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This chapter is dedicated to my son AdaniGambleweed. Happy now? I hope you enjoy this, you nugget! :D

--Yuki :3

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Taking the sword out of Fenrir's mouth was easier than Percy thought. While he removed the weapon, Frigga ran a hand down the wolf's side, softly whispering reassuring words. Once it was out, the demigod threw it to the side, immediately going over to study the bounds around his grandson's body. "Oh, Fenrir, how the people have wronged you..."

Fenrir, who had been growling at the demigod, quieted down in surprise. His gaze was wary as he slowly moved his head toward the man. Fenrir's jaw was closed tightly and his whole body shook with pain and relief at finally being able to close his mouth in such a long time.

"Alright, don't eat my face off," Percy said as he held up his celestial bronze sword up with one hand, pointing at the wolf with the other. "I promise I will not stab you on purpose." When Fenrir didn't do more than tense and growl, he went forward and carefully slid the sword between the rope and the wolf's body. He knew that he wouldn't be able to cut through them. The rope was practically as strong as Hephaestus' gossamer rope and everyone knew that you couldn't cut through the gossamer rope (just ask Ares and Aphrodite).

Percy could, however, maneuver the rope so that Fenrir could squeeze through. It'd be a tight fit but he was sure that his grandson could do it. "Alright, I'm going to move your paws around so I can get you out. When I tell you to, suck in your stomach and move forward. Got it?" He grinned when Fenrir nodded slowly.

Frigga, who was watching as the demigod moved her grandson's limbs around, suddenly switched from foot-to-foot, looking out towards the entrance of the cave they were at. "The royal guards are on their way. They must have sensed our presence here."

"So?" Percy raised an eyebrow at her but there was no doubt that his movements quickened. "Can't you tell them to leave, or at the very least not speak of this?"

"No," Frigga shook her head. She stepped forward, assisting the son of Poseidon where she could. "Odin is with them."

Percy scowled, "Dammit... Fenrir, hold your breath."

The wolf sucked in his stomach and slowly moved forward, silently amazed that he was able to actually get free of his bindings. He slowly straightened, turning his head to look back at the demigod who was holding the slack ropes. Was it really that easy? The man didn't even have to break his bondages.

"Alright, Fenrir," Percy spoke again, gaining the wolf's attention fully once more. "Odin is on his way. I swear to you that I will not let him lock you up again." He turned to Frigga, "I have a plan but you are going to need to follow exactly what I say, understand?"

"Yes," The queen of Asgard nodded, knowing that what they were doing was dire. "What shall I do?"

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"Get me Director Fury."

"Sir, I can't do that..." The agent looked young, most likely new by the way his fingers twitched on his tablet. SHIELD trained those tells out of their agents eventually. "Director Fury is in a meeting."

Tony's eyes flashed from behind his dark green tinted glasses as his mouth set in a thin line. Loki and Thor looked at each other a bit nervously, feeling out of depth. Natasha and Clint chose to watch in amusement and let the billionaire terrorize the agents until he got the answer he was looking for. "I didn't ask what he was doing," Tony said, voice deceptively calm. "Get me Director Fury now or I will go to him. Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll give you five seconds."

The agent looked like he was about to have a coronary as he quickly pressed the com in his ear, "Agent Hill, Mr. Stark is here requesting to see Director Fury." His eyes darted to the billionaire before looking away, "He's not happy." When he took his hand away, he sighed, eyes a bit wide, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I had to contact Agent Hill. I don't have clearance to talk to the Director himself."

"That's okay." Tony pushed his anger away for a moment as he talked to the agent. "What's your name?"

"Thomas Pierce, sir."

"You seem like a good kid, Pierce. Why're you an agent here?"

Pierce sighed, his posture slumping, "I'm not a very good agent, am I? It's not like I want to work here. I just couldn't pay for my college classes anymore and SHIELD found me."

Natasha and Clint watched the conversation in surprise. They knew why Pierce was recruited (the man was a genius in the medical field, the only one they trusted to patch them up, and knew a surprising amount of criminals in Los Angeles). They didn't know, however, that it was because he couldn't finish college.

"I could pay for it," Tony said, already taking a liking to the kid. He liked the fact that SHIELD hadn't trained out his little quirks and hand fidgeting. It made him seem more human than the other agents. "Your college classes."

Pierce blinked in surprise, his mouth dropping open slightly, "I couldn't, Mr. Stark. I- You don't even know what degree I'm even aiming for."

"He wants to be a doctor. He's, like, a genius in the medical field," Clint revealed, feeling a bit proud for his SHIELD doctor.

