Chapter 4

White light blinded the two boys as their pooling energies went out of control. The two flinched backwards as the dangerous power burst and sputtered into nothing. Another failed attempt.

Narfi grit his teeth, frustrated and worried, he glanced about an listened for any heavy footsteps. He could not let the guards know of what he was doing. Confirming that no one had heard the commotion, he looked up at Vali.

Vali's face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was visibly trying to control his breathing, his small frame shuddering with each breath, curling inwards slightly in exhaustion, fingers trembling slightly. He had hoped his older brother would not notice, with no such luck.

Narfi once more babied his little brother, voice laced with worry and brotherly concern, so caring, so soft and kind, it was difficult to imagine that he was the main person to lead the rather malicious plan.

"Are you alright brother?"

Vali nodded his head slightly, curling in even more if that was possible. His dark hair covered his face, his small hands clenched slightly.

" We should eat. We will need the strength if we are to continue."

Vali was young, his magic not fully developed nor practiced enough to conduct such high level spells. To pull out every drop of his magic, pool it and meld it with his older brother's, all the while controlling and directing it was taking its toll on the young sorcerer. Narfi knew his brother's seidr arts were not strong yet, such a large strain on the Seidr channels in his small body would tire him easily.

Unlike him however, Narfi was extremely adept in his magic. A genius just as his father. When he thought about it, he was extremely alike to his father. By appearance, him and Vali were almost identical to their father, dark hair, thin and lean frame, tall and obviously radiating an air of grace. In fact nearly all of his siblings resembled their father.

Fenrir's dark but messy hair was long and spiky. He was more bulkily built, most likely due to his second form. Eye's a bright gold, he was often surrounded by street boys who found his boyish banter fun. He was extremely perceptive, just as his father. The only difference was that he was impulsive and brash in his actions, even if he understood the situation, he would still resort to a solution that involved brute force. He was easily agitated, extremely active and extremely prideful, some traits that possibly came from his mother who was a famous hot head but he was genuinely Loki's son.

Jormun was the opposite of his blood brother. Thin and lean, his limbs were agile and quick. He was silent and a thinker, complimenting Fenrir's loud clumsiness. When Fenrir and Jormun fought together, they were an unstoppable pair, one of force and another of wit. His hair was short and a dark brown, in resemblance to Angrboða's dark chocolate hair. His small eyes, beady and sharp were a golden yellow like his mother.

Hela was a whole other story. She was extremely intelligent, the clever girl always quiet behind her dark long hair that fell and reached her waist. Her eyes were completely different from her brother golden and green one's, a deep black that always complimented her attire. Her skin was paler than the others but when she smiled, her eyes twinkled just like any other girl, beautiful in her own authentic way. She was always the mediator between the children's mischier, a voice calm and commanding. She had potential in both the art of politics and war, being quick to understand the complicacies of adult life. Often she was the one who gave Narfi and Vali critique on their magic when their parents were not around. She was also Fenrir and Jormun's second mother, reprimanding them for whatever reason.

Lastly there was Sleipinir. His story was not as how the stories had written it. The tale of their father becoming a mare and bearing an 8-legged horse was far too absurd! Their family had laughed it off as jest but deep down they knew that Thor's simple act of revenge would forever be burned into history. Loki had cursed at Thor for weeks, finally forgiving him after Thor had begged his brother to change his green coloured hair back to normal. That was something to laugh about, Odin and Frigga's faces wore stoic masks but deep within, chuckles could be heard from the old couple when they thought they were alone for the day. Sleipinir was merely Loki's magic experiment gone wrong. He had pooled his magical energy but in some odd twist the magic formed the 8 legged horse so in a way, Loki had "birthed" the horse. Thor had seen his opportunity to take revenge on his brother's pranks, traveling to Midgard and spreading the news of his new 8 legged nephew. Even if Sleipinir was not technically Loki's son, he was a product of his powerful Seidr, a part of him and therefore the horse was held dear to the family.

