Loki is Johnlocked Ch. 9

John and Sherlock crashed through the trees. Sherlock traced footsteps and broken branches through the thick foliage, panting all the while, both their hearts racing. John cried out once more for their boy, his fear mounting on panic. They broke through the trees and stumbled onto a slab of concrete. A storage facility for fixing water pipes. Large concrete tubes were stacked everywhere, as were other bigger parts of the construction process.

"Hamish!" John shouted, and their hearts both lifted when they saw movement across the yard in one of the tubes. Hamish poked his head out from where he was hiding.
"Daddy!" He cried, and the two men shot like rockets. Hamish clambered out of the tube and ran to meet them, running straight into John's arms. "Daddy!" He said, and broke down into tears. “I missed you, daddy..."
John panted, holding the boy close, his arms around him tight. "Hamish, oh my god... What did you leave for?" Sherlock looked around the yard, out of breath. "The school, we looked everywhere for you." He added.

Hamish clung to John's jacket, sobbing. "They... They called you names, the boys did," he stammered. "They laughed at me, and said awful things."
"Oh, Hamish..." John said, his heart aching for the boy. He looked up at Sherlock, and they exchanged a look. Sherlock came over and kissed the boy's forehead. "Let daddy take care of it, all right?" Hamish looked up at him, eyes red and rimmed with tears. Sherlock gave him a reassuring smile. Hamish nodded a bit, and Sherlock bobbed a nod in return, vanishing back into the wood to the school.

John knelt down and looked him over, "You're not hurt are you? Everything feel fine?" Hamish nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah. I'm all right. I just... I didn't know what to do, dad." He said in a pathetic voice. John's heart tore in two. He set his jaw, taking out a handkerchief and drying the boy's eyes gently. "Now come on, don't cry. Everything is fine. Don't worry about what they said, all right?" Hamish shook his head. "They were terrible. You and..." John took Hamish's face in his hands and the boy looked at him despondently, tears still slipping down his face. "Do not worry. Nothing they say changes anything," John said firmly. "We're a family and we love you. What people say doesn't matter. What they don't like they tend to be cruel towards. It's not you, its us."

Hamish sniffled, hugging John around the neck. John picked him up and held him close. "I know what they said hurt you," John whispered. "Its not your fault. They shouldn't be cruel to you." He let him down and dried his tears one last time. Hamish sniffed as they walked back together, hand in hand. "But why?" He asked curiously. "Why would they do that?" John sighed. "Because, your dad and me are different. Instead of a mother and a father, you have two dads. It unnerves people." He looked down at his son. "There's nothing wrong with us. It's only what people aren't used to."
Hamish shook his head as they walked. "Well I didn't want a mother anyway, so there." John laughed, and it echoed through the forest.