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Chapter Three: A New Friend

-Two Years Old-

"Be warned that the Metal Man will have no tolerance for any misbehavior Loki," Thor warned as he let his younger(adoptive) brother though the doors at Stark Tower one late night. Loki was practically dragging his feet behind him. "He only allowed for you to receive the rest of your punishment here because me and Father nearly beg him to. So be grateful and do not dare pull any pranks, brother. Understand?"

Loki had spent almost a year in Asgardian prison and Odin had finally told him that he would be free. On one condition, Loki had to spend a week in New York city so that he could appreciate Migardians and not go on another "destructive rampage" in his words against them. Maybe the Asgardian prison wasn't so bad after all, Loki would rather be stuck there than here with his brother who had the attention span of a fly and had the compassion of a saint.

"I understand completely brother." Loki snapped not bothering to hide his annoyance. Ever since they had arrived on Migardian territory Thor had become more overbearing and overprotective than usual. Loki was just glad that he wasn't holding his hand as if he were an idiotic child.

"Good." Thor smiled at him. Loki wondered how his brother, the future king of Asgard, could easily be lied to right in his face, by his own brother who could obviously not be trusted. "Though do you have to wear your robes and helmet? It is nighttime as you know. Nobody will see it."

Loki flushed. "I know that. I will wear whatever pleases me, Thor."

"My teammates are sleeping now, but you will meet them in the morning. This will be your room." he opened the door of the room that Tony had provided for Loki (with hidden 24 hours surveillance cameras of course.) "I shall see you in the morning brother, may you have a good rest."

Loki scowled at him before he shut the door.

Loki could not sleep. And he had created a million reasons for not going to sleep in the first place.

The bed was too small.

The moon far too bright.

The room too large.

And so on until he started creating complaints that sounded dumb even to him. He cracked the door open. Would it really be so bad if he explored for a bit? Everyone was asleep and besides the so called Avengers deserved a good prank.

He walked around the tower and opened several drawers and cabinets, but he didn't find anything remotely entertaining. Only beverages that smelled funny, little metal disks in colorful boxes that seemed to be so popular here and that showed "moving pictures and characters" according to his brother, and many devices that he didn't know what they did.

He slid the door open of another room and was glad to see a window, maybe it led to a exit and he could get out of this forsaken place. He was about to open the window when he heard an infant's voice.

"Bambi."

Irritated, Loki turned around and found himself glaring at a child, not more than a baby with messy dark hair, green eyes, and a weird scar of his forehead. The brat began jumping on the miniature bed in the shape of a car. "Bambi! Bambi!" he pointed to the gold helmet with the two horns that Loki was wearing.

"I'm not this Bambi character you speak of, you stupid child," he raised his head. "I am Loki, Prince of Asgard and you shall kneel before me."

Harry ignored him as he pointed to the helmet again. "Bambi!"

Loki had the urge to slap him across the face. "I'm not-huh?" The child had practically jumped from his bed and was now hugging Loki's legs as if he were his personal toy. "Bambi, I'm Harry."

"I told you." he tried to wiggle his legs, but Harry had a strong grip. "My name is not Bambi, it's Loki. Now let go." As weirdly as it sounded the way that Harry was hugging him reminded him of the way that Thor and him used to hug Odin when they were small.

"Loki, your my new friend, right?" Harry asked him still not letting go off his leg.

Loki didn't know if it was because of the innocence that Harry showed or because he had been locked up in prison for too long and he had become soft, but the way that Harry was hugging him no longer annoyed him, it made him feel safe somehow. As weird as that sounded. As if no one was judging him. It was kind of nice from all the glares he had received lately. "Of course I'm your friend." he said as he picked Harry up. "And do you know what friends do?"

"No. What?"

Loki smirked at him. "They play pranks."

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"Tony. Tony. Tony. Damn it, Stark, wake up." Tony felt a sharp jab in his rib cage. "Ow!" He glared at Clint who was standing next to his bed. "What? Did you poke me with your arrow or something? What times is it?"

"Six."

Tony threw him a pillow and tried to ignore the fact that Pepper next to him was already waking up thanks to their racket. "It's too early, shop's close. Come back in six hours."

"Very funny." Clint said dryly. "But you may want to see this. It's about Loki."

"Is he killing anyone?" he murmured.

"Well, no."

"Then I don't care. Go bother Thor."

"We tried to wake him up." he said annoyed. "But the man sleeps like a log."

Tony ignored him this time.

"Harry is involved."

Tony paused for a moment before he got out of bed. "Let's go. Dammit, Jarvis why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Sir, you told me that I should only inform you if Harry was in any danger." Jarvis told him. "Loki has not put Harry in any dangerous situation."

"Really, that's hard to believe."

Tony and Pepper rushed to the living room where Steve, Bruce, and Natasha were already were with their mouth slightly opened in disbelief.

"Tony," Pepper grasped his arm so that Tony didn't slip on the ice. "Look."

"Holy shit-"

His entire living room, furniture and all had been converted it what looked like a giant 3-D ice rink. There was ice everywhere and everything was covered in ice from the eighteen million dollar Italian couches to Tony's bar. The bastard that was Loki had even made hills made of ice so that Harry could slid down from them.

"It's the North Pole," Harry practically screamed in Tony's ear as he ran toward him, more like skated towards him. His blue footy pajamas with the airplanes were soaked from sliding down the ice hills and making, what Harry called, as ice angels. "Like where Santa Claus lives, Daddy."

In Harry's world Tony had become "Daddy", Pepper "Mommy", and the rest of the Avengers and Fury, "Uncle Clint," "Aunt Natasha," "Uncle Nick," and so on. But Tony's heart still jumped a little in glee when Harry said Daddy in his adorable two years old voice.

"Come here, sport." Tony picked up Harry easily while glaring at Loki who didn't look even the slightest bit guilty. He looked smug. The asshole. "What the hell did you do, Loki?"

"You better not have touched a single hair on Harry's head, Odinson," Natasha said as she reloaded her gun. The fire in her eyes could terrorize any demon.

To be fair, Loki didn't even flinch at her threat, he just looked bored. "I would never harm young Harry," he smirked at her. "Contrary to the belief Agent Romanoff I do not kill every living thing I see, especially an innocent child."

"And what about all those people you killed two years ago?" Steve demanded.

Loki paused for a moment. "In prison you have a lot of time to think. I might have changed my mind. About children anyway."

"That's it," Tony pointed to the doorway. "Get out. I don't care if your brother practically begged me for you to stay in the tower. I don't want you near Harry."

"No," Harry protested. "I want Uncle Loki to stay." Apparently the two of them had gotten to know each other in the past few hours. How nice.

Tony looked crestfallen. "Harry, don't do this to me, he's the bad guy."

"No, good guy."

"Bad guy."

"Good."

"Bad."

"Good."

Bruce cleared his throat. "Um, Stark, he didn't really harm Harry and Loki was just playing with him, I don't think that there's any harm if Loki remains at Stark Tower for the week."

"Bruce," Clint groaned. "Not you too, you're not telling me you believe in this guy, right? Please Tony, tell Bruce that Loki wont change. Stark?"

"Daddy," Harry widened his green eyes in the same puppy dog look that made his father give in to his every whim. "Can Uncle Loki stay and live with us?"

Tony sighed. He lost again. And to a two year old.

"Hey, reindeer games," Tony scowled at Loki. "You're on probation. One week. After that you can stay, so get your damn ice out of my living room."

-End of Chapter Three-