Thor had gone back to Äsgard. As expected. Loki knew the punishment would end up with Thor back home no matter what. He tried to get past that but he still felt peeved about it. The golden boy could do no wrong…

His father sent the destroyer, a stupid idea but who was he to judge the Allfather, to test Thor and the brave fool almost killed himself to save Lady Sif. Almost as in Loki used a small spell to make him fall before the energy beam could touch him, injuring him but not killing him. Mjölnir apparently decided to give him back his power and before he could do anything, Heimdall teleported them back to the eternal realm.

If someone asked him why it ended without big fight, he would just laugh. Even Odin knew the might of the destroyer, few warrior could fight him and even if Thor managed to do it, the destruction their fight would cause, would be disastrous.

He shrugged and went back to look as the child. While he was still very smart for a young Midgardian, he was still 4 years old and prone to mischief and mistake. Ever since they managed to get him out of the bedroom, he latched himself to Loki and if he ever let go of him, it was to go to Angrboda.

He really was like Loki when he was young, thirsty for love and approval. The smile on his young face when Loki or Angrboda praised him was brighter than the sun.

The sorceress used most if not all her time to look after him or work around the house. Loki had asked why she did not use magic and she told him it made her more satisfied to do it this way. Not that he did not help. The look on her face when he tried to avoid it or use magic made him humor her and do as she told him. He was not scared, not at all… maybe a little.

As the child did not know his name, they decided to name him Harrold Lokison. For formality sake, they arranged legal paper to be made in a city they passed by. A few charm and the official signed everything they needed.

Angrboda choose the name Sylvi Lokison while Loki took the name Loptr Lokison. He tried to tell himself that it was just to make things easy but the smile on Sylvi face told him he another story. He was not disappointed per say, he just wished to have his freedom longer before fate made him her bitch again.

Still, their relationship had got back to the point of sharing the same bed and resume their "close" relation so he just shut up and accepted it.

Anyway, the kid was growing on him, he showed a lot of talent in manipulating his magic, even if it was just levitating his toy and launch himself at Loki or Sylvi.

She choose to be called Sylvi over Angrboda, as the origin of her name was less than pleasing.

Stopping his musing he looked at Harrold as he was playing with his toy dragon. He would need to settle somewhere if he wanted him to have a decent childhood. While he thought about it, he remembered a place where he saw a multitude of "gifted" kid learning how to use them.

If he remembered correctly, it was near New York, The school for gifted children.

While he was thinking and entertaining Harrold by making the dragon plushy fly around him, Sylvi entered the room and cupped the young child in her arms. Tired, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched her shoulder.

"I think we should settle somewhere."

Sylvi was startle by his statement. She did not expect him to be so adamant in raising the youngling.

"Do you have an idea on where you want us to go?"

She was delighted by this turn of event, Loki finally accepted to settle down with her. The only down side was the low fertility of their race, she just hoped it would come soon. The child he had were Sigyn were Norn send, Frost giant usually had one child by century, even if they were male and changed partner, a natural phenomenon that made them very loyal to their mate.

"I sensed a lot of power near New York, a "school" were children learn to use their gift. I hoped to send him here."

He looked at the window and changed the path of his house, directing it to the school.

XoX Xavier PoV XoX

"Oh dear…."

He was panicking, it was a long time since he felt panicked.

He did not like what he felt. Somehow, On… Two powerful magic user were going in the direction of his manor. While he did not feel any hostile intent, he knew one of them. Stephen strange passed by to explain the situation when he contacted him about a powerful presence appearing out of nowhere.

To have the Norse god of mischief coming his way was a blessing and a curse. If he managed to have his protection, few would dare and succeed in harming his charges but if he felt like it, he could "prank" them and he did not want this kind of attention.

Somehow, his youngest charge, Wanda Maximoff, was acting more openly as Loki approached. It made her brother smile more and it finally downed on him that she was a magic user and not a mutant.

While the two were almost the same, magic required a more "adept" hand to guide the young one. Maybe Stephen could help….

XoX Fury PoV XoX

He was furious, no pun intended. He did not have the opportunity to speak with the Norse "god". As soon as he spoke, the connection stopped and when he tried again, he got no answer.

Was it a prank, or was this alien ignoring him? One thing was sure, He needed to get in touch with him. Earth could not fight alone and he missed his chance with Thor when he disappeared after his fight in New Mexico.

It was time to start the avenger initiative.