A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another story when I still have To Trick a Trickster left to finish as well as other things, but this idea just occurred to me and I had to write it down. If you don't like stories where an OC is related to one of the canon characters then this is not the story for you and you might want to leave. Anyway, I hope anyone who sticks around likes the story. I'm not sure exactly what is going to happen, but I just had to get out this idea. Thanks for reading!
Susan Mort covered her ears and heaved a dramatic sigh as her mother jabbered on the phone while Susan tried to do her homework. Her mother was talking to her boyfriend, Max, and all of the giggles were getting to the fifteen year old.
For as long as Susan could remember it had just been her and her mother. There was an occasional boyfriend thrown in the mix, but they never lasted long. Ms. Mort, who went by Amy to all, had met this Max fellow six months previous and he seemed to be her first serious boyfriend. At least since Susan's father, who Susan had never met and didn't even know the name of.
"Why, that sounds like fun, Max!" Amy giggled, "Alright, see you then, bye."
Susan rolled her eyes and completed the math problem she was working on. She set aside the math book and notes and looked up to her mother. "Where are you going with Max?"
"Hmm? Oh, he invited us both to go get dinner, doesn't that sound like fun? We might go see a film afterward."
"Yeah, sure. What movie?"
"I don't know. What's showing?" Amy sat on the other stool at the counter, "What do you want to see?"
"Um, how about The Hobbit? I heard that's pretty good." Susan flipped through her history textbook and stopped on a picture of a viking. She began taking notes, occasionally snacking on a Gold Fish cracker.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Amy asked, swiping a cracker, "Do you not want to hang out with Max tonight?"
"No, that sounds like fun, it's just…" Susan sighed, "Nevermind."
"Come on Susie, you can tell me, I won't judge."
"Mom, I was just thinking, when can I meet my father? Max is really great, but I want to know what my real dad is like - or at least what his name is." Susan glanced at her mother, knowing this question would get the usual response that it was a sensitive topic.
"Susie…" Amy groaned, "Do we have to do this now? Two hours before we have to go out?"
"I just think I deserve to know at some point in my life. Do you at least have a picture?"
"You know very well that I do not have a photograph of him. To be honest, I can't quite recall what he looks like." Amy got up and washed her hands in the sink.
"Really? You can't remember even the smallest detail about what my father looks like?" Susan said sarcastically.
"Why does it matter? It won't change anything to know who your father is or what he looks like. He is still MIA and a jerk, right?" Amy snapped.
"Mom, just give the most basic description. Hair color? Eye color? Height? Anything!"
Sighing loudly, Amy put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "His hair was jet black, and his eyes were a sparkly blue just like yours. He was tall, which explains why you are a whole head taller than me. Is that enough information for you?"
"For now," Susan smiled. This was the most information she had ever gotten from her mother on the topic of whoever Susan's dad was, "We'd better get ready to go, huh?" She stood and swept her books into her backpack. Amy stopped her for a moment and looked in her eyes.
"Do you like Max? Really? I normally can tell if you like my boyfriends or not, but I can't get any sort of reading from you about Max."
Susan smiled brightly. "You know, I really do like him. He's charming and nice, which makes him perfect for my mom."
"What about opposites attracting?"
"Pssshh!" Susan waved the thought away, "We're people, not magnets. Besides, I ship you and Max cause you're so cute together."
"Ship us? My goodness, it must be serious."
They both laughed and then went off to get all dolled up for the evening out on the town. Susie pulled her favorite sweater and slacks out of the closet and slipped into them. After she'd brushed her hair and teeth and then put on a little makeup she made sure to put on the necklace Max had gotten her as a hello-I'm-your-mom's-new-boyfriend-present. It was a silver colored chain with small blue bird pendant that matched Susan's eyes. She wanted to show Max that she actually liked his gift and that she didn't mind if he stuck around. He was a good guy.
Later that evening, Susan, Amy, and Max were enjoying some dinner in a small, but classy restaurant in New York City. It wasn't hard to find great food in the city and it was one of the reasons Susan loved living there. That and the other bits of culture. She had plans to one day perform on Broadway, but that was probably a long way off.
"So… Amy would you like to get dessert?" Max asked slyly. When her mom wasn't looking he winked at Susan. Both of them knew what would be in the desert and it made Susan very excited.
"Yeah Mom, you should get some dessert!" The teen giggled.
"Oh, but what about my diet? I shouldn't…" The mother glanced at the menu and the photographic depictions of creamy, chocolatey, delicious desserts, "Well… okay."
They summoned the waiter and Max ordered three ice cream treats. Susan and Max couldn't stop grinning when they saw the waiter come back with their food. Amy didn't seem to notice. Once the sweets were in front of them Susan couldn't even pick up her spoon to begin eating she was so excited. Max didn't touch his ice cream either. Amy looked down at her ice cream hungrily and then gasped.
"What's this?" She picked up a ring that had a slight spattering of fudge on it and held it out to Max for him to explain.
"Amy Mort, you make me happy beyond belief, would you make me happier than any man before and marry me?" Max asked, dropping to one knee. Susan smiled happily and the other costumers of the restaurant grinned as well. Amy had tears forming in her eyes and she looked to her daughter.
