Okay, maybe I have to be tell you more clearly but this will be Loki/Percy. That means MalexMale. Now you have been warned properly so don't blame me if that's not your cup of tea.

On another note, thank you for the support! I smile every time I open my computer and see all you amazing people who have favorited, followed and reviewed. You are the best *smiles goofily and points at computer screen*

And like the last two times, don't feel shy to point out things you don't understand or anything that is grammatical incorrect. I edit it myself and there is bound to be mistakes. Thank you! :)

PJOforever: Thank you for your kind words! Yes it will, at some point, be a Percy/Loki story, I haven't really decided when, yet :)

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Tony was bored and he didn't want to listen anymore. Fury had gone on and on about what had happened in Stuttgart and there couldn't really be anymore left to talk about. Well, at least not in Tony's opinion.

But Fury, well he continued to analyze every single detail about the attack with the other Avengers. And it was so unbelievableboring. Tony would've been able to spend his time in a much more productive way if he hadn't been forced to attend this meaningless meeting.

He sighed and began to fiddle with his phone that he had been foreseeing enough to bring. The genius had never been to one of SHIELD's debriefings before but he had been able to guess from earlier experiences with the organization's people. And boy, had he been right.

"Hey, Capsicle!" Suddenly all eyes were on him, not that it bothered him, he was quite used to it after all the years of fame. Instead he kept his eyes on his phone while he spoke. "That girl you talked to, what was her name again?"

The Captain hesitated, probably wondering why Tony was asking him about that. He had most likely told them that in the beginning of the meeting. "Her name is Annabeth, she never told me her last name."

The billionaire hm'ed interested for the first time since this hell began. "And her friend, Percy was it?" When the blond nodded in confirmation Tony continued. "And how old do you estimate that they were?"

"Stark why are you asking this?"

"Just answer the question, Cap."

The soldier sighed but obliged. "They looked like they were around eighteen, nineteen years old."

"Don't you all think it's weird that a guy who is only eighteen years old would be able to take down Cap here without a single problem?"

The room went quiet. It was weird and Tony was surprised nobody else had thought about it. Well, perhaps he wasn't the only one. The Captain was trying to avoid everyones gazes and his eyes were darting around the room suspiciously. When he met Tony's eyes the inventor arched his eyebrows not impressed. The blond flinched and quickly broke away from the eye contact.

Like he said, suspicious. But he would let it slide for now, maybe he would even get something out of keeping it secret? He grinned when he imagined the good captain on his knees in front of him. That was something he wouldn't say no to.

When their eyes met again Tony smirked suggestively and the other's blue eyes went wide. Such an innocent man, Tony couldn't help but wonder if he was a virgin. It would be fun to dirty him up a bit. Pepper wouldn't mind. A light blush spread over the blond's cheeks and Tony's smirk widened. Very fun indeed.

Alabaster was practically fuming. Out of all the people on the planet he had to share room with, it had to be the person he hated the most. He couldn't understand why Loki would do this to him, the god knew how he felt about the son of Poseidon.

But perhaps that was why. Loki wanted him to bow to him, to know what kind of power Loki held over him. And Alabaster wasn't exactly stupid (if he had been he wouldn't have survived those years alone after the Second Titan War), so he already knew that the God of Mischief had almost complete control over him.

He glanced at the other boy who was still kneeling on the concrete floor with a dazed expression. Alabaster almost felt sorry for the boy. At least he was free to be himself, Jackson had to be under Loki's mind-control and Hecate's son knew from own experiences that it was terrifying. To be trapped in your own body unable to break free. Heaven knew what Loki did to the other demigod to make him look like that. He shuddered.

But right now he had more important things to think about. He knew what Loki wanted him to do, it didn't mean he understood why, but Loki had said it wasn't necessary for him to. A weary sigh slipped past his lips. He closed his green eyes, and concentrated.

He conjured a picture of Loki into the air. It was transparent, like a ghost from a movie. For every second he kept up the spell the image looked more and more real until it was impossible to tell the difference between it and the real Loki. When fake Loki was as good as he could be, Alabaster drew a card out of his pocket. The demigod willed the image of Loki to move itself onto the thick paper card, lined with strange runes.

His eyes were now a brilliant green colour, as they always were when he used magic, and they were focused on the paper. A perfect copy of the god was smirking up at him, clad in his golden helmet with horns and his Asgardian armor. As stated earlier, Alabaster had no clue as to why Loki would want this or why he couldn't do it himself. The god was a much more powerful and experienced sorcerer than him after all.

Another glance at Jackson told him that the older demigod would stay in his doped state for awhile. Since he had no interest in watching that and he wasn't allowed to kill him, he decided to leave the room. If he stayed he might kill him anyway, out of boredom. But you only killed Loki's playthings if you had a death wish and since that wasn't the case either, he didn't risk it by staying.

His thoughts strayed, as they often did nowadays, to Ethan. The sorrow clenched his heart and if he hadn't become so used to keep his tears back, they would've fallen. It wasn't fair, Ethan hadn't deserved to die. It didn't go a day without him wishing he could get Ethan back. His friend. His brother in everything but blood.

And everything was Jackson's fault! The sorrow was burnt away to be replaced with hate and he felt like he was boiling with repressed feelings. The pity he had felt before vanished and he couldn't comprehend why he had felt it in the first place. He didn't deserve any.

If Loki hadn't ordered him not to, he would've killed that awful son of Poseidon as soon as he was left alone with him. Would've ripped his arms from his body and made him choke on his own blood. That would be fair. That would make him pay for Ethan and all the other unclaimed demigods who had fought in the war. Who had died in the war.

Alabaster continued to walk through the passages, steaming, and the people he met on the way knew not to bother him. They had seen the green-eyed boy in this mood before and understood the importance to not stop him. At least, not if they wanted to keep their limbs intact to their bodies.

I will figure out a way to destroy him. I will find a way to make him pay!