New Chapter
yay
and I don't think I'm going to be doing double updates for awhile
its kind of hard to get back into the swing of writing after not doing so for a long time.
Actually
you almost didn't get this at all,
my computer ran out yesterday half way through writing the chaptr and I couldn't find my charger
fortunately I did find it after nearly an hour of searching
but it still sent me into a complete panic
I'd only just come back I didn't want to go on hiatus again.
so anyway
enjoy
Thor's POV
Thor blinked. He opened his mouth to speak. Then stopped. His eyes were still resting upon the door through which his brother and nephew had fled. He was vaguely aware that a transformed Banner ran past him, roaring in rage. Thor was having a hard time understanding what had just happened. He knew his nephew had always held more respect for his brother than he had for Thor, but that had simply meant that he was more deeply hurt by Loki's betrayal.
"Thor!" Thor winced. He was beginning to realise that Director Fury was angry. And Director Fury angry was almost as bad as All Father angry. Thor didn't really want to be caught up in the middle of that.
"You allowed both of our prisoners to escape." It wasn't a question. Thor could see the man's one eye flashing dangerously.
He gave a nervous chuckle. "I don't get why Jokul would help him. Jokul was horrified when he learnt of my brother's betrayal."
Tony snorted. "More likely horrified he got caught."
Steve nodded in agreement. "Tony's right. Kid's the son of the god of lies, of course he's going to be able to get some things past you."
Thor's gaze dropped to the ground. His friends were correct, he just wished it were not so. He had already lost his brother. He had no wish to accept that he had lost his nephew for the same cause. It was for that very reason that they had never told Jokul of his Frost Giant heritage. They had feared that he would react in a similar way as Loki. Perhaps that was what had happened. Perhaps Loki had told Jokul what they had hidden from him.
"Err . . . Thor." Thor looked up to see Clint frowning at the place where Jokul had stood.
"Yes Clint." He replied, trying not to let his dejection show too much. He had no doubts that he was completely failing at it, however.
"What colour are your nephew's eyes?" Clint asked. "Because they were blue just now."
Thor stared at the archer, his hope gradually growing. He did not actually know the colour of Jokul's eyes, but this was a theory which allowed room for his nephew to be innocent. He knew it was grasping for straws, though.
"He's being controlled." He said softly. Then he grinned.
Natasha was the only one of the Avengers who did not allow themselves to smile as well, but her glare seemed to grow less fierce to Thor's eyes. "How hard do you have to hit an Asgardian to give them their mind back?" She asked.
Tony smirked. "Might as well find out."