A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Few Allies

—-Loki—-

As I lay in bed with Sam sleeping next to me my mind starts to wander, I'm not sure what Sam's family thinks of me. They seem to be trying to avoid addressing our relationship, not many of them had even said hello to me. They don't trust me but didn't want to address it because of Sam's presence there.

It wasn't just because they had never met me either because they had no problem talking to Thor. I think over the few that actually acknowledged me. There was Jubilee a girl about Sam's age with an overwhelmingly cheerful personality and a blindingly colorful wardrobe to match.

She hadn't seemed to care about me being an ex-supervillain and asked me lots of questions mostly about Sam and my missions with the Avengers. She would have been annoying if not for the fact that she seemed to be genuinely trying to make me feel welcome.

There was Hank McCoy a man with a startling appearance. He had blue fur and sharp claws and teeth, making him look more beast than man. Ironically he revealed to me that Beast is what he calls himself while out on missions.

Hank's appearance had been deceiving I had prepared myself to deal with an oaf when I saw him come up to me but he was surprisingly well spoken and well read. We somehow got to talking about books and had a wonderful discussion about the Illiad and the Odyssey. This took up a majority of the time the X-men had been visiting with Sam. Then there was Kurt, he had been the first one to acknowledge my presence.

Kurt's appearance was very similar to that of my Jotun form, if anything it was slightly more terrifying. Because of the way I've seen Sam interact with Kurt I've concluded that any doubts I've had about Sam's acceptance of me being a Frost Giant are likely without any real foundation. Though it's still difficult for me to grasp such a concept when my own contempt for the form is so visceral.

It had been painfully obvious that Kurt had been dealing with people's rejection of his appearance his entire life. He moved in such a way as to seem as non threatening as possible. He had seemed certain of my rejection when he'd introduced himself to me and was actually happy when I had accepted his handshake. Happy to be accepted, it was nice to have someone happy to meet me for a change.

Other than that I had only gotten a smile here and there or had been completely ignored. Even Logan had decided to just ignore me today. I don't know what's worse being openly hated or being overtly ignored. I feel as if this may have gone as well as it could have though. I go to sleep wondering what tomorrow will bring.