AN: Hey every one, I'm alive. Well this story has taken much longer than I originally thought it would so I thought a quick recap might be helpful.

The movies events up to Iron Man 3 were essentially the same, but average in an extra three years. In this time the Avengers have all moved in together and Loki has been a consistent reoccurring threat. Thor goes home to visit his family and ends up finding his long lost nephew. Yay! The problem is that Odin doesn't like him, believes he is destined to kill Thor, and wants him locked up again. Frigga aranges for Fenrir to go live on Earth with Thor. The Avengers are initially hesitant to accept Fenrir, since he has a pretty dark history. Clint especially has issues. Eventually all of the Avengers come to accept and like Fenrir. Yay! Meanwhile Loki has heard rumors that Fenrir is alive and, after a little investigation and murder, he goes to get Fenrir. The reunion does not go well, Loki and Fenrir fight, and Loki leaves. Loki destroys the city where Fenrir was imprisoned and chats with Frigga. Frigga tells him to go see his son and he heads back.

Subplots aside, I think that that is everything that you need to know. Also, I'm posting this at 2 in the morning. So if I have suddenly started calling New York Paris, like I did that one time, please give me a heads up so I can change it back.

And now for our feature presentation.

That hadn't just happened. There was no way that his uncle would just leave him pinned to the roof like this, Fenrir thought. But as he watched the door close behind Clint it quickly became clear that they weren't coming back. Even knowing that no one would be coming back to let him up, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the door for several moments. Fenrir closed his eyes and let his head droop down to his chest. He couldn't do this. He couldn't even look at his father.

How could they all have done this to him? Trapping him and his father up here together. Did they really think that this was what he wanted? After all, what good was it having his father back when the man clearly didn't want to be here? It was only going to make it worse when the spell wore off and he had to watch him leave again.

After what felt like an age, Fenrir finally forced himself to look over at his father. He was glaring at the door where Thor and his friends had gone. He clearly hated this situation just as much as Fenrir had known he would. The last time that his father had been at the Tower, Fenrir had been too caught up in his own emotions to really study him. Now, while his father's attention was still on Thor, he had the chance to really look. At first he had thought that his father was just the same as he had always been but, now that he had the time to think, he saw that he wasn't the only one to change in the years apart.

Everything about his father seemed sharp now. He was thinner and his face, his body, even his eyes seemed to have taken on a fiercer aspect. His eyes especially were altered. Fenrir had always remembered his father's eyes as being light. Even when he had been serious, his eyes had always looked like they were laughing at something. Some joke that no one even knew was being prepared for them. Now his father's eyes just seemed vicious.

When Fenrir had been little he'd always loved the fact that he had had the same eyes as his father. He'd loved being told how much they looked alike. Loved knowing that it was one of the few compliments he was given that were always genuine. Even on Midgard it was the first thing that people seemed to comment on when meeting him. He hadn't understood at first why having his father's eyes had suddenly become a bad thing. Now he could fully appreciate how being faced with them could make a person uneasy.

"I doubt the spell will last for long," Fenrir said, breaking the silence and grabbing his father's attention. "The longest one that we've seen has only lasted a few hours. It is as he said, they wear off on their own. So you should be able to leave before long."

"Much good that will do you," Loki said, nodding his head at the hammer resting on Fenrir's leg.

"After Thor sees that you've left again then he'll come and take it off," Fenrir said.

"You seem quite certain," Loki said.

"He left me here to be with you. There's no point in my remaining up here after you're gone," Fenrir replied.

"Have you considered what may happen if the spell wears off and I don't immediately leave?" Loki asked.

"You will," Fenrir said, not even allowing himself to hope for the alternative. "I learn from history, and you left before. It's only logical that you'll leave again."

"I did not leave before," Loki said. "When I left here it was to go to Svartalfheim. I went to see Auolies and his council. I left to attain justice for what they did to you."

"To the people of Svartalheim, locking me up was justice. Now they'll just have more reason to hate me than ever," Fenrir said back.

