Pairing: Tony/Loki, Thor/Sif, Clint/Darcy

Rating: M

Word Count: Don't know and don't care

Summary: While his palace is under siege by Odin and his army, King Laufey sends his infant son away with a powerful and much sought-after weapon. His hope is that when he is old enough, the boy will be able to wield it and defeat Odin to save not only Jotunheim, but as well as the other realms that have fallen to the tyrant's rule.

Warnings: Implied FrostIron yay.

Don't own The Avengers, because if I did we would get to see more of Thor parading around in Frigga's drapes. And I don't own Lord of the Rings, because if I did Théoden would have killed Grima because that dude was fuckin' creepy as fuck.

Review: LoveOfPower

Okay, so there's a lot more dialogue in this chapter. Sorry if that annoys some people but you'll just have to deal. And new character appearances yay. This is where it starts to follow the Fellowship timeline (for the most part).

And yeah some more crazy shit and random plot twists, but who doesn't love those?

Part 1: Chapter 3

With Tony's help, Loki was able to pack up the campsite in the dark. Fenrir hovered to make sure Tony didn't leave or hide anything in his clothes. Loki was having trouble tying the bedroll around Fenrir's belly without being able to see, so the wolf adjusted a few times in order to accommodate for the boy's wandering hands.

"I don't know what I would do without you."

"Are you about ready to go, dog whisperer?"

"I'd be careful. You have to ride on his back, too." Fenrir made a noise that sounded like a huff of annoyance.

"You're joking, right?"

"Fenrir is the only one who can see. It wouldn't be long before you lost your way."

"Fine. But if he bites me-"

"He won't bite you, I promise." Tony had to hold back a sigh of relief. "He might chew on your arm a bit, but a little nibbling never hurt anyone."

"That's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

Loki rubbed the back of Fenrir's neck in order to keep him calm and relaxed as Tony climbed up onto his back. As soon as he was certain the other male was secure, Loki climbed up and positioned himself in front of Tony.

"So where is this place?"

"Well first we head north from heeeeere!"

Loki knew that Fenrir hated when people pulled on his fur, he had found that out the hard way as a child, but when the wolf was running downhill and this fast, it was either risk getting a flesh wound or dying.

"Is Fenrir going the right way!?"

"Yes! Surprisingly!"

"What, you don't trust his sense of direction!?"

"He's a dog!"

"Wolf!"

"Whatever!"

Their hearts stopped for a second when Fenrir suddenly skidded to a halt. They were out of the woods, no pun intended, and on a dirt road covered with small pebbles and dead leaves. The wolf lifted his head and sniffed the air, looking in different directions.

"Remember Fenrir, we have to stay off the roads."

"Why?"

"The Norns told me to. I guess it's just safer for…me…" Loki replied, looking over his shoulder at the man behind him.

The man was a few years older than him, but Loki had already guessed that by the sound of his voice. He had thick, dark brown hair, and it looked like he had never run a comb through it in his life. His beard and mustache were much more taken care of, however. The slight tone of arrogance in his voice went well with him.

"You're not exactly what I expected. I figured 'Loki' to be a boy's name."

Oh yeah. It definitely fit.

"Wha-I am a boy!"

"Then what's with the long hair?"

"Come on, Fenrir. Did you find it yet?" Loki asked with a huff, pointedly ignoring Tony's comment about his long braided hair.

xXxXx

Fortunately for Loki, the wolf was able to bring them to the inn soon enough for it to be bearable. Both men got off the wolf's back and Loki rubbed behind Fenrir's ears.

"That was fast," Tony said.

"You can just go inside and wait or something. I will be there in a moment."

"Fine whatever."

After the other man left, Loki unfastened the bedroll from Fenrir's back and allowed the wolf to rest.

"I will be inside here. It won't be far. Will you watch our belongings?"

The wolf lied down in front of the bedroll and satchel, letting out a huff through his nose. Loki took that as a "yes," so he went through the doors. Tony was leaning against the wall, and when Loki entered, he pushed himself off and moved to stand next to him at the front desk.

"What do we have here? Late arrivals? Or should I say early?"

"We were told to come here by a man called 'Phil,' and he said he would meet us," Loki stated.

"Phil…oh, Phil Coulson!"

"Yeah, sure."

"Haven't seen him in six months."

"That's reassuring," Tony muttered, earning an elbow in the side.

"Okay…well, he also said you might allow me to keep my wolf here."

"Wolf? You have a wolf?"

