I don't use a beta, so any mistakes are my own.

I do not own any of the Marvel characters in this universe, I only own Caelum Stark, some parts of the plot and any other OC's I make up. All rights to the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Marvel Comics go to their respective owners.


He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there in the top branches of the tree he was perched in but the light in the sky was starting to dim, signalling to Cale that the day was starting to end. Something had to be done because Cale highly doubted that he wanted to be stuck out here all night without even a jacket to keep him warm or anything to protect himself. The wolf had brought him through to Asgard by the way of a hidden path, something that Loki had not long finished teaching him about. When he'd tried to go back the way they'd come, Cale found himself stuck when it came to three tunnels going in opposite directions. So naturally he'd returned to the tree to go through his options. There was always Thor but...how could he get into the city without Odin knowing about it? His father had always maintained his opinion on how dangerous the monarch was and how very far away from Asgard Cale should stay but...well he was stuck here now and there was no way back...yet. He was going to have to bite the proverbial bullet.

A whine at the bottom of the tree alerted him to the fact that his wolf friend was back. Cale landed on the ground just as the creature shook off, sending water in every direction. "Have a bath did you?" he laughed, patting the beast on its side. "Don't suppose you could take me back home could you?" Cale asked. When it looked at him with a blank expression on its face, he sighed. "Guess not. Come on wolf, we need to see if we can find someone to help us."

Cale let his senses spread out around him as he walked through the trees, he was following his energy towards the first sign of life. "You know, if we're gonna be friends, I should at least give you a name." The wolf nudged into his side, nearly tripping Cale over as they walked. "What about Ghost? It's all very Game of Thrones."

The wolf huffed at him. "Okay so what about Snow?" More huffing. "You're stupidly picky you know that?" Cale chuckled. "I'm just gonna call you Shiro and you're gonna like it." He could have sworn the beast snorted at him, an action which the teenager completely ignored. The two of them continued through the woods, Cale following the energy as the light continued to fade. He could only hope that they found someone to speak with before night fully descended and god he was so hungry at this point that he would eat anything offered to him. He should have taken Pepper's advice and had breakfast that morning. Cale tensed when he heard a growl in the back of Shiro's throat, the beast's ears were flat against its head and he could see huge teeth from hackles raised. "What is it Shiro?"

There were voices in the distance and voices meant people.

But not good people. The wolf by his side was tense and before Cale could do anything, Shiro nuzzled the human beside him and managed to worm him onto his back before he bounded through the woods. The hairs on the back of Cale's neck stood on end and he threw his hand up in the air to create a shield bubble around him just before an arrow shattered against the shield. He swore under his breath and practically plastered his body against Shiro's back so he could hold on for dear life. They were hunters, they had to be. It made sense, people on Asgard had to live as well but this wolf was still just a puppy and Cale suddenly wondered where his mother was.

Cale gripped Shiro's fur and immediately launched himself off the beasts back and landed on the ground behind him. The beast came to a halt and he waved him off, using just a bit of power to push the creature into the trees. "GO!" Cale yelled. He curled his fists and pushed more energy out around him before he practically set the world on fire. Green flames spread out around him and he smirked at the feeling of men being slammed off their horses. Cale hated hunters with a passion, more so than he realized now.

Cale grinned when he heard shouting and yelling only to have it fade when an arrow hit the tree beside him. He swore under his breath and ran off into the woods, choosing a path different to the one that Shiro took, he could have flown but he wanted them to follow him. Dodging branches and tree roots at the same time was something that he'd done many times with Clint, the whole arrow part of the chase was also part of the regular training arrangement they had.

He stopped in his tracks when a man on a horse came into view. The man was wearing armor that looked important...like he wasn't a regular hunter. Cale pulled fire to his hands and threw it outwards to spook the horse, he turned to run and slammed into another armored man that reminded him of running into Thor - something Cale had done on a number of occasions back on earth.

Instantly he froze and held his hands up in surrender. "I give up," Cale blurted out.

"Who are you?!" the man demanded to know. He removed his helmet as two others approached him, one of which forced the teenager to his knees. "Where did you come from? You are not of Asgard!"

"Earth," Cale answered, "I'm from Earth...I'm human." A little white lie never hurt anyone, not at this point anyway. The man looked at him with sheer disgust and stepped away to speak with another in a tone low enough that Cale couldn't hear what was being said. He strained to hear but managed to get himself clipped over the back of the head by a guard holding him into place. Before he could object, Cale was dragged to his feet and literally dumped on a horse. "Hey!" he grunted, tempted to push back when the guard mounted behind him. "Buy me a drink first."

"Silence mortal."

It was the only warning that he was going to get so Cale took it in stride and fell silent. When he'd first met Thor and managed to ask him about Asgard, wanting to know about the world his mother was from, the gods description hadn't really done the city justice. It was just so...golden. The city itself appeared to be built into the rock, large structures with sweeping terraces top many of the cliffs; gleaming pyramids, statues, and columns surrounded the palace {which reminded Cale of a giant pipe organ like the ones that were in churches}.

