Hi guys!

I'm so excited! This is the second installment of this story! It's the longest story I've written! It's a new record!

I know, it's sad.

**IMPORTANT**READ LINES BELOW**

I unfortunately will not be updating for a few weeks. Don't worry, I will continue, but I have four other stories that are still in first chapter mode, and I want to catch up on those. I invite you to take a look at them, and I hope you like them and support them as much as you do this story. I believe you can access them on my profile page?

I don't have any other important announcements, but hopefully I can continue updating in 2 weeks. Thanks for the support!

Here's the chapter!

Loki

Iron Man aimed his weapons at me. I laughed.

"Really, Stark? You think you can defeat me with your petty mortal weapons? You underestimate me. Only magical metals can harm me."

Tony Stark was confused.

"What are you talking about? Magic metals? Like leprechaun gold?"

My shoulders slumped. I face-palmed and groaned. Of course this pea-brained idiot of a mortal would think I was speaking of those annoying creatures.

"No." I spoke slowly so he could understand,"I mean magical metals. Celestial bronze, Imperial gold, Bone steel, metals blessed and consecrated to the gods."

"Like these?"

I turned, confused. Two teenagers were standing there, weapons unsheathed, glares directed towards me. My eyes widened.

Their weapons were celestial bronze.

Tony

Those two kids were crazy. They had swords. Swords!

Loki turned toward them, confusion written upon his face. Before he could realize what was happening, the boy swung his sword. I expected him to be off, but instead he hit his mark, sword clashing with the one that appeared in Loki's hand moments before.

They were jabbing, swinging, slashing. The boy must have taken fencing lessons, because he was good. Really good.

Loki was good, too. But something told me he'd done better. He was distracted, unfocused, not entirely thinking about the fight.

Little did I know that I was right.

Loki

This boy seemed familiar. He had striking green eyes, dark black hair, and a unknowing confidence, like he didn't realize just how astounding he was. He bit his lip every time a certain swing was hard for him to counter. He was the best swordsman I've ever fought.

I knocked him away easily, turning my attention to the man in iron. He had disappeared during the fight, when I was distracted. Darn you, Stark.

I turned back to the boy. He had a cut on his face, from his temple to jaw line, and he had bitten his lip while we were fighting. The girl was trying to wipe his face, but he kept pushing her away.

"I just need some water, Annabeth." So the girl's name was Annabeth. Strange.

"I know, Percy, but we don't have any water. That's where we were headed, to get a coffee at the cafe with your mother. I told you already, three times." Percy, percy. That is a strange name as well. Not anything I was familiar with, it was more greek than norse.

Percy saw me watching them, and charged again. He brought his sword down, and I blocked it. I knocked his sword away from my face, and he slashed at me again.

I was too slow. He managed to cut my forehead between my eyebrows, blood flowing down my face onto my tongue.

I tasted my blood, a mix of sweet, frost, and pine. The boy's blood I could sense, an overpowering of salt, water, and horses, but there was more. An undercurrent of pine trees, cool mornings, sunshine. Cool streams, pebbles, mountain air. Underneath that was even more. Cold, frost, dark forests, snow storms.

Then I realized why he seemed familiar.

He had my blood.

Later that day (after the battle)...

It was impossible. I hadn't sired a child in years. The last one was over 35 years ago (in midgardian terms), and that boy was clearly much younger. The last one was definitely older than him.

Oh, Laura. How I miss you. I thought of my beloved, dying in a plane crash. Oh how I missed her and our daughter.

Our daughter.

Our DAUGHTER.

Oh, gods of Asgard.

I haven't seen my daughter in years. I completely neglected her. I forgot her in my distraught. I could have provided her with food, a place to live, care. She was only five years old.

What was her name?

I am a terrible father. I can't even remember my daughter's name.

Oh, that's right. It's Salomea. Salomea Alva.

I will find her. I will make things right.

I will find my Sally.

Yay! Part 2 is done!

Please don't be mad at me for my announcement earlier. Also, I hope, after I continue updating, I can update more consistently. I'm sorry about updating willy-nilly.(cool word!)

I hope this cliffy isn't as bad as the last, because I find that cliffhangers that make you think are better than the ones where you're just left hanging (I'm looking at you, Uncle Rick!).

Also, this is just something I would like to say. I know how everyone says,"Oh, Uncle Rick's a troll, he kills off everyone's favorite characters, he'a a greek monster in disguise...," But I know that, at the end of the day, we love him, because he's just a great author, and we don't hate him, and we forgive him for throwing our OTP in tartarus, and 'sobs quietly' killing Leo, and 'starts crying uncontrollably' giving...Nico...so... much...pain...aaahhh!

*Blows nose* Sorry. I'll try to control myself next time...

Thanks!

Shadow travel to Loki, slap him, then kiss him.

Love,

mems1223