vampire!lena

“So what if I ate the cheeseburger?” Tony shouts, throwing a wrench at Loki’s head. The bastard dodges it easily as he stalks closer. “That doesn’t mean I belong to you!” “Oh, not to me,” Loki says lowly, a smile like honey slowly spreading its way across his face. “But with me? Surely you’ve heard of Persephone.” “A cheeseburger isn’t some fucking mystical pomegranate, you smirking lunatic.” It isn’t, it just isn’t. Not even close. "You aren't even Greek!" he adds, throwing another wrench which is dodged just as easily. Loki spreads his hands wide, posing like the showman he is. “I think you’ll find that a pomegranate symbolizes the fruit of the dead. Your cheeseburger, made of dead flesh, was topped with fruit. It’s close enough for the symbolism to bind.” “Ah-hah! There’s no fucking fruit on a cheeseburger,” Tony says triumphantly, finger pointing accusingly at Loki. “I fucking win, no going back to crazy town with you. I stay here in my workshop, and you fucking leave before I call the Avengers.” “Oh Stark,” Loki murmurs, almost affectionately. “A tomato is a berry, you ignorant fool.” (Complete, but will be updated with little snippets occasionally)

Everyone believes the Boy-Who-Lived, survived because of something he did...or something his mother did...but that's not true. It was his father...James Charlus Potter...otherwise known as Prince Loki of Asgard.

Loki hasn't been seen for nearly a year. The Avengers and SHIELD are worried he's plotting something big. When energy spikes lead them to an abandoned base, they are not prepared for what they find inside. Inside, they find Loki, only they are in what is obviously a nursery. Based on a prompt from NorseKink.

Lucifer should have known better. They're called gods for a reason, and he's killed one of their own. He's not the only one plotting, and some plans are far closer to fruition than his own.