MCU + Asgard React to ONLY Loki [Canon/Fanon]

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Loki is left to his older brother's, who swear to protect them with their lives. 

Fast forward, Farbauti and Laufey are both terribly injured, the Asgardians find the temple-

-Helblindi is blinded by a slash to the face from the tip of Gungnir. Bylsteir suffers heavy head injuries. Both are left unconscious and unable to fight, leaving Loki to the Aesir advances. The Casket is stolen, as is Loki.

That's basically a short summary - Laufey and Farbauti, as well as Helblindi and Bylsteir are good, as well as most of the Jotun, Odin is a literal prick who stole a BABY HIDING AWAY IN A TEMPLE, and uh, if you got questions, ask 'em here.

That should conclude the warnings, disclaimers, and the explanations FOR NOW. 

Without further ago though, here were go!

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Nails tapped against the cover called the Poetic Edda. The page they were reading was bookmarked as the Lokasenna. Around the person reading the book, a group of strong yet incredibly smart dumbasses read from the same page, eyes narrowing or squinting as they read each line, moods content or simply a neutral calm.

"Is anyone else getting this? Loki basically just challenged the rest of the gods to some insult-rap battle? And of all things, it's called a 'flyting?' That sounds like some dumb name for a fishing lure," Tony snorted, sipping at his evening glass of amber whiskey.

"I can assure you my friends, that many of these things are exaggerated. I believe that as time went along, the mortals slowly began to get dumber and dumber, and well, I don't ever recall Loki doing such a thing! He's always been shy," Thor sadly smiled.

"I don't know, Thor. He didn't seem shy during the whole New York blitz," Clint rolled his eyes, still angered over his previous experience under Loki and the Mind Stone. "If anything, Loki loves to talk. It's basically written into his personality, if you ask me."

"I-I wouldn't want to say something like that, Mr. Hawkeye," Peter stuttered. "He might be different than you imagine. And I'm not trying to offend you or tell you off for uh, what he's done in the past because that does sound terrible- but maybe he's changed?"

Tony's whiskey was spewed across the glass coffee table, littering everything within its perimeter in Tony spit + whiskey. Nat, who was reading the Edda in the first place, scowled in disgust, using her sleeve to dry the droplets that landed on the pages. 

Peter's words travelled throughout his friend group -- MJ, Ned, Shuri, and Harley. 

"He did send a fleet of aliens to New York," MJ deadpanned, focusing on starting her new sketch of Tony, face set in a mid-spew, from only a moment ago. "And basically destroyed half of the important buildings, or whatever."

"And that weird bird guy-" Sam and Clint gawked. "An evil bird guy, went and hoarded all of those stolen Chitauri weapons... I mean, I kept one in my backpack- I meant, no I didn't" Ned bullshitted, ignoring the concerned glances from the Avengers. "I... Peter?"

"Loki might just be... misunderstood. Right?" Peter was obviously not helping with the conversation. Clint sighed, rubbing his eyes with two fingers. Clearing his throat, he glanced over at the clock real quick before turning towards Peter.

"Listen, Pete. You can call me Clint. And before you say all this redemption type bullcrap about Loki and how he's all misunderstood and jazzy-wazzy daddy issues, I... you can't possibly be thinking of a villain in some new light, are you?"