As Narfi and Vali made their way to the dinner table in their cell, generous amounts of food lay in front of them. They weren't technically in a dungeon, they still had all the things that they had before. The room they were in was still golden and beautiful, their beds soft and comfortable, food to the standards of Asgard's royalty. The only thing was that they were not allowed a step outside the locked room.

Narfi grit his teeth once more, clenching the fork in his hand tightly.

To be locked here in this manner! I am no prisoner! I have done no wrong! How dare they belittle me so!

His time in the room was something like timeout in his room. A timeout that did not have a time when he would come out of.

Narfi angrily shoved the mashed potato into his mouth, fuming and irritated, he decided that such emotions would not do well to their plans. He needed to be clear minded in the execution of their plan. He looked up at his younger brother who sat in front of him, picking at his food.

I'm doing this for him. For all of us.

"Brother."

Narfi blinked, embarrassed and caught red-handed at staring at Vali who pointedly looked up. Emerald eye's met and a terrible silence ensued.

Vali cleared his throat, eye's darting about now, planning his words.

"What if the plan doesn't work?" He asks innocently, voice small.

Narfi's gaze was still upon the young boy who now shifted uncomfortably in his seat, food long forgotten.

Slowly and clearly, Narfi spoke with conviction.

"It will not fail. I will make sure of it."

...

Narfi's face was grim and serious, the silence in the room was deceiving, the area where they had just crashed through echoed with sounds of malfunctioning circuits and the S.H.I.E.L.D agents panicking to keep the ship's components from exploding.

Fenrir sneered, baring sharp teeth, fur bristling and all in all menacing. Only Vali wore a mask of indifference, fists clenched tightly onto Fenrir's long fur as anchor to the large wolf's back.

"We demand to know where the prisoner is held." Narfi said flatly.

Fury's single eye narrowed, swallowing down his fears and clearing his throat.

"I'm afraid we can't do that."

Narfi's expression darkened instantly.

"Then you will face the consequences."

Fenrir growled louder, claws scratching the metal ground.

"Narfi?"

The trio of brothers turned towards the new voice. A man clad in Asgardian wear, his usual armour on his triceps and his crimson cap not present. His hammer was not in his grasp either.

Narfi gave Thor a sharp glare, a twitch of his eyebrows the only sign of recognition.

"Uncle."

Thor fidgeted, what were they doing here? They were supposed to be in Asgard, under the Allfather's strict order to stay locked in their rooms, a timeout of sort. It was rather demeaning, the boys were placed under such embarrassing confinements! Already being criticised over who fathered them, this definitely gave gossipers more to feed on. All of Asgard stayed silent in the presence of royalty, but even guards often slipped their tongue and poisonous words would meet innocent ears.

Tense silence ensued, neither party knowing what to do exactly. The agents in the room were growing more nervous by the minute, 2 super-human teenagers had just hijacked the Helicarrier on a giant snarling canine. S.H.I.E.L.D had had its fair number of extra-terrestrial and abnormal encounters but this was beyond them, the things they encountered were never teenagers who looked like typical highschool-ers who should be riding school buses not giant monstrous wolves.

Fury was the first to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"What's the meaning of this? Thor?"

All eyes were now directed at the Asgardian prince, laced with question and worry. Thor shifted in his position, standing ram rod straight to address his 3nephews.

"Fenrir, Narfi, Vali Lok- what are you doing here?" Thor left out their last names with knowledge that they held much contempt towards their father, ever since that incident….

The boy regarded his uncle no not uncle for a moment, carefully choosing his next words.

"Where is he?"

Thor's brows narrowed at the direct-ness in his nephew's voice. It was so foreign and cold, so distant. To Thor it sounded as if the voice was hardly from his nephew at all, whether he had used his magic to alter his voice. He had hope that it was not, that his nephew was not so bitter that he would abandon all family ties.

But this was real.

Narfi's voice was so much like his brother's, it stung his mighty heart to the core. Many thought him to be mighty and without weakness. Who would believe that the mighty Thor's heart swayed at his nephew's mere voice. That his heart shattered, no already shattered.

Thor's heart was shattered, just as his family was.

...

