A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

"Dear Old Dad"

—-Loki—-

"I still don't understand why we had to come home you could have just used your magic mortal."

Sam rolls her eyes as she continues to apply makeup.

"Because I need a whole different makeup look for this dress."

She had decided to wear the dress I bought her for her birthday to the wedding reception. It's a forest green with gold accents.

"Just go without. My dear, It's a waste of time you're already beautiful."

She sighs in annoyance yet her cheeks turning a shade pinker reveal she's actually flattered by my comment.

"I just want to ok? You don't have to accessorize either is that a waste of time?"

"...Point taken."

We head out the house excited for the celebration ahead. As we near the group of reporters on our way to a community building we're using for the reception I overhear a male voice speak.

"...and although my daughter is a mutant I never hated her, no I simply want to help her and others like her by working to find a cure for this foul mutant disease and to help keep the peace through a unbiased sentinel program instead of a police force that's been shown time and time again to be anti mutant. My daughter ran away when she was very young and was indoctrinated by the mutant group known as the X-men she's been brainwashed to hate me..."

The words make my blood boil. As who I now realize to be Sam's biological father goes on I realize Sam is no longer at my side. I look around to see her marching towards the direction of her father's voice and follow quickly. We push through the crowd of reporters recording the event and Sam marches up to face him too angry to be afraid. She slaps his face hard.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you?!"

After recomposing himself from the pain of the blow that will surely leave a mark. He actually dares to put his hand on her shoulder beginning a sentence to try to spin this in his favor for the upcoming election.

"Sammy I-"

I loose it cutting him off shoving him away from Sam in the process.

"-ég mun skera af eigi typpið þína ok þat til gæludýrasnáknum mínum!!!"

I get in his face letting him have it.

"þú borir komhír í dag?! þú ekki gera fá til réttr visuppr hí eptir fara þinn dóttir krying á þinn dyraþrep! eptir hafna henni sem saklausu barni!"

Filled with fury I summon a dagger.

"Þú stykki lygandi skítur!"

I didn't realize I've been speaking in a old dialect of Asgardian, a tongue I haven't used in over six hundred years, until I see the confusion on Sam's face as she takes my arm with my hand holding the dagger to stop me from doing anything rash. Her father looks at me in fear.

I hear a collection of gasps at my actions and see the reporters look at me in distrust. Members of the wedding party are also present now having heard the commotion. Thor looks at me in shock at my words. I put the dagger away realizing the action may be a bit out of line. Sam turns to Thor.

"What did he say??"

"I dare not repeat it in the presence of a fair maiden."

She lifts her eyebrows unsatisfied with that answer he insists though, and it's probably for the best.

"Trust me you do not wish to know."

Sam apparently decides to drop it and looks around at the reporters she frowns noticing their apparent sympathy for her father who decides to unwisely break his silence.

"Thank you Sammy."

Him speaking to her again makes me want to summon the dagger right back and slit his throat. She turns to him in anger.

"Don't call me that."

She looks around at the reporters and I can tell she's come to a decision about something. She speaks to him bitterly.

"Perhaps, father, I should explain the reason my husband reacted so viscerally to your presence here today..."

He suddenly looks very nervous knowing exactly what she's about to reveal.

"Samantha please-"

"-No! You don't get mercy! You didn't show me any mercy when you kicked me out of the only home I knew at twelve!"

There are gasps from the press they no longer shoot any glares of distrust my way but instead at Gyrich.

"You pice of shit you don't care about me! You came here because you thought I, the new Princess of New Asgard, would unwittingly help your campaign! Well guess what dad, I'm not that scared little girl anymore!"

She looks on the verge of tears at her next statement.

"I've been through so much shit and you don't even know about it... I'm not going to stay silent! You threw me out and you threw Mary out because you're a bigot! You just can't stand that your daughters are mutants so you abandoned us at twelve and fifteen... I have nothing more to say to you other than you are not welcome here."

She walks to me and begins pulling me along by my arm stopping by some Einherjar guards that have been watching the whole scene play out.

"Please escort Mr. Gyrich to the boarder and make sure he stays out of the country."

They nod and she turns back to Gyrich.

"Now if you'll excuse us my husband and I have a celebration to get to."

As she leads me away I'm somewhat stunned by her commanding presence in this instance. I guess I've seen her tell people off before I just didn't think she'd get back to it so soon after everything. She smiles at me looking unbothered by her father's presence here today, he held power over her from the pain he inflicted in throwing her out and now she's overcome him. I smile back and clear the wretched man from my thoughts. I take my wife's hand as we walk towards the sound of celebration.