A golden prince stomped carelessly through his palace, his hair billowing in the gentle breeze that drifted through the windows and his sapphire eyes glinting in the sun light. It was a tremendous day. A day he wanted to share with his brother. He knocked loudly on the mahogany door that guarded his brothers chambers and waited impatiently for a reply. Nothing. He knocked again, and again, and again, before pushing the door open and stepping inside, wide eyes blinking furiously as he tried to adjust to the dimness of the room. He hadn't seen his brother for days, and worried at the state of the room. Loki's room was always spotless, books filed away in shelves in some sort of order, everything placed away in its appropriate place. But today... today there were books on the floor. Placed though, not tossed, Thor noted, a trait of someone who respected them. He stepped into the room and picked up an old book, with snowflakes lacing the front. Thor's face cracked into a wide grin. This had always been Loki's favourite as a child. Thor placed the book down onto the floor where he found it and looked about the room. Loki's room was the biggest of all the rooms in Asgard, with dark wooden flooring, green drapes that half hid a huge balcony that over looked the gardens and a huge bed in the center, big enough to fit 10 Thors in, that was always bathed in sunlight from the circular ceiling window above. The path to the bed was littered with odds and ends, more books, small wooden and gold toys and blankets. Thor stepped carefully over to the bed, trying not to crush and of the toys under his boots, and stopped to take a seat on the green sheets. There were tiny pink and gold snow flakes fluttering in gentle circles over a sleeping Loki, who slept curled in a tight ball, bare chested on top of the clovers. His fingers glowed a gentle green, humming with his magic, which was obviously keeping the snowflakes drifting. It was only then, that Thor noticed a tiny foot pressed against Loki's bicep, that kicked gently and a tiny hand reach towards the snowflakes. Thor leaned forward to look into Loki's arms and small smile graced his face. Loki's tiny child, Hela, he had called her, lay nestled in his arms, huge green eyes blinking up at the snowflakes and gummy smile parted into a grin. This was the first time Thor had seen her, as Loki had kept her hidden away for the first fer hundred years of your life. She had the same tufts of ebony hair and delicate porcelain skin. He reached forward with a nervous hand, and let out a soft laugh when she grabbed his finger and stuck it straight into her mouth. She fixed him with an emerald stare that already seemed to know much and gurgled happily as she chewed his finger, her tiny fingers live a vice around his. After a few moment, Thor suddenly noticed that he was being watched by two pairs of green eyes.

"Good morning brother," Thor said softly as Hela turned to stare at Loki, letting out an excited shriek to see that he was awake. The snowflakes slowly faded and Loki let out a sleepy yawn and pulled Hela closer to his chest.

"Good morning, Thor," he sighed and his eyes fluttered shut for a few moments. "What can I do for you?"

Thor shifted so that he was sitting cross legged on the bed, as he often did when they were children.

"Tis a tremendous day, brother. I would ask for your company," Thor beamed, and he looked down at the baby. "And of course, yours too," he added with a smile, offering his finger for her take once more. Loki's eyes opened to stare at his baby.

"I suppose she is a little bigger now," he muttered, pushing himself up into a sitting position and picking the baby up to stand in his lap. She giggled, kicking her legs in his lap and letting out soft squeals of delight as her parent held her softly in his arms. Loki couldn't suppress a soft sigh of delight at his daughter as she expressed her joy, gripping her uncles finger as she bounced maniacally in her fathers arms...

...

A golden king grinned into his coffee as he watched his brother wrap a sleepy arm around his baby; who was far too big to be cuddled to sleep, her eyes slowly drooping too slumber as Loki breathed contented breaths into the back of her neck. Hela shifted soundlessly in her sleep and Tony watched her with unblinking eyes, her head against her fathers chest, her slow breaths falling in time with his heart beat and her delicate fingers curling possesively around his arm. They both seemed to favour the sofa as their place of rest, and spent a lot of their time lolling about on it, talking and sleeping. Tony was almost jealous. Hela very rarely spent the entire night with him, and sometimes it was the snuggling up that he enjoyed, not just the sex. He watched her roll over to face them, lips parted in a sleepy sigh, black hair falling about her face in a wild mess. Tony managed to tear his eyes away before he did something dumb and turned to Thor.

"Hey big guy, uh... can we borrow you for a second?" Tony asked, pointing down towards his workshop where Bruce waited for them.

"Yes of course," Thor agreed, casting his kin one last look before following Tony down the stair case. Bruce awaited them, typing furiously at a computer and swivveled around to greet them with a sheepish smile as Thor took a seat opposite, arms crossed a slight frown pressing his features.

"What can I do you for?" Thor asked in his rarely heard, kingly business voice.

"Have you uh... have you had much chance to speak with Loki?" Bruce asked as casually as he could, folding his hands across his stomach as he slid down into his chair.

"My brother is still a little... off, with me. Yet we have had words," Thor explained. "Why?"

"Well..."

...

Clint stood over Loki, bow in hand, watching the god sleep. He breathed heavily, his finger twitching against an arrow that rested against the invisible string of his bow. He was surprised that Loki had not awakened, nor Hela. He had pointed the arrow at Loki's temple 5 or 6 times, then lowered in frustration.

Just shoot him. Kill the bastard. Make him bleed, make him suffer.

Again, he raised the bow, and aimed it this time between Loki's eyes.

Let go of the goddamn string! Kill the son of a bitch!

Again he lowered his weapon, and let out a low, irritated grumble, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.

He took your mind. He played with it. He defiled your thoughts. Just fucking do it. Kill the Asgardian...

Clint stumbled back, a cold sweat breaking through his skin. The Asgardian? This wasn't his conscience speaking to him. This was someone else.

"Who... who are you?" he stammered, dropping his weapon on the floor and pressing his hands to his head.

Kill the Asgardian. And his wretched brother, Kill them both. Punish them. Make them burn, make them scream... make them suffer.