An. Whooopppp Vol. 3 is here!

To my returning readers, hello and welcome back! Lol, posting this story in the Thor second pretty much gives away where I'm going with this, which I know some of you have been asking if Skadi will be reunited with her brothers and family. I've been waiting to get to Vol. 3 since seeing Ragnarok in theaters and I can't wait to share my take on it.

And to any new readers, this is the continuation of a series I've been posting for Guardians so I welcome you to read this! I'd suggest reading the other two books, but if you really don't want to, you might just be a little lost so I'd suggest coming back to this after catching up :)

Now, enough talk and on with the story! Let me know what you think in the reviews and remember to favorite or follow :)

Chapter 1: Time, Time, Time, See What's Become of Me

Over the years there were many things that that Peter Jason Quill knew he'd become. A kickass space cowboy who scored lots of hot women? Check. A handsomely, charming hero who would swoop in and save the day, while winning the girl of his dreams? Also check. He could think of more things but at the moment those were the only two prominent ones that came to mind. His point was that there were many other things he pictured he'd become the moment he was abducted by Yondu all those years ago except one; the last thing he'd ever imagine he'd become was a father, or rather just someone who had to be in charge of a child.

Who was he even? He was in no right responsible enough to be in charge of a life besides his own. He betted even that if it wasn't for his bad-ass, gorgeous, space princess of a girlfriend, Skadi, he wouldn't be able to get through the day without setting something on fire. The self-proclaimed Star-lord was many things, but, being domestic was still not one of them.

He would stay up some nights confiding in Skadi, wondering if what he was doing was right. Was he being too tough? Not tough enough? It was hard to tell these days anymore. He felt like he was talking to a wall half the time. It wasn't until Skadi would kindly remind him that he wasn't alone, that none of them knew what they were doing but at least they were all doing their best, right?

Peter questioned this nearly every moment of the day, explicitly now as he stood in the doorway, arms crossed against his thick chest, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves before he tried to speak again.

"Dude, are you even hearing me right now?" He asked, grabbing his arms tighter, in anger.

Why had he even volunteered to do this anyway? Rocket was two rooms down and ready to jump in with whole do as I say or else I'm going to smash that tablet act that usually did the trick. Peter had far more important things to be worried about, to be getting ready for. But he just had to go in headfirst to try and be the cool one. He should've listened to Rocket and let him handle this.

"Seriously, you got to clean your room. It's a complete mess!" Peter shouted, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he looked around the gawky room again.

Inside, a now teenaged Groot sat on his bed, furiously taping away on his tablet. He was trying his hardest to ignore Peter as he nagged him again, and again; seemingly all day this was the one thing Peter wanted to do. He remembered back when he was a child and how much fun Peter was and now he was nothing but a boring, badgering adult.

"I am Groot." He mumbled, half wanting Peter to not hear but half not caring if he did.

"Excuse me?" Peter asked, appalled, removing his arms from their crossed position and putting them down at his sides. "I'm boring? I am not boring, man; you're boring! Don't side step away from the fact that I need this room cleaned now, the vines are starting to now trail out from underneath the doorway. Just trim them and this whole me having to nag and be boring will end; what else do you need? We've bought you at least five different pairs of gardening scissors!"

"I am Groot." Groot shook his head in disdain.

"You know what is boring? Not doing the dishes when you were told to do them. Or not being able to walk down the hallway because your vines are everywhere!" Peter yelled absolutely annoyed that this kid had the acorns to call him, Star-lord, of all people, a nagging boring old man.

Groot sighed, once again ignoring him and turning back to focus on his game. He worked so hard to get to this level and refused to let Quill make him start all over again. He finally just got his tablet back from Rocket last night after having it been taken away for a week for when he didn't listen to Gamora when she told him he had to clean the dishes.

Groot didn't understand why he had to do them; he spent that one particular night at an arcade while they docked on a planet to refuel and restock. He wasn't even home when they had eaten so why did he have to clean up after them? Gamora tried reprimanding him by saying that he was supposed to be home for dinner but since he was late for his curfew, his punishment for making them all worry and go down to the arcade to find him was to do the dishes.

