Author's Note: Shocked I'm still going lol. At this point, I'm letting my imagination take me wherever it's gonna take me which is why the chapters are so long. I will never produce 400-500 word chapters. Naw baby, you gone dig deep into this story with me. I'm having fun with this and I hope you're having just as much fun reading this.

-In Asgard-

Week two of being grounded was going terribly and it was the weekend, the time Peter and I normally spend together, yet another thing taken away, but I'm the Goddess of Mischief, I always find a way around things and recently I learned how to double myself to make it seem like I'm somewhere that I'm not. So my doppleganger was sitting in my room, studying, responsive to everything – and I was recording a live feed so if dad came in, I heard everything so when I actually got home, I wasn't out of the loop if he questioned anything. Nobody knew I was in Asgard, not even Grandfather Odin, and come to think of it, I have no idea why I call him that.. my whole family dynamic is confusing but I love it. The first person to notice me was my Grandmother Frigga.

"Artemis?" She whispered, her eyes wide. I swallowed thickly, nodding behind a shy smile. They only call me Artemis here, yet another thing I'm not opposed to. "Come to me." I quickly shuffled to her with my head down. No one else in Asgard really knew who I was and I was wandering around trying to find Heimdall so I could find Loki. I really needed him right now, I hadn't seen Peter because I wasn't allowed to talk to Peter for the entire time I was grounded and I didn't have anybody but Peter – being a social outcast and all, and the friends that I do have, are also Peter's friends too, so I had to make some kind of sacrifice and become even more of a social outcast. On Asgard, although I wasn't 'known', I also wasn't unknown either.

"Hello Grandmother..."

"How did you get here?" She asked, taking my hand, leading me to her and grandfathers chambers which used to be my favorite safe space as a baby.

"Uncle Loki taught me a few things, and other things just came to me… I'm not really sure how… it's pretty cool, the magic just comes to me but I don't know how!" My hushed tone becoming more vibrant and loud; when I turned to look at Grandmothers' face, her eyebrow was raised. "I really need to see him, Grandmother..." tears pricking my eyes. My Uncle Loki was the only one who really understood me. My dad was a social master; everywhere he went he got all the attention, but me on the other hand? Just Tony Stark's daughter…he keeps my name out of the media for good reason and I appreciate that, but high school is hard. The daughter of a genius who doesn't know who her mother is, also the daughter of an Avenger, which makes me feel like a target at all times sometimes, AND on top of that, dealing with boy issues and trying to do some digging on who my mother is since no one will tell me.

"I will take you to him, but you must promise me that once you are done, you will return home safely, tonight. I will send you through the bifrost which will now be your form of travel whenever you want to come see us, all you have to do is think of Asgard and Heimdall will hear you. Splitting yourself in two and using a doppleganger can only last for so long before your magic wears out, little one. So promise me. I do not want your father to worry." I nodded, chewing on my lip. I never thought about my magic wearing out. "Now come, let's go see your mother…" I nodded, taking her outstretched hand, completely missing what she had just said because maybe it was a slip of the tongue. The longer we walked, the more my brow furrowed; it felt as if we were walking towards some type of prison cell.

"Where are we going, grandmother?" It was pretty funny how easily I could turn the Asgardian verbiage on and off whenever it was necessary. Grandmother was quiet for awhile, then she spoke.

"Loki was imprisoned and has been since the last time you saw him." The last time I saw him? I was twelve! We stopped at his cell and there he was, in a big glass box. In a BIG. GLASS. BOX. I let go of my grandmothers' hand and ran straight to the glass, phasing through it easily. Jesus, he was so out of it, he hadn't even noticed I was there and Frigga had left us alone. I tried to be careful to not step on any glass or trip over a table or something and I sat in front of him, looking into his eyes, they were void.

"Uncle Loki…" he blinked slightly as I touched the side of his face, moving his hair. "Please…see me. Talk to me…" he sighed and leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. "How long have you been here?" I wondered, running my fingers through his hair. I knew Uncle Loki was a 'villain', but the last Uncle Thor told me, he had done his time, he paid for his sins and was only playing mildly severe practical jokes on people, but as far as I had known, he was good. If the last time I saw him was when I was twelve, I'm almost sixteen now. He had been here for almost four years and I didn't know. Heimdall used to talk to me when I was a small baby, but it was nothing that I could make out and the older I got, the less I could hear him. 'Heimdall what happened?' I thought out loud.

