Loki came home to the Avengers Tower in a gruff mood. Only Thor knew why but he wouldn't tell. He looked sad. The Avengers decided to leave the Gods alone.
   But little eight year old Peter Stark sensed something was wrong with Loki. He knocked on the door saying, "I just want to talk Uncle Loki please?" Loki opened the door just enough to let the tiny child inside.
   Peter hugged Loki. Loki held him tight. "Uncle Loki what's wrong? Why are you sad?" Loki sighed. "If I tell you you have to promise not to tell the others especially your dad." Peter nodded and crossed his fingers. "I promise."
   "You see Peter, I am not just a God. I am one from a bad kind. Jotuns. They want to destroy other worlds. I was adopted. This was the day many centuries ago I was adopted. You would think this would be a happy day. You see, my father didn't fully love me. I wasn't one of them. I'm different, I'm ugly. So you can see-." Peter hugged him tight. "I understand Uncle Loki. I'm sorry. I will play with you to make you happy."
   He didn't just say it. He stated it. He quickly got his toys and rushed back inside. They were so in concertration that they didn't notice the souns comimg from the hiding Avengers in the closet listening to everything.