Little One

Chapter 1

A/N: I have a love/hate relationship (hate having to format but I do love how it looks) with someone who suggested I reformat my books so there are more line breaks. I haven't changed anything. Just the formatting and some dialogue tags.

•••••••• = time skip

3rd person pov

"No! You can't take her!"

"This is not up for debate!" Odin shouted back to the imprisoned figure. "She cannot be in your care, her mother is dead because of you, and no one else dares be responsible for your offspring Loki!"

Tears streamed down the trickster's face.

"She will be sent to Midgard, that is final." Odin wasn't hearing any more of Loki's begging and pleading. Odin walked up to Thor, who was waiting impatiently to receive his niece in arms.

"I will take care of her. Do not worry."

"She is no worry of mine. You are to do everything in your power and your friends' power to keep her from knowing about Loki, becoming like him, or having anything to do with him. It's for her own safety."

The Odinson nodded at his father's words as the child squealed and squirmed in her uncle's arm. He turned away from his father and walked down the halls, gently bouncing her and making her laugh. All the while whispering quiet praises to the child, just as he'd done every day since she was born. He walked out to the Bifrost, Heimdall waiting to grant them departure.

"Midgard?" Heimdall asked.

Thor nodded in confirmation.

As the gatekeeper slid his sword into the gate key, colours swirled around them.

"I may see you less old friend," Thor said.

"I will await each with great anticipation, my prince. May I say goodbye to the little princess?"

Thor smiled brightly.

"I will keep a special eye on you little one. Trust me."

She cooed and squished his face a little.

"Farewell, your majesties." He said as Thor stepped through the portal to Midgard.

All of it had been previously arranged, the Avengers and Thor would raise the small child. A Jötuness princess. The first one in over 1,000 years. Something to be treasured, and her uncle decided to do just that.

Natasha and Tony waited out on the balcony. "Hey blondie, where's queenie?"

"The princess is right here." He said.

Natasha was the first to move from her position and walked over to him to see her. A small smile grace her face, which then overtook her face.

"Who'd have thunk it? Natasha's maternal." Oh if looks could kill Tony Stark would've dropped dead on the spot. She quickly went back to admiring the small child though. "What's her name?" She asked her voice nearly a whisper.

"Astrid Fraya." He said, pronouncing Astrid more like Ah-strid.

"Hello, Astrid." She murmured.

"It means beautiful as a goddess in your Norse."

The baby giggled and reach upwards to her.

"Can I hold her?"

Thor handed her to Natasha. "Support her head."

She smiled and nodded, walking into the tower. "You are going to grow up big and strong." She whispered, cradling her. And grow up big and strong she did.