A/N: So sorry, been busy with school and lack of motivation, but I am determined to finish this story so here is the second chapter! This will alternate between views of Robin/Loki and the Avengers up until Chrom, Lissa and Frederick are introduced, I needed to set background. Afterwards, we will be seeing the avengers actually watching him and seeing what he is truly like. There will be no bashing of anyone except slight Thor and heavy Sif/Warriors Three bashing.
It seemed like it had been forever since the last time he had been there. Loki (no, Robin, he needed to think of himself as who he was before) looked around at his two friends in the kitchen of his home with him. They had been his greatest friends while he had been there and they had ultimately been the ones to give him the support he needed when his mother on this realm had perished due to illness. Less than a month later he had been summoned back to Asgard and back to all of the misery that was being alone there.
No one back home, if he could even call it that, had ever appreciated what it was that he could do. His magic and his mind were truly his greatest assets and none had ever given him much thought for it. His mother, on any realm, had always been the only one on his side. But this had been different.
On this realm, he had friends who cared about who he was. Friends that appreciated him for simply existing. He may not have been the best with an axe or sword, but he did have at least passing skill with it in Asgard. Here, he had flourished with the sword. It was not something he would like to wield every day, but it was most certainly something he could say that he felt comfortable using aside from his tomes. He still prefered his daggers.
All of this had naturally been the reason that Lo- Robin had decided to come back here, that and he still had friends living there. Which, in the four years he had been gone, had started dating and gotten married- to each other! It was truly an amazing thing to come back and find that your friends were an item and they had a family. He had felt odd the first little while being back, but that feeling soon vanished as he was welcomed back with open arms.
"Robin, how have you really been, man?" His ginger-haired friend asked him as he walked over. "You been okay?"
"Yes, I suppose I have." Robin found himself answering. "It was so hard losing my mother, you know? She was my rock. I never knew my father and she never told me who he was. All I know about him is that he's dangerous. She hired some of the greatest swordsman to teach me how to fight because of it. Said that if I ever meet him, my best bet is to run the other direction and not look back. I went looking for any other family I might have. Figured they should know their relative was dead."
His mother's parents were still alive, that he knew, but he had never been told who they were either. He supposed it didn't really matter since they probably already assumed their daughter was dead.
The two men looked over at the blonde, Greta, and smiled as she played with her and Daniel's child. "Enough about that, though, how are you?" He asked as screams echoed from outside. The two adults looked horrified as Greta rushed around and hid herself and the baby while Daniel got Robin to hide.
"What's going on?" He asked, looking around. The physically eighteen-year-old asked as he was shushed. When the screams stopped, they came out and he demanded answers.
"That was bandits raiding the town. Gangrel hasn't been doing anything to stop them. They roam freely and he even employs them." Daniel scowled.
"I won't let this continue," Robin said. "We have to do something."
"There isn't anything we can do," Greta said, walking over to them. "King Gangrel hasn't given a true damn about the people since before he took the throne."
"Well then, perhaps we should go to someone other than our noble King."