AN: Thank you all for your lovely reviews! They truly make this story. I have a rusty plot in mind, but if you have an idea I would LOVE to hear it. No seriously, even if it's just something you'd like a character to do or say, tell me!

One more thing. I recently watched Thor: Tales of Asgard and let me tell you, I recommend it! Very adorable Thor/Loki moments [ As brothers of course! ]

Anyways, enjoy!

I do not own anything other than the O/Cs

"So you're just going to ditch?" Thalia snorted and one of her golden eyebrows wriggled skeptically.

Lana shook her head and placed a hand over her abdomen. She was miraculously talented in the art of lying, even if it was to a life-long friend. Her eyes dropped down to her feet as she lowered herself wearily onto the bench. They were the last ones in the locker room, everyone else had scurried away to their next class. "I really don't feel good," Lana stole a glance at her friend only to meet her steely gaze that searched for even the slightest hint of trickery.

"It's just not like you. You're never sick," She urged, shifting nervously. Lana knew Thalia was worried now but she had to get home. Something was off about Connor and she couldn't stand leaving her mother alone with him. Her friend's entire being transformed when she looked wearily at her and Thalia nodded. "Oh alright, but text me." Her voice was stern but her expression softened as she helped Lana up.

"Will do," She said and offered Thalia a small smile. Her tennis shoes tapped the concrete quietly as she side-stepped away from her friend and slung her backpack around her shoulder. She turned and offered a small wave, "I'll see you later."

Once out of sight, Lana turned and rushed to her car. She turned to check behind her and sighed, finding her path blocked by a brutish looking man. A frown pulled at Lana's face and she unbuckled and got out. His arms folded across his broad chest and he glared at her with sharp blue eyes, but failed to intimidate her when they were the same height.

"And where do you think you're going, Sweetheart?" He spoke smoothly, his voice making her grit her teeth.

"What do you want, James?" She groaned.

"Why are you skipping? I thought we were going to study after school," He practically whined. Studying was his pathetic excuse for spending time with Lana. It was nearly 3 months since they broke up and he still wasn't over her. Lana rolled her eyes and turned away from him briskly.

"I don't feel good, we can study tomorrow."

"Don't walk away from me." He growled and snatched her arm, forcing her to turn back around.

"Let me go!" She cried and shoved her arm towards him to release his grip. James lost his balance and tumbled backwards, landing hard against the asphalt. A moment of silence gripped the air, accentuating the unusual power she had hit him with. Lana's breathing quickened and she looked down at her hands. Did she do that?

James grunted slightly and let his head fall back. He must've hit hard if he was struggling to breathe. Lana's eyebrows quivered in confusion and he pulled his elbows under himself. Seeing this, she whirled around and rushed back to her car to avoid his questioning stares. She brushed her hair from her eyes and backed out of the parking space, forcing herself not to look back while she drove away.

...

The small vehicle bounced and its tires crunched the gravel of her driveway when Lana pulled up to the house. She wasn't rushing, but wasted little time unbuckling and stepping out into the hot New Mexico air. A strong gust of wind sent her hair and jacket in a flurry. She rolled her eyes at herself, the small home was as peaceful as ever. She walked briskly to the door and slowly pulled it towards her. Lana's breath gathered to call out but another voice beat her to it.

"Loki!"

Jane's voice came from somewhere deep in the house and the shrill sound sent chills down Loki's spine. He turned and vaulted over the back of the couch, abandoning the old leather-bound book he had been reading. Thousands of gruesome possibilities relentlessly plagued his mind in the short span of time it took him to reach her doorway, but they faded as quickly as they had come. Jane stood in the very center of her bed with her hand clasped over her lips, a grave expression on her face. Loki followed her gaze to a dresser drawer and he cocked an eyebrow.

Lana came next and almost tackled Loki where he stood. The man casually stepped to the side to allow her to pass him, but she stood ramrod straight and incredibly still. Butterfly wings danced across her stomach and she suddenly felt sick, why had her mother called for Thor's brother? The first thought that crossed her mind was that the God was actually here, but that was ridiculous.