After Loki's fall, Frigga had broken down depressed though as Queen of Asgard, she had to maintain her stature and appear indifferent. Thor's heart shattered at his mother's now rather cold gaze, something dead within her eyes now.

Odin seemed unfazed by the fact his brother had fallen, his death crafted by his own terms. Odin had appeared cold and indifferent. Thor was not sure whether it was the same as Frigga however, or if Odin had truly felt any love for the son either. He did not know what to think of his father, was Loki ever loved? He wasn't sure. During Loki's short funeral, when the ship was burnt as it drifted off, Odin had stood, posture seemingly indifferent. He had moved away when procedures were done, leaving Frigga to mourn for her son and Thor for his brother. Why did he leave so soon?

His nephews and niece, he'd been distant but something foreign was in his heart. He could not express his outward protectiveness towards them and thus it had remained as a relatively cold relationship. But deep within the mighty man was a small part he prided, he prided in his nephews. Despite monstrous and vile blood, they were his nephews. When they were not sent away to Helheim or Midgard's waters or locked up. He'd always become the subject of their pranks and idle antics, tricks that he would often complain to his brother about. How he had scolded his brother in him passing on his womanly arts and mischievous ways. It was unbecoming of men, but they were his nephews and niece in the end and they would always have a place within the Odinson's heart. He'd loved them all dearly, deep within his heart, secretively, until the incident.

She was so beautiful, at first she was to become Thor's bride as part of Asgard and the Vanir's sign of peace and trust. The Aesir-Vanir war was full of bloodshed, a tale Thor and his friends often regaled in. She was young and beautiful yet Thor could not, would not, be with her for he held no love for the Vanir, the race that had dared defile the Allfather's name, sought to question his ruling. The war had been just about that. The Vanir looked upon the Asgard with a resigned but angry stare, vengeful spirits subdued for the moment. Peace was not a concept he supported, especially at the expense of his brother. At least until he saw Loki's gaze fall upon her. He had never seen his brother look so…. Longing.

With Thor's denial of marrying the woman, the second prince was to marry her. Loki did not object but was rather reluctant. Odin had not been very opposing with the arrangement and the council had demanded, Thor being favoured by the council of wise men had been pardoned. Loki was to take up the important political unison.

Only after the thousands that had died because of it.

"In the name of Asgard, I shall take this Vanir as my wife."

Thor remembered Loki's forced words. As much as he admired the goddess from afar, marriage seemed a little rushed. He was young to be married to Sigyn, who was fairly young as well.

They did not bed each other, both far too "different" and being young, embarrassed to what they had been forced into. The two warmed to each other however, surprising Thor and more so infuriating him.

The relationship had been cold at first, both were not ignorant of the recent war though both did not partake within them. Despite Thor's endless prattle of warrior battle, Loki had resigned to trying to quell political matters. Sigyn had merely been a woman, not a warrior and therefore did not involve herself on the battlefield. Slowly however, Sigyn saw the qualities within his brother, qualities he did not understand and therefore did not acknowledge.

His brother, married to a Vanir! The very people who had gossiped against the Allfather! She had the blood of Iwaldi! Even if her maternal side had been Freya, the goddess of beauty and love, Iwaldi had been an influential mind. The man who had managed to convince any of Odin's misdeeds! How dare they!

As time passed however, Thor could not hold hate them. They were gods, they had millennia to release the anger and wisen with time. He saw the beauty that Loki had seen much faster. His brother so perceptive and open minded.

Thor remembered how Loki had proposed a peaceful treaty between the Vanir and Asgard just before the war. It had been a cowardly preposition, and the council had turned it down, leading to the Vanir's sure demise. The Vanir had already been battered by Asgard's previous raids. After the retaliation however, Asgard's forces had destroyed many families, children and women perished….

And Thor had been so willing to kill.

Sigyn was kind for a Vanir goddess, beautiful and kind. She had changed his brother in ways he never knew. Loki was never one to show sentiment but with Sigyn, oh he was so very gentle! Loki had become soft around the woman. Despite the forceful situation, they eased in with each other with a fondness no one would expect from a forced marriage. And now Thor thinks, he had denied it because he believed that maidens were maidens, nothing more but pleasures to men.

