Hey guys. I'm sorry for the super long update but I was suffering from an extreme case of mental block and too much story ideas that I could no longer focus on just on story alone. Anyways I finished reading Trials of Olympus and therefore would be now changing Malcolm's last name in this story. I hope you enjoy this though and for all the reviews out there who asked why Raven isn't immortal, well I wrote this story just to answer your questions. I hope it answers it though because it makes sense to me.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Percy Jackson series or The Avengers.

For the goddess of secrets and deception, Apate was surprisingly easy to spot. You just have to be around lawyers, detectives, con-artists, magicians or fortune tellers. Generally, she'd be around the liars and frauds. But Loki knew where he would really find her.

The Golden Gate Bridge.

It didn't make sense at first why she would be stationed there but then he soon found out that she was also the goddess of the Mist. The famous bridge of San Francisco was often shrouded with fog especially during Midgard's warm days. After escaping the clutches of Thor once again with the help of his former lover, he decided to visit her.

The fallen Asgardian prince wore his casual Midgardian ensemble; a green shirt and black pants. He found out that Apate preferred him that way. The bridge was heavily fogged today. Cars were lining up. People were honking their horns and shouting at each other. Loki wrinkled his nose at the sight. Apate's mansion was located at the very most top, floating at the center.

The Greek mansion wasn't solid. It was made entirely of mist and was only available to those who Apate wanted to see or to those she wanted to mess with. He teleported to the mansion and suddenly the white marble doors open to reveal a high ceiling with images of swirling colored mist embedded with images of monsters and several weird stuff that needed to be hidden. The inside of the house looked more like a hotel lobby. There he met a little blond boy, no older than 8 who exited through the large doorway. The boy smirked at him and then beamed, "Yo! Its my favorite alien," he said His voice was playfully, "Here to see my mommy dearest?"

Oh, so this was one of Apate's children. He scowled at him. Loki never fully accepted the fact that his former lover had other relationships than him. He ignored the little boy.

"I'm Dolus by the way. The greek god trickery. We're like brother's man," he called out. Loki continued to ignore him.

He walked forward, towards the second pair of doors. He didn't need to open them, he simply phased through.

"Ugh, the gas leak excuse has been overdone a million times already?" came the goddess's voice. She was sitting with her back facing him, and her facing a window of several flat screen TV's each with scenes of destructions and Greek characters, "Got any ideas, my dear?" there was an obvious sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Why you still insist on hiding these things to mortals, fazes me up to this day, Apate," Loki said, "You should leave them to panic,"

Her back was still facing him, "Well, the Big Z insisted. I'm not really into Chaos very much. That's my sister's job. Plus I do love lying to mortals. So much fun,"

"You and I are alike that way, love,"

The chair she was sitting on finally turned to face him. She was still beautiful. He could never forget her timeless face, white misty hair and lips that seemed to be in a permanent smirk, "How long has it been? I know it's stupid to ask you that but I'm a goddess. I don't keep track of time,"

"14 years," Loki replied with a reminiscing smile, "but that's merely seconds for you, now is it?"

"What are you doing here, Loki?" Apate asked, still smiling at him, "Not that I don't enjoy seeing your face but you and I both know that this relationship is never going to work. I'm a goddess. I get bored. And you're a….sort of a god," she said, shrugging. True, Loki did love her. But she wasn't into a committed relationship. They could never be together especially when he found out that she had several other children with different men. Loki did not share. The trickster god extended his hand, did a little waving gesture and lo and behold, a golden apple appeared.

"The Apples of Iddun," Apate said, "I expect you want me to give this to her,"

"She deserves it," said Loki smirking slightly.

"I always thought that there were too many magic apples in mythology. Personally I prefer grapes," Apate said as she took the apple from Loki's hands. It floated in midair, cushioned by mist.

"That apple would turn her into a fully fledged Asgardian. She'd be stronger, powerful—"

"And then she'll start aging slowly, living for 5000 years," Apate finished.

"Exactly. It always wondered me why she's mortal. Did you have something to do with it, Apate?" Loki asked.

"Tom needed a sibling," Apate said in monotone. She smirked, shaking her head slightly knowing how little Loki knew about Raven. The last thing she wanted to be was to get involved in another pantheon.

"You will convince her to take her, will you dear?" Loki said smoothly.

