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As Tony grumbled and grouched around on his knees, the others were busy discussing the matter of Loki. Promptly ignoring the annoying Tony. Thor for once sat quietly and took them seriously as he tried his best to answer their questions.

Clint was the first to talk, "Does Loki have more… Children?"

The others nodded their heads in agreement and turned eyes back to the blonde god on the sofa. Thor thought for a moment.

"Yes, he had a daughter; Hel. She is very…hard to describe. She is much like Loki though" he said with a smile.

Dear God; if there's another person like Loki, there would be Ragonork! But that just started another story about heritage.

"Tis a shame though; Loki did not know of his real blood until recently. Nor did I know of his adoption until just before my exile."

Heads tilted and eyes widened at the statement. They knew of Loki's adoption, but they didn't know it was that serious.

Bruce asked the question they all wanted the answer to.

"What exactly is Loki's background?"

If it was possible, the warm room fell to a freezing, spine rattling chill. Shivers made their way around the room, goose bumps on arms and hairs standing on end.

Tony looked up from his position on the floor, tooth brush in hand, "I'm going to regret you asking that someday aren't I?"

Thor only sighed. It seemed he would be doing a lot of that today.

"Loki is; a prince. That part tis not a lie. Though he is not of Asgard, Loki is a Jotun—a frost giant."

"A what?" Clint blurted.

Everyone pointedly ignored him. "Loki stands ten feet tall, sapphire skin with intricate markings and tattoos on his skin. His eyes red like spilt blood. The one feature of Loki's form is his hair; the ink black strands are the same in both forms." Thor explained.

A picture of an amazing and breathtaking creature was painted in their minds. But as beautiful as it was I was also horrifying. A beast of nightmares and terror. It was truly amazing.

"Loki. . . did not take the news to good heart, and took control of Asgard when Odin fell into the Odin's Sleep. As we fought on the Bridge Loki fell over the edge, taking me with him. I held Odin's arm as he caught us, Loki held the staff."

Thor's eyes watered with unshed regret and remorse.

"He pleaded with father, begged him. And Odin said one word; no." Thor's jaw set.

"And Loki let go; and fell into the Abyss. Loki's last words were—I could have done it father. For you; for all of us!"

They sat in silence. They didn't need to know more.