The guard stopped in the middle of a courtyard beyond the gates of the royal palace and Cale was practically dragged off his horse unceremoniously which caused him to trip. A roar of laughter spread across the yard and Cale's face blazed scarlet. He went to jump to his feet only to stop when a sword kissed his throat. He froze and the fire instantly died down in his hands as his eyes met the warrior holding the blade. "Identify yourself mortal," the guard warned, his voice sharp and alert. Cale held his hands up as another guard pulled him to his feet. A few years of training with a master assassin did not even begin to match up to thousands of years worth of Asgardian training. "How did you get to our realm?"

"That's none of your business," Cale answered. "I request to speak with Thor. We fought together on Earth...I mean Midgard." He wanted to lower his arms but at this point he figured that even the slightest movement might get his head chopped off. The teenager fidgeted and frowned when he heard a crack of thunder travel across the sky, seconds later, the God of Thunder landed on the ground with his trademark jovial smile on his face. "Thor!" the teenager called out.

Thor shifted his hammer and slung it over his shoulder. "Friend Caelum! Heimdall just told me that you had arrived in Asgard. How did you get here?"

Cale lowered his hands when the guards lowered their swords. "Honestly? Not a freaking clue," he lied. "There was a wolf and then it all just got really blurry and now I'm here. Surprise. So if you can just send me back to earth through your magical rainbow bridge I will be perfect. Kay?"

Thor cocked his head to the side. "Caelum, I would take you to my father," the god told him.

"I don't want to meet Odin!" he objected. There was actual fear in the teenagers eyes. "I really, really don't want to meet your father."

"Nonsense Caelum!" Thor boomed. He clapped Cale on the shoulder and steered him away from the the group of soldiers. "I have told him all about my friends on Midgard. Yourself included, my very young friend. I hope the soldiers were treating you well."

"They were hunting," Cale frowned. "A wolf came through to Earth and it was...injured then somehow I ended up here after I healed it. Can you...I dunno...stop them from hurting Shiro? I kinda like the pup."

Thor arched an eyebrow. "Asgard wolves are larger than your mortal ones. The beast would be huge and you've managed to tame yourself a loyal companion." He held a tight grip on Cale's arm, practically pulling him until the teenager eventually gave up and went with him. "You are always welcome here under my protection friend Caelum."

"Cale," he corrected him. "Just call me Cale. It's easier and sounds less snobbish." Cale ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "is there any way that you can send me home? JARVIS sent me out to deal with this wolf and poof, I've just vanished."

"The choice is up to my father," Thor explained. "I don't desire to cause a problem when it comes to our people or your people." He continued on his way down a series of winding corridors and eventually they came to something that Cale could only describe as private quarters as a door was opened by one of the guards. Thor nodded at the man and waltzed right in, giving Cale no choice but to follow him. "Mother, father, I bring a guest with me. This is my friend Caelum, son of Nathan from Midgard."

Cale froze when he came face to face with the king and queen of Asgard, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. The teenager was both parts terrified and excited, a meeting like this was not something that happens all the time. He stopped beside Thor and bowed his head ever so slightly in greeting to the two figures...Odin and Frigga, when he was a child they were just figures in stories his father would read to him before bed and now here they were...actual people sitting before him having what appeared to be a light meal alone. "Um...you have a really nice realm." What the fuck was that Cale?

Frigga was first to her feet. The queen adjusted her pale yellow skirts and walked over to Cale with a motherly smile on her face. "Welcome to Asgard Caelum, son of Nathan. Do not feel troubled over your arrival here, fate has a funny way of taking us where we need to be even if we do not want to be there. I am Frigga, mother of Thor and Loki, wife to Odin, come, join us."

"You have nothing to fear from us," Odin spoke gruffly. "Take a seat."

Thor practically pushed Cale to sit down in one of the two empty chairs before sitting himself. "There, they will not...bite you Caelum."

Biting is not what I'm worried about. Cale sat his hands in his lap and sighed. "Look, I'm really grateful that you're not killing me or whatever for getting here through the backdoor essentially but I really want to go home."

The queen studied him closely and leant back in her chair. "I sense my son in you."

"Thor's right here," Cale frowned. He glanced sideways at Thor who was blissfully unaware and helping himself to whatever food was on the table and making a plate for Cale as well.

"No, Loki," Frigga corrected him. She reached forward and pressed a finger lightly against his temple. "My son is imprisoned and yet your energy is similar in a way to his. Explain this."

Cale shrugged. "Dreams?" he frowned. There was no point in lying to them about what was going on. "I sleep, I dream, it's weird but I'm used to it at this point. Can't control it so Loki's helping in his own way just to get me out of his dreams."

"You cannot trust anything that comes from him," Odin warned. "Especially when it comes to the games that my son can play."

Keeping his mouth shut seemed like the better option than to snap back at that comment. "I just want to go home okay? Midgard, my home. I'm supposed to be sitting in an exam."

"I think you should stay," Frigga urged. "If only for a while, gifts like yours need to be appropriately explored, your heritage nurtured. You are part Asgardian are you not?"

"You are?" Thor asked before Cale could.

Cale nodded. "Yes Thor, my mother was Asgardian. Her identity of which I don't feel like discussing as of now but...I can't go home?" he asked Frigga, looking at the queen with an expression of worry on his face.

"Not right now," the queen answered. "But soon you should." Frigga got to her feet and urged Cale to follow her. "Come with me, I am overdue for a visit to my son anyway. I'm sure he could use the company."