Though he knew the woman would never be able to love him the way she did with Loki. They were just too different. Sigyn, like Loki had a mind that was sharp, a total opposite to what she appeared to be, a mere beautiful woman. She was a lady who believed in clever political tactics, much like Thor's brother, agreeing to her husband and supporting his suggestions. She always held the same questioning gaze his brother gave him, she was cold towards the man who had killed her people with his swords so mercilessly. He was her brother regardless and thus was forced to become part of the royal Asgardian family. Yet, only to the Asgardian family. She was cold to every Asgardian, just as they were to her. The only being she could truly relate was Loki and her children.

But that did not sit well with the council. She was still a woman and a Vanir. Her marriage to Loki had not helped if not aggravated her treatment in Asgard's halls. She was often the thing of Asgard's gossip, to be a Vanir and married to the ugly 2nd prince! They did not try to hide their sneers and they were oh so very foolish to do so. Sigyn was a magician and with great powers no one had thought the woman possessed, snapped back at them, daring them to ever utter such defiling words at herself and her husband. From then on, Asgard had a very famous quote.

"To jest of Loki and his spouse is to ask to be cast into Muspleheim's fires."

Times were good even through the tough cold and uneasy situations, until another war arose and tested their relationship. The dark elves had snatched Loki away from his lover, Asgard needed him as his Seidr matched the dark elves. Forced into the battlefield, Loki craved no bloodshed and had been reluctant but duty as the prince called.

The battle was long and arduous, men fell from both sides. There had been so many bodies littered about but finally after long and tiring battles, the dark elves were driven away and Sigyn tended to a certain raven-haired trickster.

Trickster he was because without Loki's magic, the dark elves army would have been unseen, hidden behind their magical cloak, waiting for Asgard's army to march forward vulnerable from the sides. Their plans were ruined with the removal of their magical shroud, panic spread like wild fire and the defeat of the Dark Elves and their leader were made known to all of the nine realms by the Asgardian warriors proud yet tired cheers, the glorious battle to be told for many years except for the Ergi whose tricks meant little in the art of battle.

When the military forces returned, Sigyn was not prepared to deal with a war traumatized god. The sight of his brother had been unpleasant, never had Thor seen his brother's steely resolve crumble to nothing.

In the heat of battle, every man was a man for himself. The Dark Elves were at disadvantage, plans foiled they had still attacked. The elves who adept at magic and the art of teleportation had not fled at the first chance.

They had exacted revenge on the second prince of Asgard, captured him.

Thor had never realised his brother's disappearance. The dark elves retreated after a moment, suspicious but as any other battle, the Asgardians had told of how they pushed back the enemy, defeating them in their warrior like glory.

It wasn't until Thor found his brother's dead horse on the ground, embedded with daggers and arrows, did he realise his absence.

…..

Tony Stark was never athletic. He'd never tried to join the school boys in football or any other form of sport. Well now he was regretting it.

The Hulk hurled another giant chunk that was torn like a tiny weed from the Helicarrier, flying towards the Man of Iron and missing just by a few inches. The Hulk's snarl of frustration sent shivers down Tony's back.

Anger issues. Right. Shit.

Where's your armour when you need it?!

...

The sleek and black unidentified jet zoomed by the much larger airship, hovering closer towards one of the giant rotor blades of the Helicarrier.

The hawk, true to his name, had never missed his aim.

The blast destroyed a large part of the ship, sending it leaning to one side.

Soon after, Barton was in.

….

"Where is he?" Narfi growled, growing impatient.

"Brother." Fenrir growled lowly, cutting across the tense silence, baring teeth as he sneered. "I have his scent."

Narfi's grip on Fenrir's fur tightened, they would find him and avenge their fallen mother.

"No!" Thor shouted as he strode towards the boys.

Narfie reacted instantly, sending a bright flash of green magic towards his "uncle", causing him to slam into a nearby wall.

The reaction was instant, the gun shots fired and the sounds of many bullet shells falling to the ground. The young magicians shielded themselves with a shroud of impenetrable magic, grimacing with the turn of events. They did not expect such annoying mortal resistance against them, sons of Gods.

