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“Father,” Loki greeted as he gingerly took a knee and placed his fist over his chest. Thor did the same, placing the gryphon on the ground before him before he saluted.

“We have come from the kingdom of Stoneholm in Niðavellir," said Loki. "We have brought back a gift. The land there was overrun by gryphons. We slew all but this one in the name of Asgard.”

Thor gave Loki a dubious look. While everything Loki said was technically true, it also seemed the biggest lie Thor had ever heard.

After a moment, Odin smiled. “You have done well,” he said. “It pleases me that Thor has begun to teach you these things.”

“Yes, Father,” Loki said, inclining his head. “But I fear I only got in the way. I am not suited for this sort of thing.”

Thor couldn’t help the incredulity that showed so plainly on his face. Nor could he believe that Odin seemed to believe every word Loki said.

“And why aren't you training?” Tyr asked gruffly, walking into the arena. “I leave you for five minutes, and you start gossiping?”

“Loki has the hiccups!” Thor called back.

Tyr paled slightly. “Are sparks coming out of his fingers?”

~hiccup~

“Yes.” Loki confirmed in a surprised tone. Tyr paled further, and grabbed the nearest shield.

Fandral blinked at him.”What are you doing?”

“I'd duck if I were you.” Tyr said, edging back towards the weapon's rack. Just in case.

Early on, after six months of hunting him, Peter is convinced that Nick Halden is the real name and all the others fake.

He can’t be entirely sure, but Nick traces back five years. None of his other aliases do.

So he tries it out, the first time he gets close, so close. Neal is standing at the edge of a seventeenth storey roof, arms spread, looking like he’s getting ready to throw himself at the ground and hope he misses.

“Nick!” Peter calls, heart in his throat for reasons he cares not to analyze.

Neal grins, wide and wild, and advises, yelling against the wind, “Dig deeper!”

Then he spins on his heel and flings himself off the edge, whooping with joy.