"Are you okay with this, Susie? Did you know he was gonna do that?"
"Yeah Mom, he asked me yesterday if it was okay with me and I helped him plan it."
"Oh my gosh, Max, if Susan agrees then of course I will marry you!" The other costumers cheered and the couple kissed. Susan smugly took a bite of her ice cream. She had never had any sweeter.
A week later, wedding plans were underway and Amy was stressed out. It was spring break, so Susan was home. The girl thought this would be helpful, but it turned out that what Amy actually needed was some alone time to get everything planned. Max swooped in and saved the day. He said that he had a business meeting in Germany and he wondered if Susan would go with him.
"It will give us a chance to do some bonding." He laughed when Susan excitedly said yes. So they packed their bags and gathered their passports. They left the USA and were headed for Germany in no time. Susan was having one of the best weeks of her life. She'd have a dad soon and she got to travel out of America for the first time. How could anything possibly get better?
When they arrived at the hotel they'd be staying at Max payed for two single rooms right next to each other and then helped Susan get settled in.
"I have to go to a meeting today, but tomorrow evening I got us tickets to a grand event out on the town. I hope you packed something nice?"
"I was wondering why my mom put my party dress into my bag! This is seriously awesome, Max. Thank you so much!" Susan gave him a hug and then he headed off for his meeting.
After spending a whole day exploring the German hotel, Susan was content to go to bed as soon as Max got back. She said goodnight and jumped into bed. It was so exciting to be in a different country that she barely got a wink of sleep. When she woke up in the morning she was tired, but thrilled to be spending the day with her future dad in Germany.
The day was filled with sightseeing and tourism and began to draw to a close when they got dressed up at the hotel and then headed out to their grand event. The car dropped them off at a beautiful building, that's purpose Susan was unsure of. They entered the building and the life of glamour enveloped them.
Loki of Asgard was watching the well dressed Midgardians below him as they enjoyed their little soiree. He chuckled lightly, if only they knew what was coming for them. Complete terror and fear. Agent Barton required a scan of a certain man's eyeball to unlock the vault that would allow for them to stabilize the Tesseract and Loki had taken the opportunity to declare his presence amongst the people of earth.
He recalled the last time he was on Midgard. Not many knew, but he had once snuck to the realm and met a woman by the name of Amy. They'd fallen in love and spent, ahem, some time together. It had been approximately fifteen Midgardian years since that time. Loki had left quickly when his father summoned him back to Asgard.
Loki scowled. Odin had summoned him. Odin was not his father.
As the thoughts of the Midgardian woman filled his head he glanced once more out across the room and blinked in shock. Could it be? How in the nine realms was it possible? He had just thought of her and now Amy was in this very room? Surely it was not her! She had the same lovely auburn hair and many of the same facial features, but her eyes were blue. Loki swallowed nervously as his mind processed this. Blue like his own eyes.
"Nay, fool." He whispered to himself. Foolish thoughts could not cloud his vision now, not when he was so close to victory. He looked once more to the woman and noticed that she was actually a girl of about fifteen years… Had it not been fifteen years since he had met the Midgardian woman? The timing, the facial features of this girl… it all fit.
"But how could she possibly be here tonight at this precise time?" Loki asked to no one in particular. He shook his head as if to clear his mind, but he knew that he would be distracted until he knew for sure. Could this girl be his own daughter? It was ludacris, was it not? But still, she did have certain features that reminded him of the face in the mirror.
Since it was far from the time he would need to scan the eye for Barton Loki cloaked himself in a human guise and transported to the floor below the balcony he'd been on. He briskly approached the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and faced him and he briefly let most of his disguise drop so she could see his face.
"Pardon me, but may I ask your name?" He smiled politely.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The girl asked, glancing around with a hint of nervousness.
"Perhaps. Your name please?"
"I'm Susan Mort, I'm here with my, uh… dad. His name is Maxwell Quigley," The girl said, pulling at her cap sleeves anxiously, "He should be around here someplace."
"Mort and Quigley? You have different surnames." Loki pointed out.
"Yes well," She looked him in the eye, "He's going to be my dad when he marries my mother. My stepfather, if you want to get technical," Susan squinted at him, "You look familiar."
"How old are you?" Loki snapped, not wanting to waste time if this was not who he thought it was.
"Uh, I don't see how this is relevant," She frowned and waved to a person across the room. A man in a suit came over and smiled. He offered his hand to Loki.
"Hi, I'm Max Quigley. This is my stepdaughter, Susan, but I see that you've met. Do we know you from someplace?" The man asked politely.
"I don't know you, but I might know the young lady. Tell me, what is your mother's name, Miss Mort?"
"Amy Mort."
"And you are how old?"
"I still don't see how that is relevant…" Susan said, but the man - Quigley - gave an answer at the same time.
"Fifteen, right Susie?"
"Yeah," Susan rolled her eyes, "I think I'll go get another hors d'oeuvre." She looked once more at Loki and then went off to get her food. Loki looked the gentleman before him over and frowned.
"You are engaged to her mother?"
"Yes, I'm quite the lucky fellow." Quigley smiled.
"Indeed," Loki raised an eyebrow.
"So how do you know Susan?"
The Asgardian smirked slightly and looked the other man in the eye. "I'm her father."