A/N: hello everyone! I'm baaack, whew sorry for the long hiatus a lot has happened in my life and I'm pleased to say that I walk from beyond to post this lovely and get this back in gear. I thank you for your patience and I pray ye not Lynch me for my lateness! Thank you for 66 followers and my 34 favorites (you know I love you guys right?) So here's a new chapter and I hope you enjoy next update will be coming to you in a few days hell maybe even tomorrow! Ennnnjoy!

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He could feel it. Like a sickening wave of anger that bust from his every pore. Tony Stark the man who was slowly stealing his father from him the man who was now pacing in a large living area where the rest of his "team" as they waited on a man who was called Fury. Jorm hated each of them, they had went to rescue his father but as soon as the jet had landed the brought him out wearing irons. But in the end he hated his father the most, for letting Fenrir see him so defeated. The wolf hadn't spoken two words since he they arrived and Hel was beyond sick with worry about the small boy.

"He's not eating Jorm, I can't even make him drink Coco." She was afraid he could hear it in the inflection of her voice, or maybe he could feel it in the waves of melancholy she seemed to be pulsing. What ever it may be he was beyond curious at everything.

"We have to go to school, we can worry about Fen when these assholes let Dad out." Jorm spat the words in the direction of the playboy that had stopped pacing only to stare and him and Hel.

"I'll have a car-"

"Forget it, we're not to good to walk." Hel looked as though she was about to protest but she had never before seen he brother so angry. Picking up her things she followed behind him lost in thought and worry about her little brother when something caught her eye. The Archer, he looked familiar. No. Not looked, felt. Suddenly her dreams flashed before her eyes, the darkness was pulsing off of him even now.

"Hel!" Jorm snapped pulling her from her thoughts. Her heart was pounding in a mix of emotions she had never felt before, fear, clarity, excitement. She looked at him as the glass elevator descended oh how he watched the red headed woman beside him, touched her as if it were an accident. Hel hated her and she wasn't sure why.

"Heaven help me."

xXx

"Let me out!" he yelled at the camera for what felt like the millionth time. So this is what lying to Tony Stark looked like a glass cell next to the one man he hated the most the man who now was smiling at him as if to say. "I told you this would happen." He spat on the ground sneering at the hooded old fool.

The door suddenly opened as the playboy enter the temporary wing as it had been called.

"So when were you going to tell me you were working for tinman here?" Stark remarked not meeting the Raven's eyes. Loki glared at the older man emerald eyes piercing threw Tony's defenses and the playboy finally looked at the raven.

"Please Stark, let us not pretend that you cared even a fraction about my past when all you really where interested in was what's in my pants. And I'm proud to say it never would have been you." He didn't even really knew where that came from but it gave him pleasure to see the billionaire deflate.

"You'll have to forgive me but freaks with baggage really aren't my thing so you pants are none of my concern. "

"I'm not a freak!" Loki countered feeling childish, but it was like everything Eric had always told him, and Tony was no different just another statistic.

"That my friend is all a matter of opinion!" Tony snapped.

"Stark!" a dark skinned man in an eye patch snapped from behind the playboy. Stark rolled his eyes as the man stepped in front of him and looked at Magneto from behind the glass.

" We've been expecting you, heard you caused quiet some problems in the last couple of years, don't expect us to be like the other place you stayed no warm welcome of visits from guards only you and my beautiful self." Magneto smiled lightly then looked over to Loki who glared at the old man.

"As for you." He said walking over to Loki's cell." We'll talk and I'll decide what is to be done with you." Loki faced the man with confidence, he had nothing to hide and too much to lose to even begin to try.

xXx

Fenrir watches the other Avengers and they talk quietly amongst themselves all thinking that he can't understand them as they discuss him and his siblings.

" what are we going to do if Fury decides Loki isn't getting out, what about his kids. I mean I love that little guy as much as everyone but I can't take care of him I'm always off on missions!" The archer said looking over to the blonde next to him who scratched his chin thoughtfully.

" Loki's done some bad things, we aren't sure what but to lock him up when he is the victim and take his kids, I can't stand for that."

" Oh yeah and we all know Dudley Do Right here is always right, I meant we just saw a whole team of mean slaughtered by his hand alone and we are totally okay with letting him walk the streets because Steve cant stand for it right." The playboy added walking into the room.

"Enough!" Furys voice barked. Fenrir could see his father standing beside the older man and pulled himself up to his feet, with unsteady legs he ran at full speed at his father.

"Daddy!" he squealed as Loki bent down and picked him up engulfing him in a tearful hug.

" Now this is what's going down! Stark your going to shut your cake hole, Loki is joining our Sorority he know vital information about the enemy a lot of which will help us catch this sly basterd in case one of you assholes fuck up and the old fuck gets out. Now if you don't like it then get the fuck over it." His last comment was directed at a very displeased playboy that was currently standing behind a bar.

"well this should be interesting. " Natasha snorted as she noticed Loki's hands pressed tightly over Fenrir's ears.