"Then I was seeking vengeance; and I achieved it. I destroyed your tormentors, Fenrir. I made sure that every one of them was made to-"

"I never wanted vengeance!" Fenrir had to stop for a moment. Raising his voice to anyone was difficult enough, and every impulse in his body went against yelling at his father. "I wanted my father." Fenrir continued, once he was calm again. "I wanted you. All I wanted was for you to be here and you… You took one look at me and decided you time was better spent elsewhere. You left."

"I came back," Loki said.

"You were forced to come back," Fenrir said, forcing his face to stay neutral.

"I came back days ago. I meant to contact you immediately," Loki said.

"Then why didn't you?" Fenrir asked.

"I had been hoping to find you alone. Something that proved to be impossible, since your guards never leave you alone," Loki said.

"Don't call them that. They aren't guards," Fenrir said, wishing that he could stand up. "They've been helping me."

"Yes, I saw what a good job they were doing of helping you the last time I was here. How are you healing, by the way?" Loki asked, shooting another poisonous glance toward the door to the Tower.

"That wasn't their fault," Fenrir said.

"No, nothing ever is Thor's fault," Loki said, practically spitting out Thor's name.

"Why do you have to hate him so much?" Fenrir wasn't sure why he was even bothering to ask. It wasn't like there was any answer his father could give that would make things make sense again. "You're brothers, you used to love each other."

"That was all a lie," Loki replied.

"Thor doesn't think so," Fenrir said.

"That is one of the benefits of being a fool. Whenever something occurs that he dislikes he simply refuses to understand. It doesn't mean that it isn't the truth," Loki said.

"Do you have to keep fighting him? Can't you both just stop and be like you were before?" Fenrir asked.

"Nothing will ever be the way that it was before, Fenrir," Loki said. For a second, Fenrir could almost believe that his father had sounded sad.

A popping sound drew their attention to the blue bars that were still circling Loki. They watched as the lights flickered in intensity before growing solid again. Clearly the spell would not be lasting for much longer.

"Do you know Puck?" Fenrir said, wanting nothing more at the moment than to not think about what his family could or couldn't be.

"What?" Loki asked.

"He seemed like he knew you," Fenrir said.

"I knew him very briefly when you were young. You actually met him once," Loki said.

"Are the two of you working together now?" Fenrir asked.

"Puck is insufferable at the best of times. I would never work alongside him. Why would you think I would?" Loki replied.

"Don't villains often work together?"

"I'm not a villain," Loki said. Fenrir didn't reply, he just stared at his father. "I suppose your new friends have told you stories of me. Don't believe everything that they tell you. Morality and virtue are all in the eyes of the beholder."

"No. Cruel is cruel," Fenrir whispered. "You hurt people."

"Whatever stories Thor and his companions have told you-"

"You hurt Clint," Fenrir said.

"Is he still complaining about that?" Loki seemed amused. "He should have been grateful. With the power of the scepter I could have done much worse than I did."

"You made him hurt people," Fenrir said, feeling like he may be sick. Knowing that his father had committed crimes had been painful, but hearing him practically laugh about it was almost too painful. "The people that Clint worked with, they didn't trust him after what you did. They thought that he was a traitor and a murderer. There were people who wanted to lock him away." Fenrir couldn't quite repress the shudder that came when he thought of Clint imprisoned.

"Am I to be blamed for Midgardian nonsense? Anyone could see that the archer was being controlled. Most of the people that he killed weren't even working for S.H.I.E.L.D. They were part of some organization called Hydra. Barton didn't even know most of them," Loki replied.

"That isn't the point. You hurt him and he didn't deserve it," Fenrir insisted.

"If you wish to speak about the archer so badly then let's talk about him. You condemn me for how you say that I hurt him, but what about when he hurt you?" Loki said. Fenrir couldn't think of what to say. There was no way that his father could have found out about what had happened between him and Clint in the Library.