Thor quickly made his way to get up, suddenly springing from behind where the magical wall did not cover, throwing Narfi and Vali off of the giant wolve's back and landing hard onto the ground. Fenrir turned sharply at the shock, leaving him vulnerable to the stinging gunshots.

They did not leave a mark of course, but they still prickled and oh, how he hated that. Turning back, Fenrir was quick to pounce, landing on one of the desks, computers, keyboards and documents crushed or pushed off the table. The agents who were standing there for cover now moved away quickly from the beast, taking cover behind other desks as the giant wolf swiped or snapped at their arms, some losing their grip on their weapons.

The captain rolled to the side as Fenrir leapt at him, landing in an unceremonious heap by some chairs. He grabbed a gun that was strewn on the floor and with a quick sound of a click, reloaded it and readied his finger on the trigger.

Thor's bulk was once more blasted at, this time nearly hitting the ceiling and falling back down with a smack. Narfi and Vali scrambled back up on their elbows, legs kicking and scrambling to get up.

"Damnit!" one of them yelled.

Fenrir's angered snarl was caught in their ears and when they turned around their eyes widened.

"FENRIR WATCH OUT!" Vali screamed just before the gun aimed at his half-brother's face fired.

A bright light filled once more and only Fenrir's falling body could be seen. His pained yelped torturous against the ears.

A dull thud and Fenrir landed on the floor by the now, slightly trembling Captain America whose hands shivered slightly, gun still clasped in his hands, breath ragged.

Vali felt numb.

No. No. No no no no no!

"FENRIR!" he screamed as he scrambled towards his furry brother, ignorant of the now silent room which had just minutes ago been a shooting range. The other agents trained their guns and eyes at him, growing more uneasy.

"Fenrir!" Vali cried, tears streaming down his eyes and he clutched his brother's furry neck, embracing him and shaking him just slightly.

"No, no no no" He chanted in desperation, eyes darting back and forth at the grey wolf now cradled in his arms, limp. Fenrir's bright eyes were closed shut, his brothers desperately clinging onto the heavy heap.

Innocent as they may be…

Fate…

Is oh so cruel…

Is fate truly the machinations of gods above gods…

Or simply a conception of the weary hearted?

….

The team stood still and silent. Desperate cries and pained wails of children made the room so very stuffy, the atmosphere so thick and queasy that even Captain America shook on his knees.

Shock.

The tall man was stunned, eye's so wide and mouth ajar. The tingling in the now falling ship ran up from his boots, up his toned legs that now felt numb, pulsating up his spine, opposing the rivulets of callous sweat now running downwards and making the already tight suit more constricted than ever.

Guilt.

The tingles now weighed, then crumbled and fell upon him, the Captain who embraces righteousness and freedom. His hands now are redder than ever before, he who once was the bullied now became the convict.

Had he just killed an innocent child?

…

Thor felt numb.

War was not foreign to him, the many people who fell in them were not something new. The God of Thunder was a god afterall, having lived for more than a thousand years, he had seen battle, felt the rush and exhilaration of hacking down on enemies, blood splattering onto his gleeful, vain face.

He was a god afterall.

He bathed in enemy blood, rejoiced and yelled in all his warrior glory. He, who craved battle, saw to it that countless of men, women and children, crush under his might, in the face of Odin's justice.

He wore that as his reason for the last thousand years. So why now does he feel numb?

It is because it is funny his nephew is so much like him.

Boisterous Fenrir, who looked up so much to his uncle for his might, so much that even his father would call him the second version of him. The boy who, despite his blood, Thor had loved, secretly.

Because Jotun's were monsters were they not? And now he sees, how similar the boy is to his father than him, because just like Loki, this boy had craved for his attention, for his praise. A praise that would not come because he was of Jotun blood.

Funny how his nephew is so much like him. He realises.

