mischevious

Chapter 8 (Loki)

I stared at her arm, probably for longer than necessary but seeing my mark on her wrist, the mark that made her mine. It just blew my mind. And that was saying something considering I was rarely surprised. Thinking back to the day before I wondered if Odin had truly made it a random occurrence or if he'd purposely put the mark on her wrist for some other reason.

"I can't believe it." she said amazed by the turn of fate.

"I can't either. This is better than I could have ever hoped for from father."

She stopped staring at her wrist and looked me dead in the eye saying "Are we sure this is safe then? Is there any chance he would try his best to ruin us and ruin you in the process?"

"Um, I guess there is a chance, though I don't understand why he would risk angering someone like your father, let alone the other Avengers."

"Maybe the fact that he believes he's god enough that he doesn't need to worry about it."

"Well, when Ragnarok happens and Surtur rises to slay Odin and bring fire to Asgard then it will fall and Odin won't be god enough to deal with Surtur unfortunately." From a young age I had studied the books of prophecy, the very books that told us how our world would end. How all things would end. What the other Asgardians could not have known, what no one else could have known, was that I'd tried my hardest to keep so many of the prophecies from coming true that would lead directly to Ragnarok.

Sadly I'd failed at every attempt. I did not relish knowing that my father was going to be dead soon enough and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. At some point Ragnarok would happen, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it.

"You almost sound like you want to keep him around. I thought you hated your father?"

"Hated is...it's a strong word. I wouldn't say that I hate him. I hate what he did, that he lied to me for so long. But I understand why he did what he did. All he had to do was sit me down and talk to me about it, tell me that I'm actually Laufeyson instead of Odinson. That was all he had to do. But he couldn't do that and so it caused a lot of issues between us." I thought about everything that had happened between us, "And between Thor and I. Our mother was the only one who held me close, who treated me as a true son."

She put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm so glad you at least had one parent that treated you that way. I can't imagine what it would have been like to have no parents."

I smiled down at her, but there was no warmth there. She knew how it was to live with only one parent, with how she spent most of her life between Stark and her mother she was probably the most qualified person to know how he felt. One parent had to let her go for six months out of the year and the other had an obsession with his robotic toys that bordered on the manic side. Plus while Pepper did everything she could to make Abby feel a part of the house there was only so much the step parent could do for their step child.

"I am both saddened and glad that you understand what I've been through."

"I think that is the most real, vulnerable thing you've ever said to me." she said after a moment.

I smiled. "It was, but it's easy to do that with you."

"That makes me happy." she beamed looking up at me and curled herself into my side wrapping her arms around me.

Tilting my head down I kissed her forehead and said. "I'm glad it does Kitten, it makes me happy that you're in my life. Especially now that you hold my mark on your wrist." I kissed her forehead again and she giggled playfully.

"Hmm, should we test out how far this control thing goes?" she looked back down at her wrist and I chuckled. "What? It's not like I would order you to do something you don't want to do. Or, wait could I order you to rob a bank or something? Oh, oh! How about change out Clint's arrow heads so that they burst like smoke bombs or sparklers?"