CHAPT 5 - FANGIRL THOR MAKES AN APPEARANCE.

Lol, ok guys, I tried really hard to speak like Thor.

I ended up scrapping it coz it was horrible. So now we have Loki's POV instead.

Also I really like the Nat that's in the MCU. Not much of a fan of miss emotionless, so she'll show more emotion.

I also don't think it fits for Loki and Thor to call Percy, Percy. So he's gonna be a Perseus on the two god's POV's:)

Oh and guys, I'm trying to keep this as light as possible but with what Percy's been through, it won't always be that way, this chapter happens to have some mentions of abuse from our least favorite step father.

Loki Laufeyson POV

I was in the midst of talking with Perseus in his room when my oaf of a brother practically broke the door down trying to enter. He had the most idiotic smile on his face. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want you brute?"

Perseus stared at him with raised eyebrows and blinked. I looked again to see what was so weird before rolling my eyes again, Thor was almost jumping up and down trying to contain his excitement. "Brother!" He said, the word sending a pang through me. "You will not believe this!"

Percy muttered something about Tyson and smiled.

I rolled my eyes at my brother - again. "Did you find more pop tarts?"

He frowned. "I did not." Then he seemed to remember the excitement and another stupid smile replaced his frown. "It's Perseus Jackson! The great hero!"

Perseus once again blinked, his mouth parting slightly. I closed my eyes in irritation, "Just because he shares the same name as the hero you and your friends" My anger spiked at the thought of the Warriors Three and Sif. "Fawn over, does not mean he actually is the hero."

Thor shook his head. "No brother, look." He pointed to Perseus's head. "He even has his streak of white from when he took the burden of the sky from Lady Artemis."

I rolled my eyes. "It is rude to point you rampaging Bilgesni..." I stopped when I layed my eyes on the white streak through his hair. My eyes examined his face again. I murmured to myself "Eyes as green as the sea." Quoting a line in one of the books about the demigod in Asgard's library.

Perseus looked away and fiddled with his fingers. "I didn't know the Norse knew about me. I mean, I've met a few from my time with Magnus, but I didn't know your version knew of me." I blinked, my only show of surprise.

Of course I knew what he meant. Each pantheon had different versions of themselves. The Greeks had a serious side of themselves, more strict and harsh when it came to punishments. The Romans found them when they took over Greece, adapting to that harsher religion and giving them new names. That is one of the only Pantheons that's counterparts have been discovered.

Our other version of Norse is fairly similar to us. One of the biggest differences though, happen to be the fact that Thor is not my nephew but rather my adoptive brother.

Perseus to Thor. "Who are you? Loki's brother obviously, but, can I get a name?"

"I am Thor Odinson, god of Thunder." He said, dropping his hammer and kneeling.

Perseus looked extremely uncomfortable, it was highly amusing. "Uh, um. Could you- you don't need to do that." Thor stood up smiling. The hero's eyes clouded a bit like he was listening to someone, then with an annoyed undertone he muttered "Shut up Apollo." The sun shone brighter into the room as if it were laughing.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow "The Sun god?"

He shrugged. "The gods have been talking to me since I've been arrested - while I'm alone I mean. When Tony walked into my cell earlier, Apollo was giving me some music to listen to." He smiled. "So. Thunder and Mischief." He said changing the subject. He looked like he was going to say more but the streak of white brushed before his eyes and he frowned. "That was fading, I didn't want it to though. Annabeth and I both had one and it kind of linked us together, we were thinking of dying it white even after it faded. But then we fell ..."

Thor's face turned grave. "Aye, the pit. I am sorry for your loss. The Titan and Giant. They were your friends?" He nodded absently.

"The stress of that place hit us both hard. We ended up walking out of there with our streak back to its original colour." He laughed. "The seven did a double take. They'd never seen us with such a vibrant white in our hair, they weren't there when I was 13." Then he said, more to himself, "I had my 17th birthday down in that pit."

His eyes were still distant, still remembering the loss of his two friends and the horrors he went through.

Perseus cleared his throat. "Can we keep the whole 'demigod thing' on the down low for now? I just- I don't know what would happen if a government agency knew about my family." I nodded and glared at Thor who, when seeing my glare, nodded hastily as well. He smiled, "Thanks."

For the next few minutes, Perseus told them about his friends and the funny experiences that they went through from the age of 12 all the way to 2 weeks ago.

We were so deep in conversation that when Stark's disembodied servant spoke, I had my daggers out within a second along with my magic at the ready. Perseus had his legendary sword Anaklusmos, Riptide, out within the same time. Thor took a second longer readying his hammer.

"My apologies for startling you, Mr. Stark told me to tell you that Lunch is served." The servant said.

Perseus snorted. "Nice way to shift the blame."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson."

Thor smiled. "Let us go and have our sustenance." The demigod shrugged and walked out of the room towards the stairs.