"Your grandfather believed him to be a threat, your majesty. As soon as he and Thor returned to Asgard, Odin had him locked away. He has lost more and more of himself everyday without you by his side." I brushed off Heimdall calling me 'your majesty' because that was the least of my worries. I felt an all too familiar anger in my chest rise all too quickly. Something was happening and I wasn't about to try to control it either, too many things were confusing me. Why had grandmother called Loki my mother when Loki is a man, that's not physically possible; Why had Heimdall called me 'Your Majesty' when I am of no royal blood? Why was Loki imprisoned for ALMOST FOUR YEARS?! Before I could contain it, I let out a shriek, alarming the guards, and before I knew it, lightning. Thor.

"Wh—Artemis, What is the meaning of this?" Before turning to face him, I placed a kiss on Loki's knuckles, making a silent promise to get him out of this. I stood, facing Thor, trying to not soften because let's face it; I love my Uncle Thor. He's one of the best Uncles ever, but I'm not talking to Uncle Thor right now, I'm talking to Thor: God of Thunder.

"Why has he been locked up?" I kept my question short.

"There are things going on here beyond your knowledge Missy.." Dammit. He called me Missy.

"I'm the kid of a genius, Thor. According to doctors, I AM a genius. Please, just tell me. I think I can help him." I pleaded, being called Missy broke every wall I had that was up. "I can't stand to see him like this." Thor sighed, his eyes flickering from me back to Loki.

"You know, you are just like him in many ways, Artemis. Maybe Father will listen to reason if it comes from you." The entire time this exchange of words was occurring, I noticed Loki shift a little, something he hadn't done the entire time I was there.

"Do not—" I turned so quickly I would've given myself whiplash. Loki. He cleared his throat before standing up. "Brother, we both know how unforgiving Father can be… maybe if she knew the real reason I was in here…."

"No, Loki." Thor growled. I had actually never heard that tone in his voice before.

"Okay now I'm confused…."

"I do not like lying to her, brother." Lying to me about what?! What is happening!?

"Uhm, hello! I am still here!" I squeaked, waving my arms around. Thor looked at Loki and Loki back at Thor, and before Loki could manage another word, Thor was gone.

"Come." Loki grunted out as he stood up. I quickly shuffled to him, everyone knows how close I am to Uncle Loki, he's been my security blanket since I was born. Whenever Dad was on a business trip, I was with Loki, whenever Dad was really busy with something, Loki was there. He was like a second parent, but less strict. He sure as hell handled my emotions better than the sometimes-emotionless Tony Stark. Loki was cold and calculated to everyone else, except Grandmother Frigga and I. Loki pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me and I felt every problem I've been dealing with lately wash away. I knew this was what I needed. Before I knew it, I was crying, and not for me either. Loki had managed to remain locked away and silent in this glass box and I was unaware the entire time. I came here, to talk about my life, my dad's love life (or lack thereof), not see my uncle in a cage.

"You do not need to worry and do not cry for me either, my beautiful Artemis. I will get out of here, I always do." I could hear the faux confidence in his voice.

"Please let me help you. Uncle Thor was right… Grandfather does have sort of a soft spot for me. Maybe I can get you to come back to Stark Towers with me? It's a lot of room and I think Dad needs the company of another adult…" Loki was silent for a long time. "Please? Heimdall told me you haven't been yourself since we've been separated. And if I get you to come back with me, we can go shopping, and get your hair all fixed up because I'm sorry but you don't look like the old God of Mischief that I know." Loki sighed again, making a noise that I can only assume was that of annoyance because he knew I wouldn't stop.

"My persistent d—neice. Do what you must, but remember that whether I am locked in here forever or another day, I will always find my way back to you." He cupped my face with his hands and kissed my forehead, bringing me in for a hug. "No one will ever keep you away from me again." I nodded, inhaling his scent once more before leaving to find grandfather. Time itself was different on Asgard, where it had been a few hours since I had been there, it had only been twelve minutes and sixteen seconds back home; my doppleganger still sitting at her desk, doing AP Chemistry homework. Dad hadn't checked in once, which meant he had passed out in his lab like always, meaning I had a few more hours before he woke up. As soon as I was out of Loki's presence, I made my way to Heimdall who happily greeted me with a hug. I've spent a lot of time with Heimdall as an infant, learning the ins and outs about Asgard and the bifrost.

