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Cale stepped out of the Bifrost and closed his eyes as it closed behind him, leaving both boy and wolf standing there in a grassfield in the middle of nowhere. He closed his eyes and let his hands tangle into Shiro's fur, the wolf nuzzled him, whimpering as he picked up on the man's emotions. "Yeah I know Shiro…" he sighed. "We'll find our way back to the hidden paths again. But for now, all we need to do is wait...SHIELD will come to us. Or someone will come to us but...for now we're home buddy...only four months later." He slumped down on the grass and waited for Shiro to curl up beside him before he fell back against his side. "Wake me up when they get here Shiro. I need a nap."

Shiro huffed at him and let his head fall into his paws, it was his job, always his job, to make sure his two-legged companion stayed safe. After all, he had done the same for him several times since they'd met. "You're thinking too much," Cale laughed at the wolf, stroking his fur. "I can feel those wolfy cogs going over in your brain." He took one last look at the sky before closing his eyes and reflecting why he was here in the first place.

When Cale loses his temper...boy does he really lose it. The God of Thunder was deep in discussion with his father when the doors practically explode inwards in a burst of green fire and boiling rage. Thor brushed off dust and wood from his clothes and froze when he saw the young man standing there, his face twisted in anger. "Caelum?"

"You!" he hissed at Odin, appearing to ignore the guards running down the corridor. He is almost consumed by fire and rage, in fact, Cale lets himself relish in it and fuck it feels good. "When I first met Loki I thought it was just because it was him, being the God of Lies and all that crap but this...you're a monster! No better than the foes you claim to fight against!"

Thor has no idea what is going on. "Caelum?" He holds his hands up to stop the guards, the god knew that Cale couldn't hurt his father, he's not strong enough for that but both Asgardian's could see the anger in him.

"Perhaps you should inform me what you are accusing me of," Odin suggested, his voice dead straight. "And be careful the tone you use, you are a guest in my home." The King of Asgard could feel the rage coming off of him in waves.

"You muzzled Loki like a dog and then...you muzzled her!" Cale scowled, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. "You muzzled my mother! She's not an animal!" His usually bright green eyes were glowing as he threw a photo down and slammed his hands on the table. "Why?!"

Thor picked up the photo and pressed his lips together in a grim line. "This...she is your mother?" he questioned before showing the picture to his father. "How is this possible?"

Cale cocked an eyebrow. "Well when a man and a woman love each other very much...or in many cases just want to-"

"Okay, okay I understand!" Thor cut him off, holding his hand up to silence the boy. "Father-"

"She gave herself up so you wouldn't kill me," Cale hissed at Odin. "I wasn't even a year old when she left because she was worried you would kill me. Me, a fucking baby!" He'd felt anger in his life before but this...this took the cake so to speak. "I want two things...to go home...and this time I want to say goodbye or I will make this world burn!" Truthfully Cale didn't know what he could actually do to phase the King of the Gods but right now he was angry enough to do anything.

"I will grant your wish to return to Midgard, but not to speak with Lorelei," Odin answered, watching Thor give back the picture. "She is muzzled for a reason Caelum, her voice ensnares the hearts of man-"

"Not my father and not me," Cale cut him off. "Look, you don't have to...fucking hell I hate you so much right now, I just want to speak with my mother...please...have a hundred and one guards on us...I don't care...just let me see her and then send me on my way." The teenager wanted to say more but Thor pulled his father aside and the two spoke in hushed tones whilst he could feel the guards with their weapons against his back.

"I cannot allow this," Odin finally answered. He turned to the teenager, "I will not allow this and you will be escorted back to the Bifrost, Caelum, Son of Nathan."

Cale's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "I will burn this place to the ground for this. I don't know how but I will hurt you. You should have left well enough alone when I was a child, as far as I'm concerned, my father's death is on your hands. You're more a monster than Loki will ever be." He turned, nodding to Thor before he was escorted from the room.

"I will see him off father," Thor assured his King. The Asgardian followed Cale's pace, matching him step for step until he got to his quarters. "I should apologise-"

"It's not your fault Thor…" Cale sighed. He held the photo against his chest and closed his eyes, "she wrote a letter and left it for my father before fleeing in the middle of the night. When I was old enough...dad read it to me and made sure I knew every line. I hate Odin for what he's done...I know she did some bad things herself but she's still my mum Thor. I just...can't help but think about what could have been if she was left alone…"

"There are factors here Caelum that are more complicated than you would know," Thor warned him. He clapped the teenager on the shoulder, "but you have been a good friend to me since we fought side-by-side back on Midgard. Pack what you wish to take with you and then I will take you to say your goodbyes to my brother."

There was something in the god's voice that made Cale stop, a look in his eyes that made the teenager question but at the same time stay silent. He nodded and immediately hurried about the room to gather the things that he wanted to take with him, those mostly being books and various notes he'd taken on magic. "Okay, got what I wanted."

