Here comes Odin.

Loki

I was panicking, majorly panicking. Dad said he'd be here at noon and it was eleven-thirty. Tony was on my bed eating blueberries and making sure I didn't explode. He had helped me clean earlier and was now just there as support. "Tony, I"m freaking out." I almost shouted.

"I can tell, darling. Blueberry?" He held out the container. I took one and chewed it quickly. "Loki calm down, it's just your father." Tony stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders. I relaxed at his touch and sighed.

"I know but, he makes me nervous." I told him, closing my eyes. Tony snorted.

"I can see that darling." Tony pressed the heels of his hands into my back. "Do you want me to stay here?" He asked softly. I nodded. "Alright."

Tony

I really wanted to punch this guy in the face. How can the mere thought of this guy send Loki into an anxiety ridden panic? As noon loomed closer, Loki's body tensed even more. I kept my hands on his shoulders, trying to relax him. Speaking to him was a lost cause so I just stood there. A knock came at his door. "He's here." He whispered, I could hear fear in his voice. Loki opened the door to show a larger, one eyed and older version of Thor.

"Son! Hello!" The man boomed, clapping Loki on his shoulder. I can see where Thor came from. Odin looked at me and blinked. "Son, who is this?" Odin asked loudly.

"Father, this is Tony my...friend." Loki explained to Odin, waving his hands at me. "He will be joining us today if that is alright." Loki tried, I could see him tense as he said each word.

"Of course any friend of my sons is welcome." Odin smiled warmly at us. Thor came into the room.

"Father!" Thor boomed. Odin grinned at his son and the two hugged. Why didn't he hug Loki?I wondered as the two blonds chatted. Loki came to stand by me, a little close. Odin turned to us.

"Let us go eat something, I'm very hungry." We left Loki's room and went down to Odin's car. Thor sat in the front and Loki and I rode in the back. Never once did Odin or Thor try to bring us into the conversation. Once, Odin asked me for directions to a good restaurant then went back to Thor. Hey, dickhead, your other son, Loki, yea he's here too! Why not ask him about his friends? Or school? Or anything! I was almost seething with anger. How dare a father discard one son for the other. It wasn't fair. I could probably kiss Loki right now and Odin wouldn't notice.

"Brother! Tell Father about your studies!" Thor finally cried as we got to the restaurant. Loki shuffled his feet awkwardly. I poked him forward softly. He looked back at me and I nodded.

"As you know, I'm studying mythology and it is quite interesting. Especially Norse myths. My professor thinks that some people are actually related to the gods." Loki's face opened as he talked about mythology, turning into the Loki I knew. His shoulders relaxed and his hands entered the conversation. Yes, good job Loki. I looked to Odin and saw he was totally ignoring Loki. Seriously? Is Loki that bad? I sighed softly and stood behind Loki as he spoke, listening to him. "Father?" He asked softly, his voice faltering.

"Hm? Oh, sorry Loki wasn't listening." Odin waved a hand and headed into the restaurant Loki's shoulders and head dropped. I wrapped my arm around his waist and hugged him into my side. He curled an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry Loki." I muttered into his neck. He shrugged but, I could feel the sadness roll off his body. We shuffled into the restaurant and sat with Thor and Odin. They were already shouting to each other, barely even noticing us sitting. Odin noted my arm wrapped around his waist. His single eyebrow furrowed. Thor drug him back into the conversation. We ordered food and ate with Odin barely speaking to Loki. We chatted by ourselves, speaking about Loki's recent mythology papers.

Finally, we left and went back to the dorms. Odin and Thor went off to Thor's dorm. Loki and I went back to his. Bruce was there, studying. "Hey guys, how did lunch go?" He asked, setting his book aside. Loki shrugged.

"Fucking terrible." I answered for him. Loki flopped onto his bed and threw his arms over his face. I sat next to him and tapped on his arm.

Loki

I'm so glad I had Tony with me today. Like always, without mother there I was completely shut out of the conversation. Tony kept me from crying or throwing a plate. I kept Tony from bashing Father's head in with a rusty spoon. Here, laying on my bed with Tony tapping random beats on my arm reminded me of that. How just him tapping me kept me from falling to pieces. There was something about Tony, the way he carried himself, something, that made him seem like a perfect person to use as your rock. Right now, his rock was being up rooted slowly, and he was looking for a new one. Or not yet at least. He would though. I wanted to be that rock for him.

How could I be a rock for someone when I can't even be my own? I had no idea. Maybe we could just lean on each other, fueling ourselves with one another. His loss of a father and my lack of one. I hopped we could go through this together. I just hopped I could help him through his father's passing. I reached out with one hand and found one of Tony's. I folded our fingers together and pulled his hand up to my face. Tony just situated himself so it was more comfortable and said nothing. I laid like that for a long time.

Something in here I want you all to find.