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" He asked, smiling down at me. I sighed and sat on the steps leading up to the bifrost.

"I need to know where Grandfather is…" I absent-midndedly twirled one of my black strands in my fingers. "I have to talk to him…"

"Odin is with The Queen, in Thor's chambers. They know you're coming." I rolled my eyes, of course they did, and I was bringing Hell with me for what was done to Loki. I nodded, hugging Heimdall.

'Thank you.."

"Anything for you, Artemis." I nodded and smiled, walking back down the bridge to Asgard. When I found Grandfather, he was stern but there was a smile in his eye.

"What are you doing here, Artemis?" He asked, probably already knowing the answer.

"I want to know the truth, grandfather. Why is Loki locked away? And I want to know If I can bring him home with me. I promise he is of no danger, but it's just me and dad at home and sometimes…. Sometimes I need Loki. No offense Uncle Thor—"

"None taken."

"Uncle Loki gets me and he's always there for me and I know he's a bad guy but….he's not a bad guy when he's with me! What did he do that was so terrible to lock him away for almost four years?" I saw Grandfather, Grandmother and Uncle Thor all look at each other. I sighed and rolled my eyes, Asgardians were really good at the secrets thing and I didn't feel like pressing the matter. What I wanted, was simply Loki's freedom. "I'm begging you here, as my family…please, going through my teenage years is rough, I know you all know how heavily I rely on Loki and it breaks my heart to see him like this. I promise, if he's with me, he will be no threat. He won't be a superhero, but I know… I don't know how I know, but I know…he doesn't deserve this. I don't want to be away from him for another four years because of something he did that you won't tell me about. It's not fair." I huffed out, trying to not throw a temper tantrum.

"My dear Artemis…" Grandfather started, pausing, "I will send Loki with you, but there are stipulations… he will be stripped of his magic until he has proven himself to me, he will have to live a normal life among you and your father, who I am certain does not know of your whereabouts. I am granting you this, because—"

"You need Loki." Grandmother cut in. "You need Loki the same way Loki needs me, even though he does not wish to admit it."

"I hope you can forgive us—"

"Us?!" Thor cut in, "Oh no Father, this was all you! I do not wish to be on Missy's bad side. I only did as I was told, but I had no major parts in Loki's imprisonment." I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"So I can take him home? I mean, not home home because Asgard is his home but…"

"Asgard isn't a place, my darling." Grandmother said with a soft smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Anywhere, can be Asgard for Loki, and it seems to be….it has always been with you. Go to home. You will know how to release him." I nodded, running off to the prison chamber Loki was in. He perked up just a fraction when he saw me coming.

"Loki!" I was so excited I rushed through the glass, which actually hurt this time, meaning it was a sign that my magic was wearing off. "It worked…" I groaned through the pain I felt. If this was what it was like for your magic to wear off, I hated it. It felt like I was being stabbed with little knives.

"Artemis?" Loki stood, towering over me as I kneeled to catch my breath.

"Grandfather, he's letting you come home with me. He's giving you your freedom… I know you don't like Midgard, but…..I don't know if I can keep seeing you like this." My eyes filled up with tears, it was too much to see someone I love in that much pain. Seeing him as a shell of himself hurt more than anything I could ever imagine.

"Would your father approve of that?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow. I smiled sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

"Let me figure that out, okay?"

-Back of Earth/Midgard-

The bifrost set us right in front of Stark Towers. I swallowed thickly because I knew I'd be confronted with hell itself. "It'll be okay." I kept whispering to myself, tightening my grip on Loki's hand.

"It will be okay, my darling." Loki repeated. I nodded, walking into the building, breezing past every security entrance for obvious reasons. In the elevator, a voice rang out, slightly startling Loki.

'Ms. Stark, Mr. Stark is awaiting your arrival.' Of course he is, I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you Friday." I mumbled dejectedly. The elevator dinged, and the door opened, and there was my dad. "Hi Daddy…" I said in a hushed tone, but his gaze wasn't on me. It was on Loki.

