Percy Jackson meets Loki and the Avengers

Blue Pancakes ...

OK guys guess what?

So @tana1742 suggested that I do an 'Olympians react' right? Amazhang idea thank you for asking coz I would never have come up with something like that.

So, I've gone back to all the chapters, (Except for Fangirl Thor, I'll do that one later.) and added at the bottom, an 'Olympians react'. Just bringing it to your attention incase you guys wanna read it.

Btw I knoooow the story that I'm about to say isn't actually in Norse Mythology. I don't care. I made it up so you can just deal with it. *Puts on Persassy glasses*

Also I know that Dr Helen Cho is a geneticist not a doctor in the medical field. But she's more of a doctor than Bruce so deal with it. *Puts on another pair of Persassy glasses*

Anyways, next chapter!!!

Loki Laufeyson POV

I walked into the kitchen making myself some sustenance out of those mortal machines. They call this one coffee. It's dark and bitter, (A/N like no one's soul so shush.) but it's addictive.

As I entered the dining room, I saw one Perseus Jackson eating 4 Blue pancakes drenched in Maple Syrup. All I did was roll my eyes and sit down next to him, stealing one of them - much to the demigod's dismay. "I'm not even going to bother telling you that you're drowning them so don't bother replying."

He closed his mouth, smiling and cut into his pancake, munching on it. We were silent for a few minutes before I cleared my throat. "Perseus."

"Percy."

"I like Perseus" I replied. He gave me a look before giving in. I smirked before remembering the topic. "Last night." I began. His mood shifted as well, growing more guarded.

"I don't know why I said that. I just met everyone and I already said one of my darkest memories. Memories I keep locked up tight. Maybe the Fates had something to do with it." His eyes shone with irritation.

I nodded. "But I need to talk to you." He looked at me for a long moment, just studying me. It would have made any lesser being squirm.

"Is it about that look you gave me? The one that looked so full of understanding that I wanted to puke from how horrifying that is?" I hesitated before nodding. He looked me right in the eyes. I looked right back, unflinching to the pain I saw in them.

"Odin used to have tournaments to the death." I began, letting out a long breathe. "Those tournaments would be punishments to those who have done unspeakable things."

"Like murder?" He asked. I winced internally at that word. One of the only memories I had of my time on midgard two months ago fell into my mind. A scepter, a ball, Stuttgart, a man standing defiantly. And me, holding a scepter towards him, not intending for him to come out of this alive. I blinked, pushing away the memory.

"Yes." I croaked. "Like murder."

Perseus seemed to realise that he said something. "Loki you don't have to-"

"Yes I do." I took a deep breathe. "One of the tournament competitors was begging to be released. At first I looked down upon him. He had hurt many." I felt a pang again. "But he said he was innocent. And I started to believe him. So I looked into the crime. He'd killed a family of 4."

"That's horrible." Perseus said, voice barely audible but anger evident. If he was angry about a murder of 4, how would he react if the avengers told him what I'd done? stop.

"I found out that he was innocent. Framed in fact." My lips started to tingle with phantom pain.

"By who?" Perseus seethed. Ah, yes. He was framed for something as well.