Thor and I walked towards the elevator. I hated to admit it, but I was impressed with the mortals for coming up with such an invention. Without magic of course.

"Where did you get your daggers from. We took them from you when you came to Asgard." Thor frowned. The memory of my trial and the look on Mother's face made my heart ache. If only they knew. If only Thor had looked to my eyes, seen the colour. He would've known.

The thought of Thor's dimness made me roll my eyes. "Those 'daggers' that you took from me were an illusion. Still are, sitting in wherever they took them. I stole the real ones."

Thor gapped at me.

Percy Jackson POV

I ran up the stairs taking in the conversation that had just happened minutes before. I was living with two Gods. Two gods that knew about me. Two gods that I knew nothing about.

JARVIS guided me towards the dining room, where Thor, Loki, Steve, Tony and three other people sat. I looked at Loki. "How'd you get there before me?"

The god smirked and shrugged, "We used the elevator. You used the stairs."

Everyone except for Thor who was eating a pop tart, watched the exchange with confusion. "Touché" I said sitting down next Tony and smiling at him.

"Hey Kid. Let me introduce you to everyone." He pointed to the only female at the table. "That's Natasha but we call her Nat. She's known as the Black Widow."

"It's nice to meet you." She said smiling slightly, she seemed nice, but when I looked closer, I could see how on guard she was.

"This is her partner" He paused then whispered "Not lovers. I mean their both agents of SHIELD." Then he went back to his normal tone. "Clint, also known as Hawkeye for his sharp eyes."

"Which" Clint butted in, "Allow me to never miss a shot and see a lot of things normal people wouldn't."

"This is my science bro Bruce. He's also the most bipolar person you will ever meet." I hid my smirk, thinking about how bipolar my dad and Apollo were. "When he gets angry, he turns into this big green monster called the Hulk."

I looked at him. He didn't really look like he thought of his other side as a gift. I smiled warmly at him. His eyes looked shocked, so did everyone else, like they were expecting me to bulk.

Tony cleared his throat. "And then there's Thor. He's a god." I nodded towards him. He grinned at me. "And you've already met Loki and Steve."

I nodded. "Nice to meet you all I'm Percy."

Throughout lunch, Clint kept staring at me, almost studying me. It was a bit uncomfortable. Especially when he also started tapping in different patterns. Nat joined in, almost like they were having a tapping competition.

Or speaking to each other.

Morse Code.

They were talking about me in Morse code. Studying me. It made me uncomfortable. Having both there gazes on me and not knowing what exactly they were talking about.

Everyone else seemed oblivious, talking amongst each other. Even the two agents were smiling like nothing was going on.

That is until Clint cleared his throat to say something whilst turning to me. "Hey Percy. I was wondering what that white streak in your hair's from." I raised an eyebrow at him and he elaborated. "Yeah, stress. Of course, but what stress. You seem really laid back."

I set my knife and fork down, putting my elbow on the table and resting my cheek on it, noting the way that Steve was looking at it the same way Nico and Hazel would, no elbows on the table. I ignored it and thought of a way to answer the question. I settled on the one thing that would seem the most boring. "School. It's ... really hard. I'm ADHD and Dyslexic. Because of this, teachers usually give up on trying to teach me. I usually come home with something below a C. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually try to get better, but the only thing I'm good at is Latin class."

Bruce and Tony frowned but Clint just nodded. "And ... those white spots on the border of your lips?"

I froze. I couldn't help but to touch my lips, and savored their ability to move them without pain. I sat up. "When I was eight ..." I swallowed, everyone had their attention on me now. "Well, I had this stepfather since I was three. Gabriel Ugliano, I called him Smelly Gabe."

There were a few snickers but Natasha seemed to note my unease. Seemed to search for the secrets.

"My mother and I hated him, but mum needed him, not for money, he didn't really have any, but, to keep me safe in ways you could never understand. But it came at a price. He was abusive." I saw Clint, Bruce and Loki stiffen. "When I was eight, my mum had to leave for two months. Her boss needed her for a conference to open up another shop somewhere in another state.

"Which ... left me alone with him and his buddies ... for two whole months." I swallowed down the lump in my throat. My eyes pricked. "Th-they complained about me screaming too much, said I was alerting the neighbors. So they." I steadied my breathing. "They sewed my lips shut. I couldn't talk for a whole month and a half." Everyone had gone deathly pale and wholly still. "They took the thread out two weeks before my mum came back, giving them time to heal without raising suspicion."

I looked at Loki who seemed to be locked in memories of his own, Thor looking at him in grief. I saw the sunlight gutter a bit and I knew the gods had heard.

"I'm sorry." Clint murmured. "That must have been very traumatic."

I forced a shrug but my eyes still stung from the echo of pain. "Doesn't matter anymore, he's gone now."

I locked eyes with Loki and the understanding in his eyes horrified me.

Everyone slowly merged back into their own conversations and I finished my lunch.

Yeah ...

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