AN: Posting this at 1 in the morning. Please let me know if there are any glaring errors. Or if my fight scene ended with anyone losing a head where they shouldn't... Sadly that has happened before.
"So I just got off the phone with some of my lawyers," Tony said, pouring himself a drink. "They wanted to know if you could get them a written copy of the terms of Fenrir's release. Oh, and they also wanted me to ask if stopping guards from taking Fenrir could start a war with Asgard?"
"I don't think so," Thor said, turning away from the window he'd been looking out of. "But it seems that I no longer know the lengths my father is capable of sinking to." Thor hated to admit his doubts in his father. Not so long ago he'd been strong in his beliefs of the Allfather's goodness and wisdom. But since learning the part he'd played in Fenrir's imprisonment on Svartalfheim, Thor wasn't sure what to expect from him.
"Well, I'm sure designing weapons for an epic space battle can't be that difficult," Tony muttered to himself. "Either way, my lawyers are pretty sure that they could fight this." Tony insisted.
"Assuming that Asgard decides to respect Midgardian legal rulings," Bruce said.
"Don't underestimate my lawyers. They can convince people of anything," Tony said.
"I don't know how much use it will be," Thor said. "But if you believe that these wordsmiths can help then it is worth the chance." Tony began to speak again when Jarvis interrupted him.
"Sirs, I think you should know that we appear to have a visitor," Jarvis said.
"I don't believe this," Tony said. "They actually sent someone. Why didn't my alarms go off?"
"Who is with Fenrir now?" Thor demanded as he summoned Mjolnir.
"Clint was in there last time I checked," Bruce said.
"Excuse me!" Jarvis shouted. "But before you all suit up for battle I think you should know that our rooftop visitor is Loki."
"Loki?" Thor said. A smile starting to spread on his face. "This is wonderful."
"Not really sharing the joy here, Thor," Tony said, as his suit finished assembling around him.
"Don't you understand? He's finally heard about Fenrir," Thor said, surprised that his teammates still seemed to be preparing for a battle.
"Or he's just here to fight like he usually is," Tony said.
"Let me go up to the roof and talk to him then," Thor insisted. "If he doesn't yet know of Fenrir then I can tell him." Before anyone could respond Thor was hurrying toward the stairs. There was so much that Loki should hear before he went to see Fenrir.
"Wait, Thor," Bruce said.
"Just give me time to explain," Thor called over his shoulder. Racing up the stairs to the roof as fast as he could, Thor could hardly contain his excitement. Loki was finally here! Fenrir had been getting more and more worried by the fact that Loki hadn't come for him, but not anymore. As for Loki himself; losing Fenrir had all but destroyed him and he'd never been quite the same after. But now things could go back to the way that they'd been before. Loki and Fenrir would be so happy to see one another. And Loki would be so eager to make up for lost time that surely he would finally give up on his plans to rule Midgard.
As he reached to open the door to the roof his smile grew even larger at the thought that they could finally stop being enemies. Thor pulled the door open and saw Loki standing just a few feet away.
"Loki," Thor said, happily.
"Hello, Thor," Loki said, clutching tightly to a staff at his side. "Where's my son?"
Clint wanted to say something to Fenrir. He really did. Anyone would be upset after the day he'd had, and the fact that he had barely moved or made a sound since Clint had come into the room had basically confirmed the fact. Clint wanted to say something, but what do you say in a situation like this?
"You were transformed into a wolf today and almost ripped off your own leg. You clearly have some unresolved issues about your past. Now I know I beat the shit out of you a few short weeks ago; but I'm here if you want to talk."
Looking over at Fenrir, Clint decided that it was probably best if he just kept his mouth shut. Just because Fenrir had been willing to tag along to the circus with him didn't mean that he'd really gotten past the incident in the library. If he did want to talk to anyone then it would be Thor or someone that he actually liked. Best for everyone if he just sat in his chair and watched TV until it was time for Bruce to take over and for him to leave.
"Sirs," Jarvis said, distracting Clint from Master Chef and making Fenrir look up from his bed. "I was asked not to alert you of any developments until Thor returned, but I think it would be best if Fenrir were brought to the roof as soon as possible."
"What's going on?" Clint asked.
"Loki arrived on the roof a short while ago," Jarvis said.
"Oh, hell," Clint muttered at the same time Fenrir sat up straight in bed.
"My father's here?" Fenrir asked, instantly alert.
"Things do not seem to be going well," Jarvis said. "Their fight is quickly escalating and I think that Fenrir's presence may help to calm the situation."
"What? Why are they fighting?" Fenrir asked, meanwhile Clint thought it best to stay quiet and make sure his arrows were ready.
"It seems that there is some misunderstanding as to Fenrir's presence here," Jarvis explains.
"Wha- I have to get to the roof," Fenrir said, turning to Clint.
"Jarvis," Clint said. "Get Bruce and Tony-"
"No!" Fenrir interrupted. "There isn't time. You have to get me up there. Before they hurt each other."
"You are not asking me this," Clint said.
"They're fighting because of me. I have to get them to stop," Fenrir said.
"I am not carrying you to the roof so that you can have a reunion with Loki," Clint says.