Groot rolled his eyes as Peter moved deeper into his room and went to stand on the side of him. Letting out a long, irritated sigh, the tree reluctantly looked up at him.

"I am not boring, what's boring is you rolling your eyes like that at me and making an exasperated sound. When did you become so disrespectful?" Peter now stood with his hands on his hips, hunched over to get closer to his face. He pulled himself back up when Groot moved back to play with his tablet. "Now I know how Yondu felt."

"Groot," A stern, yet soft voice entered the room.

Both Peter and Groot looked towards the door both with completely opposite expressions. Peter smirked, eyeing his girlfriend, looking her up and down before looking at Groot as he told him how he was about to get it. Groot wanted to sneer at Peter as the threat left his lips but thought twice about it before he did. He knew at the moment it was in his best interest to keep his mouth shut and his facial expressions clear of any contempt.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't just hear you not listening to Peter and we're gonna agree on you getting this room cleaned now." The goddess of winter leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting at her side while the other rested on the curve of her hip. "I would hate to go get Rocket and have him lock up that tablet again."

Groot nodded solemnly, placing the tablet on his bedside table before standing up begrudgingly. Saying that he was going to go get a trash bag and start throwing out the vines he'd been shedding, the teenager slumped his shoulders down as he dragged his feet out of the room. Skadi gave him a loving pat on the shoulder as he walked past her, giving him a sad but stern smile, silently telling him that she understood but that he had to listen to them all.

Once she saw him out of view in the hall she turned to face Peter, now giving him a stern look as well. Peter groaned, knowing that it was now his turn for a talking too. If there was one thing about Skadi that drove Peter up a wall was how quickly she came to Groot's defense. The tree had her wrapped around his skinny fingers. Peter walked up to her, almost tripping on vines on his way out. Cursing and shaking his foot free he finally reached her.

"Don't even say that I was too hard on him." He gritted his teeth at her, before making his way back to their room down the hall.

"You weren't too hard on him." Skadi followed him, right on his heels, her voice trailing off as if she had more she wanted to add.

Peter opened their door, moving to their bed and looked at the bags that where placed on top of it. "But?"

"But," Skadi laughed, closing the door so Groot wouldn't hear as he walked passed the room to get back to his. "You lose your patience too quickly with him; he's embarrassed. It's not his fault, he's a teenager going through weird tree puberty that none of us know how to help him through. You, Rocket and Gamora just constantly losing your temper and yelling and taking away things from him are doing nothing. His attitude is just getting worse. Just talk to him, listen to him and he'll talk and listen to you."

"Since when do you know everything about kids?" Peter shook his head, knowing that she was right.

Again, who was he? He wasn't a parent and didn't know the right and wrong ways of doing things. When Groot was young it had all seemed so easy, the pair always being so good with handling the little guy; of course Rocket was also there and super close with him as well. It wasn't until he became a teenager were they all seemed to struggle with raising their once small adorable tree besides Skadi. She out of nowhere was a natural.

"I don't, I just think about how I wished to be treated when I was growing up." She shrugged, moving to stand near him. She hugged his waist from behind, going on her tiptoes to kiss the side of his neck lightly. "Groot still looks up to you, you know. He told me the other day."

Peter smiled, liking the reassurance that the youngest of them still liked him at least. There were so many days where Peter felt like he didn't. Peter's fear was ending up being like his birth father and having Groot hate him for the rest of his life.

Shaking his head, Star-lord turned around in Skadi's arms so that now she was snuggled up to his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her, pulling her to him tighter, gently swaying them side to side for a second. Putting his chin on the top of her head and giving her another quick squeeze before parting from her, turning back to the bags.

"Are you excited?" He asked her, reaching to put one of the larger backpacks on his back.

"A whole weekend alone with you?" She flared her nostril up at him, faking disgust. "It sounds like a terrible time, why would I be excited?"

"Ha-ha." Peter rolled his eyes, pretending to find her bad joke funny. He grabbed another bag, slinging it over his shoulder, leaving her the other two to grab.

