"While my mother is skilled in traversing the realms without the need of the Bifrost, he does not have the ability to hear my call from such a distance as Heimdall does. I doubt he is aware that I require aid, it will be several centuries before I am missed."

Fenris was no pup any longer, and Loki did not shackle his children to his side, they all lived independent lives and went as they willed. They owed fealty to him and to Jotunheim, but nothing more.

Bruce felt as though he were living in some weird hallucination, and could no longer stop himself piping up. "Wait... Loki? As in, Loki God of Lies and Stories? Loki who is a man, is the mother of a wolf, and now Steve is a half wolf?"

Bucky couldn't calm down. With Steve pinning him, he felt trapped, captured once again and what little sanity remaining to him fled. His reality became that of Afghanistan, and he began to thrash in earnest, fear rolling off him in sickening waves for the ones who could now smell such things.