"Yes. He has been my companion ever since I was a baby. Phil specifically sent us here because Fenrir would be allowed to stay."

"'Fenrir.' Why do I know that name? Oh yes. Really big wolf, gray fur."

"Yes," Loki replied, taken aback.

"I remember seeing him years ago, but he belonged to someone else. Prince of Jotunheim, er, Laufey. Yeah, Laufey. Ran away from home because he was mad at his parents about something. He and Phil nearly cleaned me out. Kids…"

'My father was here. And he knew Phil.'

"Why do you have him?"

"So can he stay or should we find another place?" Tony asked.

"No problem. He can sleep in the stables, he won't eat the horses," the innkeeper said dismissively. "He ate, right?"

"Yes, a few hours ago," Loki answered.

"Okay yeah, he won't eat the horses." Loki raised an eyebrow. "You just get him moved in and I'll find a room for you guys. One bed or two?"

"Two!" Both males shouted.

xXxXx

After Fenrir and Loki, because Tony had no belongings, were settled in, Loki and Tony sat at the bar and ordered some ale. Only Tony drank his, but Loki tried a couple sips before giving it to the other male.

"You don't want it?"

"I'm seventeen. I'm not old enough to drink."

"So? I had my first drink when I was…what's the date?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Around fourteen."

"You obviously have no morals."

"Probably not." Loki sighed, but it wasn't because of Tony's behavior. "Talk to me."

"I wonder what happened to Phil. He said he would be here."

"He said he had to take care of something, and we saw him like an hour ago. Give him more time."

"Phil? You mean Phil Coulson?" A female voice said from nearby.

"Does everybody know him?"

Loki and Tony looked to the right and saw a girl with dark hair and hazel eyes, and next to her was a man with light brown hair and green eyes.

"I'm Darcy, and this is Clint."

"Damn it, Darc. Why do you never let me introduce myself?"

"Oops, I forgot."

"You'll make people think I'm co-dependent or something."

"You know Phil?" Loki asked.

"Oh yeah, we go way back," Darcy said.

"Not that far. I've known him longer than you have," Clint said.

"I don't think we're going to get anything useful out of these two," Tony whispered.

"Well, anyway. Who are you guys?"

"Tony."

"Loki."

"I like your earring, Loki," Darcy said.

Loki's eyes widened and his hand shot up to cover his left ear. The girl raised an eyebrow at his reaction.

"Thank you."

"Hey, I need a refill over here!" Darcy shouted, slapping her palm on the bar.

"I think you've had enough," Clint said.

"Don't tell me what to do."

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked to his left when he felt fingers jabbing him in the arm. He raised an eyebrow in reply because he was too tired to do anything else.

"There's a guy sitting in the corner over there and he's been staring at you ever since we sat down." Loki shifted on the stool to look but Tony stopped him, shaking his head. "Don't."

"If he's made aware that I know he's watching me, maybe he will stop."

"Or maybe you will make it worse."

"It's worth a shot. Besides, you're here to protect me."

"Hey wait a second. I never agreed to that."

Loki turned slightly and looked towards the corner that Tony had referred to and saw a man slightly hunched over in a chair. He was well-built and had blonde hair to his shoulders. His cloak was maroon, and his leather riding boots were black. But what really caught Loki's attention were the man's piercing blue eyes, which still hadn't moved at all from his face.

"Loki?"

"I know those eyes. I've seen them before."

"You know that guy?"

"No. I saw someone else's eyes…no, eye. When I was a baby."

"You're not making any sense. I think those two sips were a little too much for you to handle."

"He looks like Odin."

"Loki no!"

"Please tell me he did not just say what I think he said," Darcy hissed.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Loki cried, holding his head in his hands. "I didn't mean to…"

"Yeah, well whether you meant to or not, I highly doubt Tyr gives a damn," Clint said.

Before Loki had time to come up with any kind of reply, he was grabbed by the arm and pulled roughly away from the bar. The stool fell to the floor with a loud crack.

"Loki!" Tony shouted, pushing away from the bar.

"Let go of me! What the Hel do you think you're doing!?" Loki exclaimed, pulling back against the hand that was dragging him towards the staircase.

"Saving your life."

TBC

Sorry if I made Clint and Darcy OOC compared to their counterparts, but they are the drinking buddies in LOTR. I still think Merry and Pippin are gay for each other. And it's supposed to be "implied" or whatever that Clint and Darcy are a couple. Because they are. And now you know.