"I told you that I have been back for some time," Loki continued. "I have my own sources of information in this world. I know about what he did to you. I also know that neither Thor or any of the other heroes that live here did anything to punish him for what he'd done.

"How can you tolerate any of them when they would allow you to be treated in such a way? Is this place really so much different from what you've left behind? You wish to call me cruel, and maybe I am, but these creatures are no better. Now tell me truly, do you believe that the archer would have ceased his attack had he not been interrupted? How much farther do you think his hate would have carried him if he hadn't feared some retribution from Thor. How far would he have gone if he'd know… If he'd believed that there would be no consequences?"

"He apologized to me for what he did. I know that he regrets it." Fenrir said, wondering how he could possibly explain his choices to his father. Eventually he settled on, "He watches movies with me."

His father raised an eyebrow at his answer but didn't interrupt.

"He spends time with me and he'll explain things. Helping me figure out how things work here. Bruce does too. Or he'll just sit and talk, and he never laughs at me when I'm afraid. And Tony, Tony is the one who invited me to live here. He's been so generous. Anything that I need he has made sure to obtain for me. Steve lets me go running with him every day. He talks with me too, he even… he told me that I'm good. That I don't need to pay for what happened on Svartalfheim for the rest of my life," The last comment seemed to have gotten his father's attention at least. Fenrir hurried to continue.

"I know that you don't like Pepper or Jane Foster, but the two of them have been nothing but good to me. They are kind. When I'm with them, I'm often reminded of the time I used to spend with Frigga. Feeling such affection, it- it is something that I never thought that I would experience again."

"What about Thor?" Loki said, after thinking for a minute. "I notice that you left him out of your speech."

"Thor… I spent more of my life in that miserable cell than I did out of it. Thor was the one who found me. He gave me back my freedom and it was he and his friends who have given me my new home. Whatever else happens, whatever else I might feel, or want for myself, I won't ever be able to forget the debt that I owe to him."

"Fenrir-" Loki began. Once again they were interrupted by the popping sound. The two of them watched as the lights that had been wrapped tightly around Loki began to flicker out. Abruptly the blinking stopped and the remaining light seemed to turn to dust and fall into a circle on the ground. Loki continued sitting for a moment before stretching out an arm to test whether or not the spell was still there. Realizing that he was completely free, he wasted no time in standing up and beginning to stretch.

Fenrir looked down at the ground and fought as hard as he could to hide the fact that he was about to start crying. He would not be weak in front of his father. He had known that this was coming and he was not going to let his father's last sight of him include tears. He wasn't.

"You should leave now," Fenrir forced himself to say. "I don't know how long they'll leave us up here. I don't want for there to be a fight."

"Perhaps I'll linger a while. They haven't interrupted us yet," Loki said, with a smirk.

"They knew that you couldn't use your magic when you were bound and they wanted us to talk. Now that the spell is over you are a threat again," Fenrir waited, but his father made no move to leave.

"You… you have to go," Fenrir repeated, his eyes darting back and forth between his father and the door leading inside.

"No, I don't think I will," Loki said.

"Papa, please!" Fenrir begged. "I don't want anyone to be hurt."

"You never were one for violence. You may be older, but you haven't really changed at all, have you?" Loki said, kneeling down in front of Fenrir. Reaching out a hand he brushed some hair out of Fenrir's face and tucked it behind his ear. "Not in the ways that matter."

"Now, if I understand correctly, Thor's little friends were willing to ignore my presence because I was no threat. You also claim that this was because of a supposed devotion to you, and a desire for you and I to reconnect. Is this all true?" Loki asked.

"Yes. They knew that I wanted to see you," Fenrir said.

"They haven't given us much time. In fact I don't think that I am done talking to you yet," Fenrir couldn't do anything but stare at his father. It couldn't be possible. There was no way that his father was saying what it sounded like.

"If all of your new friends are as loyal to you as you are to them, then I am sure that they wouldn't want for our reunion to be cut short just because some imp couldn't conjure a more stable binding spell. Truthfully I don't see, with the amount of time we must make up for, how one meeting could accomplish it all."

