"Daddy, daddy, come play with me," Torunn shouted. The seven year old began to tug on her father's t-shirt, trying in vain to make him move.
"Tori, daddy has been playing with you all morning. Let him rest," her mother, Jane, explained. In Jane's lap, another girl looked up from her book at her sister's crest fallen face.
"I am sorry, my little one, but your mother is right," Thor told her, patting her head.
Tori sat down keeping her eyes on the grass that covered Central Park. The sun was bright this Saturday afternoon, creating a perfect opportunity for the god of thunder to take his family to enjoy the fresh air. Tori fidgeted in her position, switching from swaying side to side to rocking back and forth. All with a pout plastered on her face.
"Mom," Tori moaned, "I'm so bored. I want to go play."
"Go ahead then."
"Not by myself! I'll be even more bored then." She fell back into the grass, crossing her arms in annoyance. Thor could only smile at the little girl who closely resembled him from her golden hair and bright blue eyes to her wide, toothy smile.
He could see Jane trying to hold back her laughter while hugging their other daughter, Frigga. At the moment, Frigga was hiding behind her long black bangs pretending to read a book, years beyond her age's level, and attempting to ignore her sister's complaining. However, Thor could see her small eyes glancing at the blonde.
Frigga was just like his mother, whom she was named after. She was a smart girl with a loving and caring heart, especially for her little sister. It made his heart heavy to remember his mother, but to see that someone in the family had inherited her wit and demeanor brought him closure every day that he saw her smiling face.
After a few more minutes of quietly watching her sister, he saw Frigga close her novel, leave her mother's lap, and offer her hand to Tori. The younger looked at her questioningly.
"Let's go play, sister," Frigga said softly. Tori smiled at the offer and grabbed the outstretched hand, pulling her sister along.
As he watched his two girls dance and play together, Thor noticed Jane move towards him. He planted a kiss on her forehead. Together they looked over the two, hearing them laugh and share secrets that only children could have.
"Thor, when do we tell her?" she asked him. He tensed for a moment then sighed.
"We will not."
Jane looked at him, surprise evident on her face. They both looked at the girls again. Tori was pretending to be a spy, while Frigga just enjoyed the show, her smile wide with glee. The ravenette glanced back at her parents and jokingly rolled her eyes at the other girl, who tackled her soon after for the action.
"This life with us and Torunn is what is best for her. We will not tell a soul and see to it that she does not find out any other way."
Jane nodded, kissed him, and joined her daughters. As Thor stood to go with her, he noticed a slim figure in a tailored black suit with a long green scarf standing a few meters away from him. The stranger's sleek black hair was blown back to reveal his emerald eyes which were looking at Thor's family. The thunderer's breath caught in his throat.
Noticing that someone was staring at him, the man met Thor's gaze. The god of thunder noticed the other's eyes flicker toward the girls again then back at him. With a sad smile, the dark haired man nodded and made his way out of the park. Jane noticed the exchange and jogged over to the blonde.
"Thor, was that…"
"Loki…"