A/N. Well, here's the next part. This has gone from just Loki and his niece to Loki and family/society in general. I own none of the recognized names. Once again, comments and criticism are very welcome. Kudos to HazelEyes12.

"Uncle Loki?" Katy asked. "Why do you drink coffee?"

He glared at her over the rim of the cup. It was far too early for him. But obviously not for Thor, who came into the dining room ready for the day. Loki was still in his night clothes.

"You had better have a very good reason for waking me up this early," he hissed at Thor.

"Jane's parents are visiting today," Thor said. Loki snapped awake immediately, eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

"What?" he demanded, voice rising.

"You didn't forget, did you?" Thor asked. Loki had a tendency to forget about things he didn't like. And apparently, this had slipped his mind. "You might want to get ready. They'll be here soon."

As he ran back to his room, Loki heard Katy call, "You didn't answer my question!"

"Loki? You awake?" Jane asked, rapping softly on the door.

"I think," came the harried response. Opening the door, Jane saw Loki, fully dressed, sitting on his bed, coffee cup in hand. His hair was still dripping from his shower.

"You're not even ready!" she said.

"I'm dressed," he protested.

"Your hair is still dripping," she pointed out dryly. He didn't move except to finish the coffee. She picked up the discarded towel and began drying his hair. Loki was a very different person when he first woke up. Especially if he was woken up early. "How many?" she asked.

"Thirteen," he said, yawning.

"And you're still not awake?" Jane shook her head. Loki and mornings didn't get along well at all.

"He lives," Thor said, eyeing Loki, who shuffled over to stand beside him. Aaron and Jane exchanged amused glances. Morning people both of them, they rather enjoyed Loki's antics.

Someone tugged on his sleeve. "You shouldn't drink so much coffee," Katy said. "You might get addicted and then you might die!"

"I'm already addicted," Loki muttered. "And it wouldn't be me who died."

Any further conversation was ended when Jane's mother Anna came in, followed closely by her father Brent. "I can't believe how fast they're growing," Anna said, beaming at Aaron and Katy.

Katy ran forward and hugged her Gramma. "Gramma!" she shouted.

Aaron, the more reserved, simply waved. "Hi," he said quietly.

Turning her attention to Jane, Anna's eyes widened. "And you're expecting another one?" she asked, her smile growing.

Jane rested a hand on her belly. "Yeah," she said.

"Poor Loki," Brent said. "How's he dealing with the kids?"

"Katy drives him crazy, and he and Aaron get along fine," Thor said.

"Uncle Loki's right here," Katy said. "Don't be rude! You can talk to him!"

"We can," Brent agreed, "but your uncle is no morning person. We learned that the hard way." The first time the Fosters had met their son-in-law's strange brother had been early in the morning. The Fosters were raised along the lines of, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." So when a sleepy Loki had been introduced to them, they had plied him with questions and got one-word answers that sometimes made no sense. Brent, thinking Loki was being intentionally rude, had started yelling at Loki. It took Jane, Thor, and Odin to explain just why Loki was acting so odd.

Anna nodded. "It's best to wait until at least after lunch," she said.

"But he was awake earlier," Katy said, confused. "When Papa told him you were visiting, he was awake. Why did he go back to sleep?"

"That's something none of can explain, sweetheart," Jane said. "It's just how Loki is. And that in and of itself is a rather scary statement."