A/N In this Loki Midgaurdian (if there is confusion that's the child Loki) is remembering stuff that hasn't yet happened because of Loki Laufeyson (Older Loki, I will refer to the two as this at points.)

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Oh and I'm judging that Tony was captured for 9 months and took about a month before the end of Iron Man 1. If anyone has the exact dates please tell me and I'll try to adapt the dates.

After that day Loki never saw the woman again. A few days after he saw men with guns come into the town asking for him and he ran, he ran far away to a place where no one would ever recognise him. He ran to the city of New York, its tales of wealth and something else drew him closer, a feeling of finally belonging. He stood awhile and stared up at the skyline, the buildings reached for the sky. There were so many, how much could he do? He gulped and shivered not with cold but with the fear of being here. What if someone caught him here? What could he do in a city he didn't know? The cars whizzed past him each one faster than the next, he felt his vision shrink to the spot right in front of him and he felt a tightness in his throat. He gulped at the air which was rapidly slipping from him and he stumbled off into a dark alley. Here he slid down the wall and attempted to get his breath back. For every one breath he took the universe stole two that could have been. He saw black spots dance in front of his eyes and hardly heard a woman approaching him.

"Are you okay? Oh my god what happened?" Loki saw a flash of ginger in front of his eyes but his eyes weren't cooperating enough for him to focus. He suddenly felt a fire spread across his face and it jolted his lungs back into responding. He gasped like a beached fish for a couple of seconds whilst his vision snapped back into focus. He looked up to see a ginger petite woman crouching over him. He rubbed his face and realised that she must have slapped him

"Are you alright?" Loki nodded in response to the question staring up at the woman noticing the black bags under her eyes and how watery they were.

"Thank you"

"Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?" The woman began rifling through her bag searching for a cell phone

"No! Please, I wouldn't want to trouble you." The woman jumped a bit for Loki had talked a bit louder than normal. The contents of her handbag cascaded across the alley and she muttered a choice swear word. Loki leant to pick it all up. A couple of items flashed past him; a leaflet for Stark Industries, a nametag which said Pepper Potts and a picture. He paused and glanced at the picture. It showed the woman in better times smiling happily with a man next to her. The man made Loki feel sick, he knew this man form somewhere but that was impossible. The man had light brown hair, brown eyes and was laughing into the camera.

"Thank you" the woman held her hand out pointedly to receive the picture.

"Who's that man?" The woman gulped past the lump in her throat

"That man is Tony Stark, my boss."

"Where is he?"

"He's… he's been kidnapped. Sorry I can't" she left wiping her eyes fiercely with the back of her hand. Loki just sat there and tried to remember the man he'd just seen but every time he tried the memory slipped away.

He found a skip to sleep in that night and lay, trying to catch a glimpse of the sky through the polluted skies but they hid from him. He sighed and covered himself with another newspaper. Tomorrow he would find out more about the man and the woman. He had to or else he'd go insane.

As the sun rose Loki arose with his new mission in mind. He walked the streets hardly stopping as he swiped an apple from a nearby stall. He grabbed one of the free newspapers (and one of the not free ones) and began reading on a park bench. Tony Stark, the man in the picture, was all over the news. He was the leading weapons developer, in charge of Stark Industries and 9 months ago had vanished during a visit to Afghanistan and hadn't been seen from since. Loki pushed the papers to the side. Where would he have known the man's face from? Nowhere had their paths crossed and it seemed no where would they cross again. Loki sat there, anger flaming in his stomach.

"No, please not now" he whispered quietly whilst clenching his eyes shut. He leapt up and ran off trying to avoid the anger growing in his stomach. But it refused to settle down and he knew what he had to do. He found himself alone in a street which was secluded enough for him. He raised his hand and focused his anger at the wall. He felt the anger flow from him and bowed his head before glancing up at the wall. Across it was a thin sheet of ice which, even as he watched, fell apart. He stood feeling numb. It had been a long time since he had lost control of that. Everything he knew had been turned on its head since he had left the city he'd known so well.

When the night fell it was a relief to have a chance to sleep and so he did but even his dreams were haunted with impossible dreams.

He found himself inside a small room which was moving. Thunder and rain were battering the outside of the cabin and inside he felt no more comfortable. A blonde haired man and a brown haired man were standing near him. The brown haired man was encased in red metallic clothes. The blonde was wearing an outfit, where those tights? The brown haired man turned around and Loki gasped in fear as he recognised Tony Stark.

Loki's eyes snapped open. What was happening to him? First his emotions had forced him to use his powers now he was seeing a man he'd never met. That wasn't even possible. He moved around a bit before releasing himself to dreams again.

A road stretched in front of Loki but it was slowly fading from sight. Loki closed his eyes but the image was imprinted upon them forever. The man he had once called father releasing him. And his brother, the only person who had cared about him, screaming his name. Loki's body turned so he faced away from his family and he opened his eyes to see a universe which he could not survive in.

Loki slowly opened his eyes to the daylight and sighed. Who or what signed him up to this mess? He didn't want somebody else's life imprinted on his. He wanted a life free from all others. He groaned and went back to sleep. Sleep was good, sleep was always good.

And so he slept and he missed some very important news. On the other side of the world a plane took off transporting Anthony Edward Stark back to his own country. Loki was barely awake when news of this began flashing around everywhere. But he was more than awake when he saw Tony Stark's car pass him. Time seemed to distort around the two of them. The woman Loki had met the previous day didn't even notice the street urchin this time as she was much too interested in talking to Stark. Stark turned his head for a second laughing at how quickly Pepper had turned from sad to serious. He saw a boy staring up at his car and frowned. The boy was shocked and Stark wondered for a moment where his father was (and hoped he wasn't the boy's father. That wouldn't be easy to explain to Pepper.) The boy just stared at him with emerald eyes which chilled Stark to his very core. But then time realised its mistake and took control again.

Stark rolled on but he couldn't get that boy out of his head.

"Are you even listening to me Tony?"

"Of course I'm not Pepper" he smirked as he said this and she pretended to be annoyed but she was still swimming in pure relief of finding her boss again.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Her face was covered in worry "No one's expecting you to come back so quickly and no one would be grudge you a bit more time."

"I have to do this Pepper. You'll see" She nodded.

And so whilst he was standing (sitting) in front of the press whilst ruining his company all he could think of were those emerald eyes and they just inspired him because the owners would be no better off in a war torn society.

Again reviewing is always appreciated. This story is not Beta'd and therefore sorry for all mistakes.