Peter knew for a fact that she was actually more than excited about this weekend. It'd been four years since the Guardians formed, and as much as the couple loved their family, they did miss their time alone together. It was about a year and a half into them all being a team that the two decided that at least once or twice a year the pair would give themselves a couple of days to go off and do their own thing.

The last year was tough though. There were a lot of planets and people that needed their help and free time was hard to find. The Kree Purists were once again on the rise, gaining more followers from Hala and even other planets. The Guardians were surprised to hear that the Badoon's had even joined their cause, or at least the Brotherhood did anyway; they all wondered if they'd ever run into their old teammate, seeing that now the Sisterhood had been actively raiding different Kree outposts since the Brotherhood had taken the Kree's side.

Peter and Skadi almost thought it was godsend when Gamora agreed that they all were exhausted from not only helping Nova Prime take out the Kree, but from all the other crazy jobs that seemed to stumble their way. They were all shocked but didn't dare complain when Gamora proclaimed that the galaxy could handle a week or so without them.

"I'm just excited of being able to sleep in without being woken up by Gamora for early morning training for the next few days." Skadi laughed, picking up the rest of the bags, putting Peter's Zune in his back pant pocket, seeing that he almost forgot it on the bed. "I get why she wants us to be prepared but I don't know how much more my body can take."

"Well," Peter chuckled, opening the door again for them to exit the room. "I don't think your body is gonna get much rest this weekend if I have anything to do about it."

"Really Peter?" Skadi exclaimed, laughing loudly at his dorkiness, as she called it. She blushed as well, noting to herself that she was indeed looking forward to that part of their weekend but thought leave it to Peter for being crude about it. "Is that a way to talk to a princess?"

"To my princess it is," Peter smirked, looking back at her as they made their way down the hall of the Benatar, until they got to the docking bay.

Rocket stood nearby, fiddling with some device in his hand. He looked up at them smugly as he heard them approaching. "Oh well, look who it is? The two lovebirds who just have to go take a vacation while the world is ending. How responsible and noble of our fearless leader and resistant princess."

"The world isn't ending, Rocket." Skadi rolled her eyes at the rodent, knowing that he was somewhat joking but also being serious.

Rocket was just bitter that Gamora was making him still stay on the ship with her, asking him to help work on the new mods Nova Prime wanted to improve the security systems in the prisons they were keeping the Kree Purists in. Her reasoning was that since they weren't actively on the field they weren't technically working even though Rocket disagreed completely.

"By all means, we can stay; just make sure you wear really thick earplugs tonight cause I'm not sure how quiet we'll be," Peter joked, enjoying the hairy creature's amused face turn into one of disgust.

"You meat bags are disgusting!" Rocket shouted, moving to open the bay doors for them, ready to be free from them for a few days. "It's bad enough I've already walked in on the two of 'ya at least five times in the last couple of months doing it in places where you shouldn't be doing it! It's called a bed! I know you two have one, use it!"

Rocket flared his arms around as he spoke. Images of the compromising positions he'd found them in flashed through his mind making him gag as he had thought he'd long erased them. He didn't understand why they felt the need to do the dirty whenever and wherever they wanted nowadays. Tables were meant for eating, not for…well you know.

"I'll be here to pick you up first thing in the morning, two days from now and I swear to God that if you aren't here by then I'm leaving without you!" Rocket warned with a narrow glare.

Peter waved him off, knowing Gamora would never let him leave without them. Grabbing Skadi's hand, Quill dragged her off the ship eager to get their mini vacation started. They were on Xandar but Rocket dropped them off at one of the planets top tourist spots far away from the capital and the stress that awaited them once their vacation was over.

The two had been here once before, years and years ago on of job for Yondu. They didn't have much time to mess around and explore, only being able to hit one bar before they left but neither being able to afford any of the drinks on the menu so they ended up just pit pocketing people instead.

This time was different though. Neither of them were considered criminals and they could actually afford the drinks on the menu; not many, but at least a couple. They could actually relax on this trip and see all the things they couldn't last time. They didn't have to fear about being arrested or caught by the guy they were hired to steal from. There was absolutely no way that this trip could lead them to a bad time; there was no way.