"Please," Fenrir begged. "Please, he's my father I need to- please."
Seeing that Clint was making no move to the bed Fenrir began pushing himself up. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed he got ready to try and stand when he felt Clint wrapping an arm around his waist. Clint pulled him the rest of the way out of the bed and began pulling Fenrir toward the door.
"Thank yo-" Fenrir began.
"Don't talk," Clint said sharply. "I might realize what it is I'm doing."
Thor ducked out of the way as Loki swung his new staff at him. Loki cursed his luck as another shot missed its mark. His new weapon wasn't supposed to miss.
The dwarves had told him when he'd arrived that the weapons weren't complete. That they wouldn't be able to do all that they were meant to. But the staff, the beautiful staff with the curved blade, which was so close to completion that he couldn't leave it behind. Not when he knew what he would be up against.
Given more time the staff would have never missed a mark. Every swing in close combat would have landed where intended. And any injury made by its blade would not stop bleeding for weeks. If he'd been able to give them a few more months then it could have been done. But with his son trapped on Midgard he couldn't afford to leave it behind. Though even if some of his shots missed, and the wounds would heal, Loki could be safe in the knowledge that, at the very least, he could make Thor bleed.
"Did you really think that I would never realize that he was here?" Loki said, swinging his staff and landing a slice across Thor's arm.
"No! I wanted you to know," Thor said. He quickly stepped back to avoid another hit from Loki's weapon.
"Wanted me to know?" Loki said, momentarily stunned. "Are you truly so proud of your actions?"
"I took him out of his prison cell, I got him off of Svartalfheim," Thor declared, taking advantage of Loki's distraction to take a swing of his own.
"Let him out just so you could bring him here," Loki said. "Pretending mercy to justify what you wanted. Just like Odin. Your father would be proud." With the last word Loki dived at Thor and managed to leave a gash along his cheek before Thor was able to defend against him. The two of them prepared for their next attack when the door to the roof slammed open.
"Stop!" A man's voice called out. Loki spun around to redirect his attack and saw his son standing in the doorway.
"Fenris," Loki whispered, allowing the staff to drop to his side. In all the time he had been chasing rumors about his son he had been picturing the little boy he'd last seen on Asgard. But the Fenrir he was looking at now was grown. He had missed everything.
"Papa?" Fenrir said hesitantly, interrupting Loki's thoughts. Without another thought Loki dropped the staff and ran to embrace his son.
"I'm sorry," Fenrir whispered to Loki as he returned the hug. "I'm so sorry for everything."
"It wasn't your fault," Loki said, holding on tighter. "I should have taught you better."
"I missed you," Fenrir said, speaking over his father's words. "I missed you so much."
"I'm sorry that I never came for you," As Loki finished speaking he noticed a shift in Fenrir's weight as he was suddenly supporting his son. Looking away from Fenrir to determine the source of the change he saw that Barton was stepping away from them. He only needed to look his son over for a moment before he realized why his son needed someone to hold him up.
"You," Loki snarled, before using his magic to toss Clint across the roof and into a wall.
"No!" Fenrir cried, pulling away from Loki. "What are you doing?"
"I'll make them all pay for hurting you," Loki said.
"What? No, papa, they didn't hurt me. I did this," Fenrir insisted.
"It's true Loki," Thor said, receiving a glare from his brother. "We've been taking care of him."
Loki glanced down at Fenrir's leg before replying. "And you've clearly been doing a remarkable job at that."
"He's telling the truth," Fenrir said. "He and the others have been looking out for me. They've been helping me."
"Very well," Loki said, still not entirely convinced of Thor's innocence. "If this is true than I suppose I owe you my gratitude." Thor smiled and finally relaxed out of his fighting stance.
"Well, now that all that is settled," Loki said, raising a hand to smooth his son's hair. "There really is no reason for us to linger.
"What do you mean?" Thor asked.
"It means that I'm taking my son, and we're going." Loki said, not taking his eyes off of his son.
"No," Fenrir said, pulling away from Loki. "I can't go anywhere with you."
"Fenrir needs to stay here, Loki," Thor said.
"My son belongs with me," Loki shot back.
"No, you don't understand. I have to stay with Thor," Fenrir said, holding tighter to his father's arm to maintain his balance now that he was no longer being held.
"This is nonsense. You are coming with me," Loki said.
"No!" Fenrir said, beginning to panic. "I can never ever go with you."
Loki immediately spun around to glare at Thor. "What did you do?"
"Loki, you need to listen," Thor said.
"Did Fenrir listen to you? Is that why the thought of me taking him away has him terrified."
"Loki-" Thor started.
"It wasn't enough that you had everything?" Loki said, not letting Thor finish. "You had to take him too?"
"Papa, please let me explain," Fenrir said.
"No need," Loki said, pulling out of Fenrir's grip and looking between him and Thor. "I've heard it all before. If you'd really prefer this bumbling oaf to me then you two are welcome to each other." Without another word, Loki used his magic and was gone.
"Papa," Fenrir said quietly, as he collapsed to his knees and stared at the spot where his father had stood.
AN:That was happy. Review this chapter and the next one won't be so sad.