"No," Fenrir whispered. "I think you're right. One night isn't enough."

"Yet as long as I am seen as a threat, I shall be forbidden entrance. Though I wonder; if the threat I presented were to be removed, how they would feel about my presence?" Loki asked. "If my aim was only to see you?"

This was better than Fenrir had let himself hope for! Without even taking time to think he answered. "I know that they would let you. Just swear that you aren't here to start a fight and I know they will."

"Easy enough. I was rarely the one to start things," Loki offered. Just like that Fenrir's excitement began to drop away. He could practically hear his father thinking of ways that he could go around his own words. To gain the freedom of the Tower while still working against everyone else.

"No," Fenrir forced himself to say. "I need for you to promise. Swear to me that you would not be coming here to cause damage. Swear that you only want to see me. If you're not, if this is just so you can get close to them, then I just want you to leave me alone." Fenrir closed his eyes and braced himself for his father's rejection. Waited for the sound of footsteps as he walked away. He wasn't prepared for the hand coming to rest on the back of his head and, had Thor's hammer not been pinning him to the ground, would have surely jumped.

"Fenris," Loki said, waiting for Fenrir to open his eyes and look at him. "I swear to you, that if I am allowed to return, I will be here only to see my son." Fenrir reached out and gripped the hand that his father was holding him with. "For the moment I think that it would be best if I left. Give Thor and his friends a chance to decide how they will deal with my presence in their lives. But I promise you that I will be back soon." Loki smiled at Fenrir. Briefly pressing their foreheads together, he gave Fenrir's hand one last squeeze before standing up. "Goodbye Fenrir." He said, taking a few steps and seeming to dissolve before Fenrir's eyes.

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Thor was nearly in tears by the time that Loki left. Bruce wasn't sure if he should offer the man a hug or just leave him be. He decided to just go with his instincts and let Thor process his feelings in his own way. Judging by the fact that everyone else in the room was giving Thor at least a three-foot berth, it seemed like he wasn't alone in his decision.

"And you told me not to turn on the cameras," Tony said, giving Steve a smug grin.

"I still think that watching Fenrir's reunion on your flat screen is too invasive," Steve said. In an attempt to protest Tony's decision to televise what was going on between Fenrir and Loki, Steve had chosen a chair that faced the opposite wall. Despite the intentions, Bruce had noticed that Steve had bent in every angle possible to see the screen once the force field around Loki had worn off.

"When a person comes into my house, multiple times, to try and kill me then they lose the right to privacy. Also can I just point out that I am without a doubt the nicest person on the planet. I'm expecting you all to arrange a parade. Maybe a day of the week renamed for me," Tony said.

"Tony," Pepper said.

"Ok, fine, the days can stay. I'll settle for a cake," Tony said.

"You're not getting a cake," Pepper said.

"Seriously? My third greatest enemy came to my roof completely defenseless and stayed put for over a half hour. And did I attack or try to trap him? No, I just left him alone to chat with his son. I didn't even toss any of that paint from Clint's room on him. If that doesn't deserve a cake than I don't know why we even have cakes," Tony said.

Strangely this wasn't the first time that there had been an argument like this between Tony and Pepper. For some reason, that Bruce still hadn't been able to work out, Tony never seemed to realize that he could go and buy a cake for himself.

"My friends, don't you understand what this means?" Thor said, somehow managing to wipe tears from his face with the back of his hand and still look manly. "He isn't our enemy anymore. Loki has agreed to lay down arms. For as long as we allow him to see Fenrir, we will have a truce."

"Is that what they just agreed to?" Steve asked.

"Technically, but it is Loki so odds are he's already thought of some loophole where he can still murder us in our sleep," Bruce said.

"Nonsense," Thor insisted. "Loki just wants to be with his son. The conflict between the rest of us will be of little importance now."

"I've got to agree with Fabio here," Tony said. "Did you see that? They talked, they did that stoic head hug and everything." Tony walked away from the screen and went to go sit down on the couch. "I think he meant it. And if he actually follows through on his promise and comes back for some bonding time then the two of them will have achieved the best father son relationship of anyone I know."

