna ask. It was infuriating.
Today was gonna be different. It was the one month anniversary of Peter waking up and, even though he was no closer to remembering anything, Steve and Tony were determined to get him to remember. They still followed what Doctor Hawthorne said each therapy session, how they couldn't just push him into memories and had to slowly ease him in, showing him photos a few at a time.
"Hey, Ikol?" Peter called.
"What is it, Peter?" Ikol answered, turning his head took look up at him.
"I was kinda of wondering… what do you do with all that stuff I bring you?"
Ikol frowned, or he did the cat equivalent of a frown.
"What's brought this on?" he asked.
"I was just thinking about how a lot of the things I bring you—" Peter was cut off by a knock on the door. He looked over and then sighed, going to the door and opening it, finding his Uncle Thor standing there with the huge smile he always wore.
"Come, young son of Steve and Tony, we have much to do today! I was given permission by your fathers to bring you to Asgard and allow you to see the many wonderful things there!" Thor said.
Ikol popped up from under the bed suddenly, meowing and pawing at Peter's leg. Peter frowned a bit, knowing that he was pretending.
"I need to go with you," was Ikol's excuse telepathically.
If you go you have to tell me what you're doing with all that stuff, Peter said back.
"Fine, fine, I will. Scout's honor." Ikol gave him his best smile and then Peter scooped him up. Thor looked down at Ikol and smiled even wider, taking the kitten into his arms and holding him up.
"Ah! The young spider child's companion! He reminds me of my brother a bit, their eyes are very similar. A very deep green…" Thor said his eyes softening as his voice lowered a bit, pulling Ikol in close to his chest. Ikol mewed again and tried to get out of Thor's arms. If there was one thing he didn't need it was Thor making the connection between the fact that his brother could take on another form other than that of his own body. The brute might have been stupid but there were a few things he remembered from when they were kids.
Peter got orders to pull Ikol away and did so, grabbing his back pack and stuffing the cat in.
"Come on, Uncle Thor. I can't leave Ikol here alone and I kinda do wanna see Asgard," he said. Thor blinked out of his stupor and grinned.
"Wonderful! Come, let us hurry. The Bifrost Bridge is only open now for a short period of time," he said, pulling Peter along.
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When they arrived in Asgard, Peter found himself the slightest bit amazed. Everything seemed huge compared to him. Even the women. He stayed close to Thor, looking around and listening to the long explanations about Asgardian ways. How the people on Asgard knew so little of the hardships and struggles on Midgard, and how Thor's father Odin was trying to fix the Bifrost so that the people of Asgard could travel to Midgard to find out about day to day Midgardian life. It was why they could only stay on Asgard for a short while.
And, well, technically, they were guinea pigs to make sure the Bifrost was working enough to transport people.
"Uncle Thor, I read up on Asgard a bit and some of the Mythology people write about you, don't you have a brother?" Peter said suddenly. He stifled a yelp when he felt claws dig into his back through his bag and purposely dropped it on the ground, hearing the hiss from Ikol.
Thor didn't seem to notice this exchange as a distant look entered his eyes. He was frowning softly, staring ahead of him at nothing in particular. Peter wondered if he maybe shouldn't have asked this question.
"Come with me, Young Peter. I would like to show you where my brother is being kept in a deep slumber," Thor said. He turned and headed toward the huge castle structure. Peter followed, throwing his bag back over his shoulder. Little did he know, Ikol was smirking in a slightly evil fashion.
Thor led Peter into the huge castle and toward a sealed doorway. Thor used Mjolnir to open the door, the hammer's magic reacting with the door and easing it open slowly. Peter continued following behind Thor, looking around and noticing weird symbols as they headed down a large spiraling stair case. When they came out they were in a large chamber. At the very center of the chamber floating in something that looked like a black ball of light was a body. Peter stared up at the body in awe. Quite simply the person was beautiful.
Peter looked at Thor who gave him a tiny sad smile.
"That is Loki, my brother. I loved him as such, possibly a bit more. Months before the Good Captain and Man of Iron adopted you he attacked the Midgardian city known as New York. The Avengers had to stop him. We did so, and since then his body has been here and he has been sleeping. I do not know what the Captain or Man of Iron will think of me saying this but my brother killed your Aunt and Uncle during that attack. It was pure luck you got out alive," Thor explained. Peter frowned, looking up at the body of the God of Mischief.
"Why did he attack Earth?" he asked.
"Because Midgard has a potential Asgard will never have."
Peter looked back at Thor before turning his gaze back to the comatose body. Somehow he had a feeling that the God of Mischief, Loki, was not in there.
A/N: As stated before, brain fart, terrible chapter, major dislike, but I wanted to give you something. =slumps out of tiredness= Uuuuuuugh.