This chapter took a little longer to write and I haven't had the energy to write much, school has been pretty exhausting lately. But a weeklong break is coming up and I hope I will be able to write more then.

I'm not quite satisfied with the ending and it felt a little weird but I wanted to get this out and I couldn't figure out a better way to write it. Hope you enjoy it anyway and that it's not all bad :)

As always, please tell me if something doesn't add up or is spelled wrong. I am far from perfect and have a tendency to write some sentences like I would in Swedish.

Disclaimer: It doesn't matter how much I love these two universes, I won't ever be the owner of them

Loki listened while the scientist, Dr. Selvieg, explained how the portal was meant to be opened. They had everything they needed, the only thing that remained was a place. He wondered if his demigods knew of a good position.

A smirk spread over his lips, his eyes sparkling with glee. His demigods. They were so much fun to toy with! Especially his new one. Perseus Jackson. Loki was now grinning like a madman, remembering how the son of Poseidon had kneeled. How he had gazed upon his master with worship in his wide, emerald green eyes.

In that moment, Loki had felt unstoppable. It was weird really, how a young little boy could make him feel so powerful when he had the whole world at his feet. Unfortunately, the spell he had used on the boy had craved a lot of energy and Loki was still tired from it. He wouldn't be able to use it again for some time.

"Loki!" The god raised his gaze and it locked onto his young magic wielder. Alabaster were stalking forward with purpose and his gaze was fierce with determination. "Control your fucking pet! I refuse to stay in that room with him any longer if he can't be fucking quiet!"

Loki watched the brown haired demigod with freezing eyes. "Is that how you're supposed to address your leader, Torrington?"

The teenager's anger cooled down a little at the words, but his vibrant green eyes were still burning with hate. But not at him. The god of mischief smirked mentally. No, it didn't matter how much the young son of Hecate hated him, he would always hate Perseus Jackson more.

"My Lord." Loki just stared at him with an unimpressed gaze. Alabaster scowled but lowered his eyes a bit. "My Lord, could you please tell Jackson to keep quiet so I don't go mad in there."

"Well, since you asked so nicely, little traitor." He sneered at the boy and he could see his minimal flinch at the nickname. That was the reason he kept using it, of course. It was amusing how the boy reacted to the word when he claimed that he had done nothing wrong. That he had fought on the right side of the war.

Loki didn't care the least about earlier wars that had raged on Midgard, not if the knowledge weren't useful to him. But this war, the Second Titan War as it had been named by the participants, just happened to interest him a lot. Not only because of the obvious difference between a war of half-gods and celestial beings and weak mortals, but also because of the Titans themselves.

He had pressed Alabaster on all the information ha had about the immortals, trying to find a weakness he might be able to use on a different Titan. A Titan that had him on a leash at the moment. And if there was anything Loki despised, it was to be treated like he wasn't worth more than a simple dog. Like an animal you could do as you pleased with.

The tall god scowled and the demigod who was trailing behind him faltered slightly in his steps. Perhaps he could feel the magic swirling angrily around the Asgardian, or Loki was bad at hiding his feelings.

In any case, the boy kept quiet which Loki was grateful for. He didn't have the patience to deal with more than one rebelling teenager at the moment.

When they reached the door to Alabaster's and Perseus' quarters, he could immediately hear how whimpers and choking sounds found their way out through the steel door. And when Loki swung the door open and strode inside the first thing he saw was the source of the sounds.

The son of Poseidon was lying on his bed, his body twisting and turning while his fingers was clawing at his face. His tan skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, mixed with blood from wounds on his arms and face.

A quiet intake of breath behind him told him the other demigod had seen the state of his roommate. But at the moment it wasn't important. Three quick steps later, Loki was standing next to the writhing teenager. He extended his hand and with an uncharacteristic gentleness did he place his hand on the boy's forehead.

Perseus gasped loudly and his body arched off the bed at the same time as his eyes flew open to show them their abnormal blue color.

"Shh, my little one." He said, his voice soft but his eyes gleaming. "It's alright. I shouldn't have left you here alone. From now on, you will stay by my side at all times." A malicious smile curved his lips.

"I will never let you go, little demigod."

Steve blinked his blurry eyes open, confused as to what had woken him up. When he eyed his surroundings he discovered that he was currently resting in one of the chairs in the debriefing room. Well that explained the ache in his back and neck then.

"Finally decided to wake up, Sleeping Beauty?" An amused voice asked him. With a jolt he turned around, only to be met by the smirking face of Howard Stark's son.

Steve scowled. "What do you want, Stark?"

"Oh my, someone's grumpy in the morning." The dark haired man let out a chuckle at Steve's answering glare. "Anyway, you missed quite a lot when you were out so you might want to catch up on the current news."

Steve, deciding to ignore Stark to the best of his ability, stood up and stretched, his joints popping. The brief flash of pretty chocolate-colored curls and a soft smile on blood-red lips made his body ache from a completely different reason, but he pushed it away like he had done ever since he had awakened after the ice.

With a soft sigh, to quiet to be heard by Stark, Steve walked out through the door and into the hallway. He walked with purpose, determined to find out what Stark had meant when he had said that he had missed things.

The thuds of another pair of feet behind him made him grit his teeth. He hadn't known Tony Stark for more than a day, and he already found the man's presence to be almost unbearable. Not only because of his resemblance to his father, but also because of his annoying attitude.

When he talked, he acted like everybody should listen to his every word with awe and amazement, and that everybody should worship the very ground he walked on. The only one he seemed to respect was Bruce, and that was because Bruce was a scientist too and therefore, at least in Starks books, a smart human being.

Steve couldn't figure out why SHIELD had even recruited the guy. Sure the Iron Man suit might come in handy, but then the man maneuvering it had to be able to work together with the others in the group. Which he couldn't.

But since Steve understood that if this team would be able to function properly, they couldn't afford to fight with each other. And that was the reason he clenched his jaw so hard he could almost hear his teeth crack and tried to pretend the older (or younger, it depended on how you looked at it) man didn't exist.

Which didn't bother Stark in the least, because he continued to grate on Steve's nerves with his endless annoying chatter and remarks about things he couldn't understand. The man also took great pleasure in trying to embarrass the blonde by talking shamelessly about his… sexually encounters.

Steve fought the blush that wanted to spread over his face with vigor. He would rather withstand an eternity of the awkward "Talk" he had had with Bucky when he had turned fifteen than let Stark know he had succeeded in making him uncomfortable.

And of course, as soon as he thought about that person, it came. Another rush of sadness and short burst of memories. Like a short movie with the highlights from that persons career. A happy laugh, joined by sparkling blue eyes. A hand just out of reach, and a terrified expression as Steve's best friend fell to his death.

His breath hitched but it was too quiet for the other superhero to hear or notice. These memories, reminders of what he had lost, they never became easier to remember. Friends he had lost forever. Howard. Bucky. Peggy.

"Oh, look at that.It looks like everybody is already waiting for us." The drawl that was Tony Stark's voice jerked him out of his depressing thoughts.

He snapped to attention and quickly scanned the room. An unknown man in strange clothes stood in the back of the room.

"Rogers", the no nonsense voice, who couldn't be mistaken for anyone else than Director Fury, said. "Meet Thor Odinson of Asgard." The big and very muscular man with blond hair grinned at him in a friendly way.

"Thor is also known as the god of thunder and he is brother to Loki, god of mischief. The man you fought against in Stuttgart, Captain."