The agent's face was dusted a light pink and he shook his head, "Thank you, Agent Barton, but I still can't accept the money. I mean, it's a lot!"

"Listen up, kid," Tony put a hand around the young doctor-in-training's shoulder. "I'm going to need you when I get injured, okay? And I'd feel better about you treating me if you had a degree to go with your skills. This is my life we're talking about."

Loki had to suppress a smile at those words. Tony seemed to already know exactly what to say to get the agent to start considering his offer more. Pierce's response, however, surprised him and made him realize that he was more cunning than he seemed.

"So you're saying," Pierce looked over at the billionaire with a raised eyebrow. "If I continue my classes, you'd let me look over your injuries in medical?"

The genius (though this wasn't one of his best moments) blinked slowly as if realizing what he just did. "I guess that's what I'm saying. You start taking college classes again and I'll start going to medical."

Pierce grinned, "Deal. Now, can I ask why you're looking for the Director?"

"The Director wishes to detain my brother while our father is away," Thor spoke up, taking a liking to the doctor-in-training as well.

Pierce let out a slow whistle, shaking his head, "He has a lot of guts to try to take away one of Agent Jackson's kids. Come on, I'll take you to the Director."

"I thought you didn't know where he was," Natasha said as the group started walking down a part of the Hellicarrier.

"I don't," The agent said, looking down at his tablet as he walked. "But seeing as two of our quinjets just landed and the fact that Agent Hill seemed distracted, I can logically say that the Director is in his office going over paperwork with Agent Coulson." He glanced over at the people he was leading and scoffed at the few surprised looks he received, "Please, Fury isn't as hard to find as he likes to think he is."

There was a moment of silence before Loki turned to Tony, "Can we keep this one?"

"Ask your father."

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Russia was pretty, very pretty, but Nico was freezing his as off. Anatoly had said that they were near the bridge that he would have to cross, that it was as far as he could take him. The old man could not enter Helheim for it was not his domain and he could not risk being found by Queen Hela.

Nico would have been surprised that he didn't run into monsters but he figured that most of them were probably sensible enough to not go out in the cold. The others were most likely too frightened to go near the entrance to Helheim or something in case they were dragged down. He didn't think that was how the realm of the dead worked but he could be wrong.

The son of Hades slowed down a bit when he heard the sound of rushing water and clanging metal. As he walked forward more, pulling up his poncho a bit to cover his face as a gust of wind passed, his eyes widened at what he saw. The river was wide and seemed to go on forever, filled with numerous amounts of weapons, shields, and glittering ice. It was as if the dead dropped them in the water before they crossed the bridge.

"Who are you?"

Nico looked up at the booming voice and blinked. Somehow, he missed the giantess standing in the middle of the passing with a giant axe. "Lady Móðguðr..." He really hoped he was pronouncing that right. "My name is Nico Di Angelo and I'm a son of Hades."

The tall woman blinked in surprise, her arms crossed over her chainmail dress, "A Greek? What is a Greek doing searching for Helheim?"

"My cousin, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, has claimed Loki to be his son and under his protection." Nico smiled, shrugging, "I'm here to tell Lady Hella that she can see her dad again."

Móðguðr was quiet for a moment, her hands resting on the handle of her axe. "Very well, I will let you pass. Helheim lays northward and downward, young Greek. However..."

"What is it?" Nico asked, feeling a bit anxious. "Should I have brought something?"

She shook her head, a bit amused, "No, young one. I simply find it interesting that you are both dead and alive."

The Italian laughed, waving her off, "Oh, don't worry about that. It's a children of Hades thing."

"I see. You Greeks have always been strange to me. My last advice to you, son of Hades, is to go through and not over."

Nico nodded slowly, "I have no idea what that means but okay. Thank you very much, Lady Móðguðr." He gave a small bow before running past her but, before he could finish crossing the bridge, he stopped. It almost felt like he was stopped by an invisible force and he couldn't move his body forward. "Oh..." His eyes were drawn to the river and he took off his duffle bag, pulling out his sword. He rested his forehead on its hilt, muttering a soft apology, before he dropped it into the freezing waters below.

The son of Hades continued on, his path now unblocked, and he realized that he felt different. The cold didn't seem to register with him like before and it now felt like a gentle breeze. He was now in Helheim. "Well, that's nice," He grinned, stopping to take off his poncho and puffy jacket, stuffing it into his duffle bag.

