I breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed our apartment door open.

I had come back home with the Gray sisters who were still squabbling about the eye and tooth, but otherwise were all in good health and didn't seem to be too affected by the whole Apollo-is-now-mortal business.

"Percy," Mom said, running up to hug me.

"Mom!" I exclaimed,"I'm okay, I promised. "

She traced the scar on my forehead.

"What happened?" She asked, looking at me sternly.

"I ran into some draugar."

She inhaled sharply.

"I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it. Yet I forced you out into the horrors of the Norse world as well as the Greek."

"I'm fine, Mom," I said, "I survived."

"Of course you survived!" She exclaimed in exasperation. "That's what the draugar do! They inflict visions that will haunt you for the rest of your life and eventually drive you insane!"

"I'm sorry?" I offered and Moms sighed and kisses my forehead.

"I do not know of any cure," she said, "but I will try my best to find one."

"So you're not mad?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh, I'm very mad. But your safety comes first."

I looked down at Mom's feet.

"Look, um, also I may have dented Paul's car. A little. "

Paul raised an eyebrow from the sofa.

"It's just a bit dented!" I protested.

Paul nodded his head patiently and went back to his book.

"I'm sorry I keep messing things up for you guys," I said," I try to be careful, I really do."

"Oh, Percy," Mom said, embracing me in a big, warm, loving hug,"everyone makes mistakes."

I snorted.

"Is it because we're only human? Oh, wait, I'm not."

"Gods are especially prone to mistakes," Mom whispered," because they have more time to make them. But that also means they have more time to correct them. We cannot live in a world where everyone committed mistakes and didn't make them right. That's why you're special, Percy. You are going to show the gods what it is like to be human. They do not understand the value of life."

I nodded. I got what she was talking about.

The Olympians just sat around on their thrones all day, making the half-bloods do their dirty work. They didn't care if their children lived or died. They didn't care that many of the half-bloods' only wish was to live a normal life. They simply didn't care about anything but their puffed up, self absorbed selves.

I broke out of my train of thought to see Mom staring me curiously.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said brushing off the intrigued look she had on her face.

Then a man appeared.

Literally, like out of thin air. His forest green eyes sparkled with a type of mischievous glint that I often saw in Hermes kids' eyes. They seemed to scream,"Look at me! I'm always causing trouble!"

Mom scowled at the visitor.

"Loki," she said, in a monotonous tone.

"Hey," he said, in a way that definitely reminded me of Hermes," I just here to see the kid."

Mom raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip.

"Now? After all these years, Loki, you never once came and visited. You never once checked up on me."

"Did you miss me, mother?"

"I.." Mom faltered.

"Well," Loki said, his mouth curling up in a devilish smirk," I heard that this kid of yours is born of two pantheons. Am I right?"

Mom opened her mouth to answer but Loki cut her off.

"That was a rhetorical question," he drawled, "and before you even think of lying, remember that I am the god of trickery. I can tell when someone is lying."

Mom sighed.

"Yes, he is," she said.

Loki nodded slowly.

"And you have raised him believing that he is only of the Greek pantheon, am I right?"

Mom nodded, with a hint of regret in her eyes.

"Perfect," Loki said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"What do you want?" Mom asked, putting a hand on my shoulder protectively.

"I would like to teach him seiðr," the Tricker said, with a seemingly sincere look in his eyes.

A/N:

So, Loki is the MCU Loki, but everyone else is Rick's version of the Asgardians.

So, disclaimer for Loki, all rights go to whoever they should go to.