Here's another one-shot I wrote in my Loki phase. This one is about Torrin, Loki's kid in an AU where everything up until infinity war is cannon and then on the way to earth, Loki is lost somehow. And later Thor ends up being an uncle and raising his nephew.
Falcon glided up to the roof of the avengers facility. There was Torrin, sitting on the roof, legs dangling off the side, gentle wind gracing his face and ruffling his hair. It was dusk and the setting sun cast a golden light on his thin frame. Falcon approached softly. "Whatcha thinking about kiddo?" he said.
"Nothing" the child replied without turning his head. Falcon bent down and retrieved a small pebble from the roof and threw it at Torrin, hitting his back. It bounced off and Torrin turned around, annoyed, but amused. "What was that about?" He asked?
Falcon smiled coyly. "Nothing" he chuckled. He walked forward and sat down next to Torrin. "What are you really thinking about?"
"Home." Came the melancholy response. "Asgard."
"Come on kiddo, Asgard's not your home, you've never even seen it!"
"Yes, but I just feel in my heart I belong there. I have dreams about it!"
"Well, whatever kind of crazy dreams go on in that head of yours kiddo, your home will always be here."
"I guess so. And stop calling me kiddo! I'm eleven already!"
"Ok then, l'Il call you 'Your Majesty'" They laughed in unison.
And there they sat, until the sun retired and the stars presented themselves.