"So you're saying... I was stolen from Midgard? Why does that not surprise me," Peter muttered as he stood idly chatting with the woman he called his mother, "My name is practically Midgardian."

"Don't be like that Peter. The last thing I need, is for you to be gloomy when my father arrives."

"When is Grandpa Loki supposed to be here anyway? I thought he was locked away indefinetly."

"Well, he has someone bringing him."

"Which poor fool is actually going to bring Grandpa to Niflhiem?"

His mother never got to answer as a vortex of wind and rainbow appeared before them.

"I think Heimdall's knocking on our door," Peter joked watching the wild force of magic and nature. Once the magnificent storm like phenomenon had ended, Peter couldn't hide a wild grin.

"Well color me blue and call me a frost giant," he said softly, "Grandpa Loki! Grunkle Thor!" He called out running forward and pulling the two stronger men into a hug. He could feel his grandpa stiffen while Thor took it well, even hugging back.

"You hug like an infant grand-nephew," Thor laughs.

"Yeah. Found out why. Apparently, I'm Midgardian."

He could see his Grandpa's lips curl in good humor as he turned to his daughter.

"All dead?"

"Even he had stopped breathing, if only for a moment," she stated dryly. With a wave of her hand, Peter felt his body being pulled away from his grandfather and great-uncle and back to his mother. He felt her bony fingers on his if to keep him still.

Shame he had grown far too used to the chill of death to be effected like he was when he was younger.

"Niece Hela! You should not just take Midgardian babes!"

"No one was looking for him. He was all alone. Besides, it's not like I can have children of my own exactly. So grabbing a sickly little brat was the next best thing."

"Really feeling the love mom."

"You should. You're still alive aren't you?"

"Hard to tell. I mean, you're half dead, I've been temporarily dead apparently. Grandpa's a frost giant, and Grunkle Thor is Asgardian, how should I know what's going on anymore? Maybe I am dead!" He joked.

"Very funny Peter."

"I'm a riot grandpa."

Hela felt her lips quirk upward. Her family may have been informed and broken, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Even if she did have to convince Peter it was a bad idea to try and lift Thor's hammer.

Hela! One messed up family. But still funny.