"I don't convince peaches. I persuade," Apate snarked, "I am glad that you decided to be a part—no matter how small it is—of our daughter's life but she's a lot more stubborn than you. She'll never take this, Loki,"

The trickster wasn't convinced. No daughter of his would deny immortality.

"I find that hard to believe,"


"So this apple would turn stop me from aging," Raven said as her mother explained.

"No. You'll still age but very, very slowly. I estimate a lifespan of 5000 years,"

"I don't remember this kind of apples in the myths. I'm pretty sure Aphrodite's or the Apples of Hespiredes don't have this perk," Raven held the apple in her hand. The apple looked similar to one of the apples at the Garden of Hespiredes. But Raven knew better. Why would her mother give this to her? It's rare for the gods to offer eternal youth…unless…

"Yeah….No thanks~" Raven said.

Apate's expression was entirely neutral. She expected this. Also, usually in Greek Mythology, golden apples were nothing but trouble. I mean look what happened to Atalanta, Hercules and Luke's face.


"Well, I tried," Apate said in monotone when Loki visited her.

"You tried?" Loki drawled, raising an eyebrow, "And do tell why you're acting all calm about this?"

"I'm not usually honest, but I really don't care whether Raven takes the apples or not," Apate said. She tossed the golden apple back to Loki who in turn caught it easily.

"Why not?" His tone was a bit confused, "why would she deny her heritage,"

Apate smirked and then giggled, "Oh, my cute little green snake, why don't you ask her," She approached him and hugged him like he was a teddy bear.

"She'll never talk to me. She's stubborn that way," Loki said pouting, hugging her back. He always loved her smell. She smelled like ambrosia and fresh…well mist.

"Yes. It runs in the family," Apate said. She saw Percy Jackson destroy another monster. Apate then waved her hand to make the accident look like he was just attacking a robber. Not very creative of her but she was feeling lazy and perhaps the young demigod had enough disasters blamed on him for one day.

"Surely, there is something you can do. You're the great Apate, goddess of the Mist and deception. Are you telling me, you are unable to make just one little girl, take this apple?" Loki said, looking at her eyes and giving her his most charming look.

"Ah….that trick won't work on me," Apate sigh, "Loki, love, there's no harm in trying," she said. She touched his cheek affectionate to which the Asgardian responded by touching her soft hand and closing his eyes just remembering all the times she made him feel like he mattered.

"She'll come around. Raven is your daughter. You and she are alike in some way,"

Loki opened his eyes to see Apate's face close to him once again. Her kind yet deceptive smile, misty white eyes that are filled with so much secrets and her white flowing hair, Loki tried to memorize it all because he knew what would happen next. He leaned down to kiss her and she responded back. She still tasted like corn dogs, the very first snack they had together during his brief time on Midgard. Then the warmth was gone and Loki found himself standing in the middle of the bridge, surrounded by cars honking at him and people yelling at him to get off the road. He looked up and the mansion was no longer there.

Falling in love with a Greek goddess was cruel. They will never be yours.


Loki found his daughter fighting a Hydra by blasting a bazooka at it. The Hydra exploded and then died and she cheered. With her was her brother, Tom, high fiving his little sister. There weren't any obvious changes since he last saw her. Even if she was mortal, her Asgardian DNA still made her age at a slower rate than most demigods. She did grew a bit taller though.

"Yeah, A monster donut should be around here somewhere," she said, "hey Tom do you think we have enough money for the whole camp?"

"Well, I did just steal 1000 drachmas from Chiron. Yeah, this would be enough,"

"Sweet. I want the strawberry flavored ones,"

"Can I have one too?" Loki spoke.

The siblings turned around. Tom was smirking and Raven just glared.

"I'd like to speak with my daughter, Tom, if you don't mind," he said.

Tom shrugged. Raven glared and protested, "Don't leave me with him," she whispered angrily.

"No can do. I need to buy the donuts quickly before the Hydra regenerates,"

And then Tom ran off.

"Did you like the presents I gave you,"

"Stole," she corrected.

"That never bothered you before,"

She shrugged, "Fair enough. What do you want?"

Loki waved his hand and then the apple of Iddun appeared. He didn't even get to say anything before Raven said, "No" in monotone nonetheless.

"Please tell me why you are denying this marvelous opportunity. You are my daughter. A princess of Asgard and it is your birthright to take this,"

"But I don't want to!" She whined.

