Yes, Phil lives in this one. He's too beautiful to leave out ;D

Myster Me, thanks again :D I'm glad you like Eden and Liam!

Loki's-Sigyn, thanks! Adorable is good, so here's more^^


Liam frowned. "Oh dear," he murmured under his breath. If he hadn't been nervous of him, he would have laughed in Loki's face. I knew it!

Eden was horrified, to say the least. What had she done? She stuck her hand in her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, a choked sob escaping her throat. As we know, Eden was one who constantly looked on the bright side. And on the bright side in her current situation, happened to be that this certain bathroom smelled like amazingly expensive wonderful soaps. If she were in here for a long time, she'd have somewhere to go to the bathroom (which was always important), somewhere to take a bath, water, and maybe food if the soap was eatable.

She listened at Loki stomped away, and she sighed in relief, even smiling a little. She would survive for the time being, and maybe she would enjoy it.

Loki frowned, storming up to Liam. With each step the god took toward him, Liam pulled a pillow closer and closer to his person. By the time Loki was in front of him, he had the pillow covering his whole pale face, squishing his nose to the left. He viscously ripped it away, tossing it to the ground over his shoulder, then leaning in, taking up way too much of Liam's personal bubble. "Get. Her. Out." With each word spoken, Loki drew closer to Liam until their noses were touching. His breath was freezing cold, inhuman. The child thought absently about what would be cold and not human, and his mind first went to fish. They lived underwater. Water was cold. Loki must be a fish of some sort.

"Well?" the fish questioned, tilting his head to the side. Long fingers slowly closed around his windpipe, with enough pressure to scare him but not enough to seriously hurt him, though Loki really, really wanted to. The wide, watery eyes of the tiny mortal stared into his. Loki's face came dangerously close to Liam's, and as he spoke the child felt the coldness wash over his face. "Get her out, pickle," Loki hissed, his voice dripping with poison. Liam whimpered at the use of Mr. Tony's nickname for him, desperately trying to take a deep breath. He raised his arms and clawed at those iron-like wrists. Liam thought of the fish's last words and managed to reply with the very first thing he learned about fishes. "Gills!" he squeaked.

Loki's grip loosened considerably. "What?"

"Gills," Liam gasped. "Where are your gills?" He squeezed his eyes shut as tears began leaking from under his makeup-free eyelids.

"What?" Loki repeated incredulously, eyebrows sliding together in confusion.

With all the strength the telepath had, he then ripped himself away from Loki the Fish and dashed towards the door, furiously knocking away. "Edie!" he wailed.

"Go away!"

Edie, come out. And guess what?

What?

Loki is a fish.

No way!

Yeppers peppers.

Where are his gills?

Loki face-palmed.

Liam turned on him. "Stop doing that!" he demanded, feeling a wave of bravery, something not too uncommon while his twin was involved. "We got rights. We are entitled to our own private conversations." He stamped his foot to prove his point, followed by the other. "We are in A-mer-i-ca." He pronounced the country's title slowly, as if Loki had never heard of it and was just now learning how to speak.

"Oh my, what intelligent words for one with such limited mind capacity," Loki drawled, straightening out his scarf which Liam had accidentally tugged almost completely off in his escape.

With all the seriousness of an adult, the boy nodded, replying respectfully, "Thank you." He began pounding on the door again, loudly clearing his throat.

Loki nodded in return, a newfound respect forming for the tiny human. Very few were as fiercely devoted to their families as this one seemed. But of course, nothing went perfectly smooth when it came to Loki's plans. Agent Barton had better return quickly with the snake and the makeup. Loki didn't even have to read their minds for a moment to know how unstable they would be without their necessities.

Meanwhile, Eden was still locked in the bathroom. She tried to reach the window, and when she couldn't, the obvious thing for a kid to do is climb up on the toilet. "Wha!" Eden shrieked and fell to the floor, luckily landing on the fluffy green rug. She was much higher up than expected, and climbing down using the shower curtain as a rope was unquestionably no more a possibility. "Fudge!" she cursed. She had resigned herself to her fate. She would much rather die in a nice-smelling bathroom than be anywhere near Loki, Loki who was a fish, ever again.


Fury paced angrily, back and forth, back and forth by the window, a jumpy Phil Coulson following behind like a puppy trying to talk him out of his current state. Tony Stark was certain if he hadn't already lost the hair on his head, it would be turning grey and falling out, landing all over the place. And he was not feeling too confident at the moment, either. What was this terribly foreign emotion the billionaire was experiencing? Deep down he knew it was guilt. Buckets and buckets of stinking, slimy guilt, with a dash of fear and a small hint of barely contained panic.

Captain America was uselessly throwing options about as to where they could be, why the god took them, etcetera, etcetera, apparently oblivious to the sad fact not a soul was listening.


Out of the Avengers, the only one who seemed genuinely shocked at the revelation Loki had taken the telepathic second-graders was Thor, as anticipated by most readers.

"He wouldn't," Thor muttered to himself, tapping his fingers against his treasured hammer. "The Child Elves, why?" he wondered. Eventually his grip around the handle tightened. Loki was definitely mischievous, but this seemed quite worse than a little fun.

Then again, he wasn't completely sure this was true, which brought him a small measure of comfort, but during the battle aboard the Floating Fortress he had witnessed no sign of them, and Son of Stark was, "freaking out," so it all kind of made sense to the thunder god. Loki valued such talents as theirs, and he always strived for what was best. They would be a good addition to his army...whatever that may be.

Thor wondered if they were okay, as well as his fellow Avengers. When this ended he most definitely was going to be giving his little brother a stern talking to.


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