"Loki."

"Stark."

"Daddy, please don't be mad. I—"

"I'm not mad, but we will have a discussion later because clearly, you have a knack for defiance and as much as I admire a good prank, a good bout of mischief, it's starting to really piss me off, kid. But let me talk to Loki first." I nodded, smiling a little when Loki kissed the back of my hand, mumbling that he will be alright and can fend for himself against 'The Man of Iron'. I trudged to my room, taking a second look at the both of them, noting the tension flying around in the air. As soon as I reached my room, I collapsed on the bed, screaming when I looked up at the ceiling.

Freakin' Peter!

"NAT, YOU OKAY?" Dad yelled from the living room. Peter nodded at me, so I coughed, clearing my throat so I didn't sound like I was in danger.

"I'M FINE DADDY! TRIPPED OVER SOME BOOKS!" I lied, making my doppleganger disappear. It was only 1:30pm, Saturday afternoon, but I was exhausted from spending all day on Asgard.

"Where have you been all day?" Peter asked, hanging from the ceiling. I frowned, opening my arms for him to get down.

"Can you get down from there? I don't want you to get hurt…"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt mys—" and with that, the web snapped and he fell right on top of me.

"And this is why you should listen to me." I grunted, whining when he just flailed like a beached whale instead of getting off of me. "I was in…." Shit. Peter doesn't know much about Asgard, most people think it's just Norse Mythology and nothing more, but Loki is here and I can't lie about that. "I…went to visit my grandparents in Asgard." I mumbled quickly, I completely forgot that Peter surfaced AFTER Loki tried to take over the world. We were practically babies then though, so there's no real reason why he should really know about that unless he's been "De-briefed" by Fury….or daddy.

"Your grandparents are…..Gods?" Peter asked, eyes wide. I nodded again, swallowing thickly. I didn't want him to see me in a different light because of it and I didn't really feel like explaining again how I don't really know my mother and all the things I found out today.

"But that's another story for another day, dad is with Loki, I'll fill you in on that later, but what I want right now…is to hang out with my best friend, but we have to do this the right way, I am still grounded." I said, matter-of-factly.

"How long are you grounded for again?" He asked. I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"Three long weeks, so I have one more week to go. It sucks not seeing you through the week and having to do the whole sneaky thing…I have to act like I'm interested in Avengers business to get to spend five minutes with you… I miss you." I rambled, blushing at such an admission of feelings so candidly. I had never really admitted that I liked Peter. Dad had instilled in me that there was absolutely no dating until I was 18, but my feelings for Peter were different. They came out of nowhere, it basically just happened, but I didn't believe in fairytales or happy endings, and I didn't want to ruin a friendship over feelings if he didn't return what I felt. Fifteen going on sixteen is an awkward time! I always told myself I would never date in high school, I'd wait until it was over because most people break up when they go to college, and also If I'm being honest with myself, I didn't have the heart to deal with a breakup, but for some reason, Peter gives me hope. I just didn't want to blow it.

"I-I miss y-you too…" Peter whispered after a long pause. I sighed, chewing on my lip.

"Down you go, Spidey-boy… go to the front, use your Avengers security clearance and ask daddy if you can spend some time with me. He'll appreciate that." Peter snorted, leaning in quickly giving me a quick kiss on the lips before hopping off of the balcony. I was frozen. What the….WHAT THE?! He kissed me! He….why did he kiss me?! I touched my lips and sat on my bed. What a day…

Author's Note: Please Please Please Review! I cannot stress the importance of reviews enough! They keep people like me going to get actual feedback from y'all. I appreciate every follow and favorite as well!

Also: I'm really going to keep this story going for as long as I can, just enough to where it feels like an actual book to me instead of just a small online story.

PS: Nat and Peter are going through their teenage years together. Stark's sexuality will be questioned later on, so don't give me no shit about it. I want what I want. Loki is a shapeshifter. There, I said it. Not explaining anymore. You'll have to piece it together for yourself. Also going by Norse Mythology, Loki has three children already that only Odin, Frigga and Thor know about. If you don't like where the story is going, or if certain non-heterosexual things make you nervous, don't continue. :)