As he'd been packing, the God of Thunder had managed to get the escorting soldiers to return to their duties. Thor waited by the door and escorted him out.

Shiro's ears pressed back against his head and a growl rumbled in the back of his throat at the sound of an approaching quinjet. Cale opened an eye followed by the other before he got to his feet, there was a flash of red and gold that shot through the sky ultimately landing in front of him before the wolf could even stand. "New suit Tony?"

The Iron Man mask retracted as the quinjet landed. "Cale you're four months late!" the men grinned before pulling him into a crushing hug. "And you adopted a pet! I feel like I should yell at you and ask where have you been since you were under my care when you vanished. Since you look like you should be in a renaissance fair I'd say you've been on Asgard."

Cale crossed his arms against his chest and snorted. "Oh yeah I've been on Asgard learning how to use my powers and at this point I'm pretty sure I'll never be allowed there again after threatening Odin." He shook his head, "Tony, I don't really wanna talk about it okay? I just...want to go home."

Tony glanced around Cale and tilted his head to the side. "Yeah okay but...where is that gonna fit?" the man questioned. "Cause he won't fit in the lifts let alone your room."


Feigning sleep was easy when you're flying, just close your eyes and let your mind wander...he pushed out the voice of the SHIELD agent trying to catch his attention and immediately Cale sought out the God of Mischief. The contact that the pair had over the months was usually with a cell between them, when Loki learnt that Cale was being essentially thrown out of Asgard, the god had been furious with not only his father but with Thor and his mother for allowing it to happen. Cale assured him that there was nothing Loki could do but it still hurt to be pulled away from the world he'd become comfortable with.

It wasn't a dream when Cale appeared in the cell, merely a projection of himself, a skill that he'd learnt off Frigga when he'd asked her about astral projection. Loki was sitting on his bed reading a book, the page he was on no longer taking interest to him when he noticed his cell had another occupant. "Caelum." Loki still looked angry, why Cale didn't really understand but then again Loki always held a fury in his eyes that the teenager didn't know what to do with. He closed the book with a snap and sat it on his lap. "Why?"

"Because she'd my mother and I'm sick of seeing that...man think he has the right to do the things he does," Cale growled. "When we first met you were muzzled like a dog...and seeing my mother like that...I want to make him burn…" he hissed in anger. He slumped against the wall and buried his face in his hands, "what kind of a person does that make me? That I want to hurt someone and will enjoy doing it?"

"Real," Loki replied. The god got off his bed and crossed the room to lean against the wall beside him, "I knew it the moment I met you that there was an ambitious and calculating nature to you and all it needed was some prodding to come out. You're like I was when I was younger, innocent and small."

"Innocent and small?!" Cale quoted. He pushed off the wall, "fuck you Loki Laufeyson." Before he was able to pull his projection back to reality, Loki's thin hands were wrapped around his neck and he'd slammed Cale back against the wall.

"You may be a projection, Turner, but I can still cause damage," the god hissed. "Disrespecting your betters warrants punishment."

Well shit, Cale groaned. He closed his eyes, "get off me…" he rasped. When the hands didn't move, his eyes flickered open and Cale glared at him definitely. "If anyone...is innocent and small, it's you...daddy issues." He took a hand off those around his neck and went to punch the god in the face only for Loki to drop him.

"You're not worth the energy," Loki quipped. He stepped away, ignoring Cale as he picked himself up and crossed back to his book. "I do not think we need to meet again. You know enough to be able to stop yourself from intruding in my dreams. Our deal has ended."

Cale clenched his fists. "Thor was right not to understand this...why I keep coming back to you despite the way you speak to me, treat me like I'm less than dirt and yet I still, still have feelings for you. An arrogant sociopath." He laughed. "I'm just as fucked up as you are. Bastard."

Loki stopped in his tracks. "Excuse me?!" The god spun around and stared at him, a hundred things running through his mind.

"Laugh it up Loki," Cale sneered before he forced himself back into his body.

More time must have passed than Cale would have thought, when he opened his eyes, the teenager was lying in his bed in Stark Tower and Shiro was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in and he sat upright, ignoring the raw feeling in his throat, Cale rubbed his neck and went to climb out of bed as the door opened revealing Tony. "Where's Shiro?!" he gasped.

"Downstairs in the garage," the man answered. Tony's eyes moved over Cale's body, arching an eyebrow at the red marks around his neck and how...grown up he actually looked like. "You wanna take a shower and get changed? Nat and Clint will be here in a few hours. You can fill us all in when they get here about what you've been up to."

Cale glanced at the bathroom then back to Tony. "Thank you Tony...I'll be out in a little bit." He rubbed his throat again and decided to use the shower to figure out what he was going to tell them.