"That can't possibly be true," Steve said, looking sadly at Tony. The thought made Bruce a little sad too, but he wasn't nearly as surprised as Steve seemed to be.

"Tony, that is not what a healthy family relationship looks like," Pepper said.

"They hugged," Tony insisted.

"I'm inviting my parents to come for a visit. Soon," Pepper said.

Tony immediately lost all the color in his face and began to try and convince Pepper that the Tower was going to need a few more months of renovations before they could start receiving guests. Thor excused himself to go and release Fenrir from the roof. Meanwhile Steve had grabbed a remote from off of the coffee table and turned off the cameras that had been showing them the roof.

Bruce was about to say something to him when he heard something down the hall. Lifting his head, he was almost sure that he could tell what was approaching. "Do I smell-" Bruce began.

"Wha'd I miss?" Clint asked, slamming onto the couch next to Bruce and shifting a bowl of popcorn onto his lap. "Did I miss the big finale?"

"Papa Bears gone, but Baby Bear gave him visitation rights," Tony said.

"Damn," Clint said, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Ok, first I'm going to need for all people who are still dripping paint to get off of my 30000-dollar couch. Second, how are you still unhappy about this? I figured that you were over your Loki issues; seeing as you were the one to drag Fenrir up to the roof for their Dr. Phil special."

"I'm not proud of that," Clint said. "But as much as I hate the guy, Fenrir doesn't. He needed to see his dad and I figured that while he was tied up on the roof was the best time." Clint stopped talking long enough to toss a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth. "I was hoping that Fenrir was just going to tell his dad to fuck off, but I knew that that was probably a long shot."

"That's fascinating but I repeat, I'm going to need you to get off of the very expensive couch," Tony said. Clint just smiled at him and lifted his legs to stretch out onto more of the couch.

"So," Bruce said, interrupting Tony before he had a chance to throw a lamp at Clint. "Has anyone thought about what we are going to do now that Fenrir's basically given Loki an open invitation to come visit?"

"Well, even if we put Thor's optimism aside, I think he's right. I don't think Loki is going to start any big problems with Fenrir around," Steve said.

"I think he'll try and cause as much trouble as he can get away with," Tony added. "But I agree. He wants to see Fenrir. I say that we wait and see how things play out. Maybe keep a few extra weapons stashed within reach, but mostly just see how things go."

"Well, I think that letting Loki anywhere near the Tower is a terrible idea, but no one ever listens to me, so I guess I'm fine as long as he stays far away from me," Clint said.

"What happens if you bump into him in a hallway?" Steve asked.

"I like Fenrir, but Loki comes anywhere near me and I make no promises about anything," Clint said.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, turning to look at Bruce.

Bruce thought for a bit before answering. "I think that Loki could cause a lot of problems for all of us; including Fenrir. But Fenrir needs his dad and if this could make Loki give up attacking us then I say that it's worth the risk."

"So it's agreed. We let Loki come back to the Tower to visit Fenrir. We keep a close watch but until he acts our, we stand down," Steve said.

"As nice as it is to hear you all agree on something, I think you've forgotten one piece of the equation," Everyone in the room to see Natasha standing in the doorway. Her black shirt had a tear that looked suspiciously like a stab, and the bottoms of her pants had clearly been on fire at some point in the last day. Yet, being Natasha, she still managed to look like she'd stepped off of a runway.

"Tasha, you're back," Clint said, jumping off of the couch.

"Like I was saying," Natasha said, rolling her eyes at Clint's enthusiasm. "Have any of you thought about who is going to tell Nick about all of this?"

AN: I know that this reunion is something that a bunch of you have been looking forward to so I hope I did it justice and didn't turn anyone into a soap opera character.

I can't wait to know what you think! I'd also love to hear what you all think is going to happen next. Leave me a review and for those of you who have already been reading THANK YOU!