"Raven," for some reason, his tone was more fatherly, "I am your father and you will do as I say,"

"Look, Dad," she said sarcastically, "If you've ever read any of Greek mythology, then you'll know that golden apples are nothing but trouble," she said, "Pfft…Everybody knows that,"

"Is that your reason?" Loki said with disbelief.

"No. Actually there's a whole load of reasons why but it's going to be a long speech and I don't really feel like wasting my saliva for that," Raven said in a tone typical of a complaining teenager.

Loki put away the apples, "Sentiment," He said growling, "I should have taken you to Asgard and raised you like a proper princess when I had the chance,"

Raven spread her arms in frustration, "Ugh, now you want to be a father. I was fine before you came here! Look, I appreciate all of…this," she said, gesturing her hands all over the place, "But honestly, DAD, I think we all lost our chances. I am happy where I am. So why don't you be a good father and let your daughter roam free and enjoy some donuts," she said, beaming at him and nodding her head.

Loki pondered for a moment. He didn't think much about Raven. She wasn't really a priority in his life and he admits that there was times that he forgotten about her. While he was under the influence of the Tesseract and the Mind Stone, he completely forgot about her and instead focused on getting power and revenge, "Is it because I tried to rule Midgard?" He asked "You think I am evil. You think your own father a monster!" he said loudly and angrily.

"No," Raven said, her tone was soft, "I think you're lonely. Go home, Dad. Thanks for the gifts,"

And with those words, her body dissolved like Mist and she disappeared.

Loki stayed where he was for a good 10 minutes, looking up the sky. He knew his daughter was right. He was lonely His lover had grown tired of him. His daughter refused him and his brother hated him. He thought that Raven would come with him and he could at least feel that someone loved him unconditionally.

His daughter told him to go home. How could he when he had none.

He heard footsteps approaching him. It was Apate's other son, Tom Firms. For some reason though, Loki couldn't hate him. Tom reminded him about himself too much. He had an overall charming aura, and a face that you really shouldn't be trusting but you still would anyway.

He gave him a donut, "Here,"

"I don't need your Midgardian snack. Put it away," Loki told him but his voice wasn't angry. He was just too tired for that.

"It'll make you feel better. I promise," Tom said, handing him the pink flavored donut again.

"I suppose there's no harm done," Loki shrugged, "You didn't poison this did you?" he said accusingly.

"Just take it, dude,"

They sat there on the ground for a while just eating donuts.

"I admit the pastry was delicious," Loki said.

"told you,"

"Tell me, Tom, does my daughter hate me?" Loki asked.

"Raven? Nah…She can never hold a grudge. All Apate kids are hardwired like that ever since Medea," Tom replied. Thought Loki had no idea who this Medea was he understood the implication.

"Raven's just not used to it. She sees you as a god," Tom said to him.

"I don't understand," Loki said, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

"That's not a good thing man, for a demigod. All Demigods have deadbeat godly parents. A godly parent is different from our mortal parents. All of us have either Mommy or Daddy issues. It's difficult to explain. The thing is, demigods accept the fact that the gods have better things to do than take care of their children. They don't have the best families. You think your family out there in Asgard is the worst thing ever, Dude, the rulers of this pantheon is a dysfunctional family who constantly try to destroy each other, gods have different sense of moralities and ways than mortals do. Do you know what it feels like that your parents are technically not allowed to visit you, that you need to bow down to them to avoid getting turned into a plant or rodent, that you have to be very careful with what you say all the time," Tom explained to him. His eyes were glassy.

"A little bit perhaps," Loki replied.

"Even I don't see Apate as a good mother. We both see Apate a goddess rather than a mother because that's what she is,"

"I see," Loki said, nodding and looking at dirt.

Tom slapped his back. Loki was Asgardian so the slap wasn't really that painful, "Well, it's been a nice talk but I need to deliver these donuts back at camp," Tom said, showing him a packet of cards filled with boxes"

He arose from the ground and dusted himself off. Tom beamed at him, "You know, you could always turn yourself in to the Avengers. Who knows maybe they'll be nicer than your foster Father, you could even find a home there," Tom suggested and before Loki could complain on how much a bad idea that was, He too dissolved like Mist.


New stories would be spontaneous and depending on my mood or if an idea suddenly comes up to my mind or if I finally see CivilWar and I don't know when is it going to happen because I'm a broke college student. Anways, I hope yo enjoyed the story. Don't mind the grammar or spelling mistakes. I did this in a hurry.

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