Funny how only now he sees himself as the monster that haunts the babes of Jotun and the many others, Elves, Vanir and whatever land he had come with his mighty hammer swinging, no voice of reason but the steady thrum of the war demon within him.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Because Odin is his reason, and those who dare defy him should not have his pity or consideration. Not even the children, whose wails sound so much like the one he hears now. The tears, the shrieks and the breathless shudders.

He is more so reminded of his monstrosity, doubt does not plague the mighty warrior of Asgard, it should not.

Yet it now shrouds his heart, the veil of ignorance that covered his eyes are being pulled off, is Odin a reason or is he to blame? And all of a sudden, fear plagues his heart. Oh, how he wishes he could pull the annoying beating thing, remove it from his system, and not remind him of the cruel fact that he, the great and mighty Thor, the Thunderer, the one who is worthy of Mjolnir, is no god.

He is but a desperate child now, without reason, without a place in the realms.

His security is shattering and he has no anchor.

The god now truly fears.

….

"There's no blood." Narfi had stated, voice still shaky and face still streaming with salty tears.

Vali reacted with even more grief.

"Fenrir! Fenrir! Wake up!" He screamed as he shook harder and more desperately.

"Sir the Helicarrier is loosing Altitude!" someone called out.

Now the entire state of panic had returned. The brother were still unaware, so desperate they clung to their limp brother.

"He's still breathing!" Vali yelled in sheer desperate hope.

Suddenly Fenrir's bright eyes widened and the large caning breathed in a deep, sharp breathe, legs shoving and struggling as he tried to wry his way free from the two bodies.

"Fenrir! Fenrir! Calm yourself!"

Gold eyes jerked to the side, recognition slow but still there as the great beast regained reason.

"Brother!" Vali embraced the wolf, tears of sheer joy streamed on his young flawless face.

…

Trauma.

The black widow was an analyst and deceptionist, capable of wielding sharp lies to unveil truth. Her eyes so perceptive, critically scanning through every emotion, body language or otherwise, always keeping an eye for any opportunities to strike her fangs.

These children had just displayed a multitude of erratic emotions. The one that she had now concluded as Vali, wore his emotions on his sleeve. So innocent, his face was a moving display of all he felt. Narfi, the other boy who was more mature beyond his years, was clearly someone of a dangerous mind. So potent, so adept at tricks, he was not careless and therefore a threat. Finally, the last one, who had cheated a very certain death so easily, was he really a boy at all? To be called a brother! A large monstrous wolf! Incredible.

Once again the widow analyses in silence, concentrating on the subjects. She needs to be, calm and cool to control the situation.

"Captain, Thor, I think you need to go tend to the Hulk. I believe I have this situation under control. We need Stark to repair the damage on the Helicarrier. Now." She said with a calm that betrayed the chaos.

The two men pulled back from the shock.

"I… I.. I didn't mean to…" Steve had stuttered. Guilt ridden for causing such anguish to the bunch of children. He had felt like the bully, the bully whose fingers now no longer held the gun.

"Go Captain. Everybody on this ship needs you."

They didn't stop running towards the area where the Hulk was wrecking things. Never would they stop, with every fiber screaming for them to leave, to escape the group of boys who had squeezed their fragile hearts.

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A/N Woop new chappie! Aww yea :D I know its full of long text on Thor's dealings and such but I've been reading so much Loki and Thor meta that I feel the need to convey Thor's very "heroic" actions. No I don't hate Thor, I just want to point out his various faults as to being called a hero. I won't go all out on bashing him into being a witless oaf in this story, don't worry. This story will mainly be a huge mash of relating nearly all the characters to Loki's characterisation, they literally fuel it.

My intentions for this story is both to carry the story and the various characterisations of the characters which I feel should be included. Think of a characterisation fic if that makes any sense. Also the captain's general reaction here… I felt was rather lacking. Pft I'll do better next time. Anyways, I hope I managed to convey Loki's children's characters better here. Sigyn's relationship with Loki is very complicated and not everything has been unveiled yet haha!

I just hope you don't mind my characterisation rants in the story though! I appreciate every review, fav and follow! Thanks a bunch!

PS Sorry, no Loki here. Felt that it was necessary for peeps to just reflect on past times in Asgard etc.