Nico looked around as he walked, noticing how people seemed to be lining up to enter somewhere, most likely to enter the main area of Helheim. He walked passed the people, who looked over at him in confusion and slight envy, and came across a tall wall that stood ten feet high. The dead slowly, one by one, made their way through large iron doors despite their being a ladder right next to them.

"Go through and not over."

"Excuse me, coming through," Nico pushed passed some people to the front of the line, a large grin on his face. "I got places to be." He looked forward and his smile dropped as he stood face-to-face with a large two-headed dog with sharp teeth. "Cerberus 2.0?"

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"Oh," Peter said as he stood on a beach. "He's here?"

Phil shrugged, "Yeah, he's at this beach. What did you expect?"

"I dunno, like a secret hide out or something?" The spiderling flailed his arms, "Like in the movies!"

The black-haired man sighed, "That would've been so cool! No, Jörmungandr's here, he's just... Shy."

"Aw," Peter pouted. "I won't hurt him."

"I don't think you could but that's nice to know," Phil grinned. "We're all kind of protective of him."

"Wait, everyone knows?

He tilted his head from side-to-side, "Not everyone. Just a few people. Anyways, Jör usually hangs out here. Just, uh, go up to the water and call him. That's what I do."

Peter squinted at him in distrust even as he made his way to the ocean, "Mr. Jör, my name is Peter Parker. I don't know if you can here me but I'm here 'cause my friend Percy cares a lot about you. See, he adopted your dad Loki as his son and Percy wants you to know that you can see him again."

The spiderling ended up sitting on the sand, running his hands through it, "I'm sorry you were treated bad by Odin. No one should have to go through anything like that. Percy's working on making it right, though. He's with Odin right now probably kicking his godly butt. The people here seem to care about you, so that's pretty cool. I'm glad you have some friends, I wouldn't want you to be alone."

"You are a strange child..."

Peter didn't even realize he had closed his eyes and he opened them to see a large serpent staring at him. He was so big that Peter could probably stand inside his mouth and still have room to walk. "You have pretty eyes," He blurted out unthinkingly.

There was a moment of silence before Jörmungandr huffed in amusement, his form shrinking down to the size of a small snake. He slithered through the sand up to the teen's side, beady blue eyes staring up at him, "Is what you say true? I may see my father?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded, studying the serpent's body. He was a nice blue, like the sea, with shades of green splashed around in different places. "Percy was pretty pissed when he found out that Odin was keeping you guys from Loki. I was sent here to pick you up and take you to him."

Jör shook his head, "While that is kind, I am afraid that I cannot go with you. Please, do not misunderstand, I wish to see my father. However, I feel that once I do, I will never see London again..." He looked at Phil, who was watching their conversation, before observing the area around them. "I have grown fond of this place and the people that reside here."

"I gotcha," Peter nodded, standing up. He stopped when Jör wrapped himself around his ankle to grab his attention.

"Please, tell him... I'd enjoy having him visit here."

"You got it," Peter nodded before leaning down to boop Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, on the snout.

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When Odin entered the clearing where Fenrir was being held, he was not expecting the wolf to be free, and he most definitely was not expecting to see a Greek on Asgard. One look at the demigod's eyes and he knew it was the man that dared to take his sons from him. And now he was there for Fenrir.

Odin took a subtle glance around the area but there wasn't anyone else in the clearing. How foolish of the child. "Mortal, state your purpose for being here.

Percy stood from where he was leaning on Fenrir's side and glanced at the Allfather with a disinterested expression, "My name is Perseus Jackson and you will address me as such." He looked at his nails, projecting an aloof demeanor, "I would hate to bring the Olympians all the way over here." He waved the king off before he could say anything, a daring move on anyone's part, "But never mind that. I am here to take Fenrir home."

"He is home," Odin boomed and he was surprised by the glare he received. It was an intense gaze for someone so young, filled with pain, heartache, and rage.

"This is not home," Percy hissed, sounding almost like Loki when he was upset. "Fenrir will be home with his father. I will make sure of it." 

The Allfather watched in veiled shock as the mortal waved a hand and Fenrir's form shimmered, disappearing from the clearing all together. The royal guards around him shouted in alarm, already planning on tracking the large wolf. "You dare take him?"

Percy glared defiantly at the god even as some guards placed magic nullifying cuffs on him, "Yeah. I dare."

"I will see that you are locked in the dungeons for your transgressions," Odin all but hissed, his one eye boring into the mortal's green ones. "You will never see the light of day again."

The Greek simply smirked, following the guards where they tugged him harshly, "Oh, I will, Odin Allfather. My work here on Asgard is not done."

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