Chapter 2 Posting

All right guys, this is where it might start getting really weird. It's going to jump forward in time a few times, so that I can bring Crowley in at the time that I would like his badass corrupted soul to appear. It works with the story, so just work with me for these next few chapters. Onwards, to glory!

P.S.

This one is going to be first person POV again so that I can get the proper emotions in.

Chapter 8

Tyr's POV:

Three months later:

"You never told me which parent we share." Loki said, out of the blue, during lunch. He had been abnormally quiet all day, ever since he had awoken screaming from a nightmare. I was night like the last that made me grateful Gabriel had assigned us the same room that first day.

"We share a father. I was told his name was Laufey and that he is the ruler of Jotunheim. I don't know much else, except that he sold me to a Midgardian man when I was only a babe." I answered. It was the truth. I had always resented the man for doing so.

"Laufey is a cruel being. I would be glad to live out the rest of my life without ever setting eyes on him again." Loki spat. "I was told that you killed him while on the throne in Asgard." I stated, confused.

"I only managed to greatly injure him. He is cunning, I will give him that." Loki admitted. "Now, enough of our Father. Who was your mother?" He asked.

I sighed, wishing that it had not come to talk of her. "She was an Asgardian by the name of Eikyn. She meet Laufey when he was disguised as a Midgardian. I was an accident. When Laufey learned that I was born, he snuck into our home in the night and brought me to Midgard. He saw me as a threat, but for some reason he didn't kill me. I will never know why." I explained.

Loki was quiet for a minute before he said. "That makes two of us." I frowned. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"When Odin found me in the Jotun temple, I had been abandon. I was a runt, unwanted by anyone. I have always wondered why Laufey did not simply kill me. I'm glad he did not, don't mistake my wondering for a lack of thankfulness." He joked, a small smirk gracing his lips.

Castiel appeared just then, seeming haggard. He collapsed into a nearby chair and we leapt to our feet. "Lucifer is gone, along with Michael and Sam. He sacrificed himself to throw Lucifer into the cage again, and accidently took Michael down with him." Castiel rushed out in one breath.

"I'll get Gabriel." I said, running from the room.

…..

Loki's POV:

Two years later:

"Tyr, Gabriel, what are you two doing?! You're making so much noise . . ." I said as I walked into the kitchen, looking up only to stop in my tracks.

Odin stood over Gabriel and Tyr, knives deeply imbedded in their chest, blood pooling around them on the floor. He grinned at me, enjoying me shock and fear.

"You weren't supposed to run away, foolish boy. Look what you made me do." He crooned. I screamed as he leapt towards me.

"LOKI! LOKI! WAKE UP!" Tyr was shouting, I writhed, thinking it was Odin playing games with my mind.

"NO! NO! GABRIEL! TYR! NO!" I screamed, fighting harder as strong arms pinned me to the bed.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Gabriel asked. Tyr managed to pin me to the bed with Gabriel's help, slowly calming me.

"It was just a dream Loki. No one can hurt you. We're here for you." Tyr said as he released me. I took another shaky breath and began to cry. I sat up, reaching out for my brother. We had grown much closer in the past two years, barely leaving each other's sides. Dean joked that we secretly weren't brothers, and that was just an excuse to hide that we loved each other. We would often make all the pie turn into salad for a few days after he would say this, but he never gave up.

"It's been two years Loki. Do you ever think you can get better?" Castiel asked from the doorway. He was a good friend of mine, and he always seemed to know what to say.

"I don't know. I'm just in constant fear that Odin will find us. Know that you and Gabriel are stronger than him, but I can't seem to convince myself that it's true, and that he won't kill all of you." I choked past heavy sobs. Tyr didn't release his tight grip on me, and I was thankful. Thor sat beside us and wrapped his huge arms around us both.

"Thor, you big oaf, you're crushing me." I joked, my tears finally fading. He loosened his grip, but he didn't let go. "Isn't that my job?" He asked. We all laughed slightly and Dean wondered back to his bedroom. Castiel and Gabriel soon followed. Thor left about an hour later, only after I reassured him no less than fifteen times that I would be okay.

"It's not like this is a rare occurrence. You would think that after two years of me doing this daily he would leave sooner." I said. Tyr walked back to his bed, sitting on the edge and turning on the lamp. We both knew that we wouldn't be able to sleep again, me out of fear, and him out of worry.

"He cares too much for that. And it's not like you choose to wake up to nightmares every morning around five." Tyr said. My nightmares seemed to work like a clock, coming in between four and five in the morning. If I tried to rise earlier, they would come earlier, as if they knew that I would awake before they could come.

"Yes, but they could simply stay in bed. They know that you will calm me." I point out. Everyone- that included Gabriel, Thor, Castiel, Dean, and know Sam- would come to our room when I would awake. I understood a few, but I was not close with the Winchesters, and I never understood why they had cared.

"We may not act like it, but we are all like brothers here. You don't just have two brothers, but all five of us. We all care more than we would care to admit. You would be lying if you said you won't do the same for them." Tyr countered. I sighed, knowing that he told the truth.

"I still think they could forget about me can care for themselves." I muttered. Tyr sighed, knowing that there was nothing he could say to convince me otherwise. "Just, try to get some more sleep." He said, turning his bac on me and laying down once more.

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Thor's POV:

One year later:

"Everyone, meet me in the sitting room." I called down the stairs from the gym. I had just gotten a call from the Man of Iron, telling me we were all needed in New York, by Sir Fury's orders.

"What is it Thor? I was reading." Sam whined. I waited for the others to gather, knowing that they would be here in seconds.

"The Man of Iron has called us. Stark, can you hear me?" I called to the microphones around the room. Stark had set up a calling system similar to the one in Stark Towers.

"Yep, Point Break, you still don't have to yell. Like I said, Fury wants us all in New York. He said it was important." The voice said, seeming to come from everywhere.

"We don't answer to Fury, so why would we come at his call?" Loki demanded. He was always stubborn about coming on missions, having not come on even one to date.

"Well, Rock of Ages, does the name Fenrir sound familiar to you?" Stark asked.

AN: HAHA, CLIFFHANGER! Hope you guys like the new chapters. I seem to be on a roll with this story these last few days. I told you it would jump around a little. Review or Odin will come after you. Yes, I know that Odin is supposed to be a good guy, but I'm not the first person to antagonize him in their story, so you can't quiet blame me. Also, this is a lot more OOC than planned, so I'm sorry if you didn't like it. If you did like it, tell me so that I know. I can't read your mind through the computer.