A/N: Cue Tony! Clint, go break something in the kitchen! Steve... do what you do! Thor, my man! How's it going? Alright! *gives poptart* Oh! Can't forget the viewers! *throws virtual poptarts at screen* Alrighty then! Roll Film! :)

Tony was getting tired of letting the Avengers stay at his place. They ate his food, interrupted his work, and never cleaned up after themselves. He was considering kicking them out. Or hiring a maid service.

Hmmmmm...

Maybe a maid service would be best.

Tony resisted shouting at whoever it was when he heard a familiar crash from the kitchen. Another crash came from the living room. The brunette growled and started to storm to his upstairs lab. Unfortunately, the doorbell decided to ring at that time.

"JARVIS!" The inventor shouted. "Who is it?" He began the short trek to the door. The computerized voice remained silent. Tony paused. "JARVIS?" The automatic voice stuttered to life.

"Terribly sorry, sir. I don't... recognize him... But the secretary let him up, sir." Iron Man frowned, approached the door, and opened it anyway. No one was there.

"U-ummm..." A small voice called. Tony glanced down. A small boy, maybe six or seven, was standing on his 'doorstep' (which was really just the area in front of the private elevator...) in a surprisingly familiar suit.

"Who are you?" Tony demanded and felt his eyebrow twitching. Why was this little kid here? What did he want? Why was he in a suit? "Are you selling Girl Scout cookies?" The boy looked confused.

"I am looking for my big brother, and I was sent here to deliver some letters," he answered and blinked his bright green eyes. "Oh! You are !" The boy reached into his green backpack and removed an envelope. He handed it to the man, who stared in curiosity at his name written in curly cursive penmanship.

Tony opened the envelope and began to read the contents of the letter. He quietly questioned the suited boy as he read, and the dark haired child answered to the best of his ability. The man's eyes widened in shock. He quickly grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him inside.

"JARVIS! Tell everyone to meet in the living room!"

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The newly identified child sat in a chair at the front of the room, sipping a juice box and swinging his legs. Bruce Banner (AKA The Hulk) sat on a couch at the other end of the room and looked distinctly uncomfortable. Tony was standing by the fireplace. Natasha Romanof (AKA Black Widow) and Clint Barton (AKA Hawkeye) sat on the couch at the kid's left. Steve Rogers (AKA Captain America) was leaning against the window sill across the room. The Avengers were mostly assembled, just waiting for Thor to arrive.

"Where's my big brother?" The green eyed boy asked innocently. His suit jacket hung over the back of his chair, and the files and documents from his backpack were scattered across the table.

The redheaded woman smiled and sweetly replied, "He'll be here soon."

Bruce frowned. "So it is him."

Tony sighed and nodded. Just then, the door slammed against the wall and a familiar blonde stormed in, fully dressed in armor and carrying his hammer.

"Man of Iron, what is happening? Why have you called me?" He requested loudly. A juice box clattered to the floor, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Thor's blue eyes landed on the small boy and widened with recognition.

The boy had midnight black hair that fell in neat layers around his ears, and his eyes were a gorgeous emerald green. He wore a suit with black pants, a white button-up shirt, a dark green vest, and a gold tie. Currently, the boy was wide eyed and trembling at the sight of the larger blonde god. He gulped quietly.

"B-big brother got... b-bigger," he managed. Storm clouds formed beyond the window.

"What mockery is this?" Thor barked. The only female in the room stood to take a defensive position.

"If you'll just read-"

"I will not read! You!" He shouted, pointed to the boy -who squeaked in fright-, and furiously approached. "Explain at once!" The boy slipped out of the chair and darted behind it.

"I-I am sorry!" He whimpered. "I-I do not know what I d-did-" Thor cut him off.

"How old are you? What do you remember?" Green eyes skittered around the room nervously. He backed away quietly, breaths coming out short and quick.

"I-I d-do not-" he gasped weakly. Thor stepped forward and leaned into the child's face. Natasha and Steve stepped forward as a warning to the angry thunderer.

"Do not deceive me, brother," the blue eyed man mumbled. "I do not know if my heart could handle more lies."

"B-brother," the dark haired boy muttered softly and gently touched Thor's face, cupping one of his cheeks and tucking some golden hair behind his ear. He sighed, seeming to resign himself to his fate, and finally admitted in a scared whisper, "I am seven years of age. Last night, father punished me for interrupting his meeting with the warriors when I tried to show him my new trick." He cupped his hands in front of him, face scrunched up in concentration. Slowly, a glowing golden flower appeared floating just above his little hands. The boy gasped for breath and released the spell he had been trying to hold. Blue eyes widened in remembrance. "You let me fall asleep in your room because I needed someone to help me with the bandages." Now, the rest of the Avengers' eyes were wide. Natasha especially looked as though something inside of her snapped, whether anger or pity one could not tell for certain. "But when I woke up, I was on Midgard. There was a letter for me and each of you, and there were files to help me find you. All I really know is that I'm supposed to apologize to all of you."

"Give me my letter," the blonde man ordered quietly with his head bowed, a gentle hand resting on the boy's trembling shoulder. Clint stepped forward and offered the requested envelope. "You have already read yours, yes?"

"Yeah, we read them," Tony responded for the group. Thor opened the envelope and carefully read through it.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

When he reached the end, the blonde man let the papers fall to the ground and pulled his younger brother into a tight embrace. "It's okay, Loki. Everything will be okay, now."

A/N: Don't lie! You all know Odin was probably an abusive sicko! For Pete's sake, Loki thought cutting Sif's hair off was a good idea for a prank, it backfired, he went to get her some new hair, he also managed to trip some dwarves into giving him Mjoinir, and Odin makes Thor hold Loki down and sew his mouth shut! If that isn't abuse, I don't know what is!