Loki tugged the drawer further from the dresser as Lana's mind coiled itself around a myriad of questions. He dreaded the moment she would gather the courage to ask them. The God's emerald gaze searched the neatly folded laundry before he found the source of Jane's dismay. Buried deep within her pajama pants and shorts rested a large rattlesnake. It was an electric green color, with bands of black weaving themselves along its spine. Beautiful, golden ridges sprouted from behind its nostrils and wrapped around its skull like a crown. Loki's jaw rippled with tension when the snake turned to look at him. The hint of a smirk ringed its amber orbs.

Lana walked to her mother cautiously and tugged on her forearm so that they landed sitting beside each other. Jane made it a point to angle herself away from the girl, deterring any of her questions. Loki reached without trepidation into the dresser and pulled his hand back. The snake had wrapped itself tightly around his forearm and was currently resting its unique head against his palm. He could feel its steady heartbeat against his wrist, a strong rhythm that brought about a curious sense of nostalgia.

"I can honestly say I have never seen anything like that." Lana said halfheartedly. She wasn't upset, but her mind was occupied with what they were keeping from her. He turned towards the two women and hesitated a moment.

"I'll take it out," Loki moved to the doorway but Lana stood and blocked his path. The man visibly tensed and gritted his teeth, and Jane stood between them as if she was scared of what they might do to each other.

"Who are you?" She spat.

"I believe you know very well who I am,"

"So tell me the truth," She took a step closer, and he promptly stepped back.

"Enough! Lana you're being ridiculous!" Jane faced Lana.

Loki, uncomfortable of the close contact, moved back again. "She deserves to know."

Jane furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to look at him. She craned her neck just to meet his gaze, "Have you lost your mind?"

Lana snorted and looked at Loki expectantly.

"Loki," He kept eye contact with Jane as he spoke, identifying each emotion that flashed across her porcelain features, "your father."

Lana's mouth fell open and her eyes widened slightly. A loud breath escaped Jane and she sent Loki a deadly glare. He ignored the look and shrugged. "If you don't mind, I need some air." He said and stepped around the two, hesitating momentarily beside Lana and looking over at her. She went rigid and he could hear her still her breath. Shaking his head and deciding against saying anything, he faced forward and continued out of the house.

"Lana please," Jane immediately tried to explain but Lana looked over at her with glossy eyes. She scoffed and shook her head then turned and left the room, leaving Jane to sink back down onto her bed and bury her head in her hands.

...

"Okay... Enough of this," Loki practically growled the words. He turned slowly and looked down at the snake in his hands and shook his arm. It unraveled and fell but disappeared moments before hitting the ground. A smile revealed his nearly perfect teeth and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Come on, you know better than to try and fool me."

A seductive chuckle sounded from somewhere behind him but he didn't turn. Loki knew exactly who it was.

"It has been too long, my Prince," She spoke slowly, lengthening each syllable so that it sent his skin crawling and his heart racing. Loki gritted his teeth and forced a smirk onto his lips, eyes remaining emotionless despite the thousands of contradictions buzzing about inside his head. She took notice to this arrogant expression and mirrored it. The woman pried herself from the shadows beside the tool shed and stood before him. Her flaxen locks moved with the movement and slid behind her strong jawline, settling itself on either side of her prominent hips. She had pale green eyes that caught the moonlight and seemed to glow.

Loki stiffened slightly as she sauntered towards him, bumping her waist against his side as she passed and running a slender hand across his chest. He shook his head and turned to face her with steely determination."Amora,"

"You remembered!" She exclaimed sarcastically and her face lit up with a beaming smile. Loki sneered in response and stepped closer to her so that they stood about a foot distance from each other. He was small compared to the Jotuns but stood above Amora. She turned her head up to him and narrowed her eyes at his grim expression. "What is it my dear, are you not glad to see me?"

"Not particularly." Loki grabbed her jaw abruptly and her back went ramrod straight, she stood on her tip toes to alleviate the pain he was causing her. The pain caused her to stand on his shoes to lessen the strength of his grip. "What do you want?" He growled.

She gasped and grabbed hold of his arm which happened to be surprisingly cold. "I-" Amora gulped and her eyes glazed over, but his fierce hold was relentless. "Let me go and I-" her voice cracked and she bit at her lip, "l will tell you."

Loki suddenly released her and grabbed her elbow so that she wouldn't crumple to the ground. Amora twisted away from his bruising grip and sat in a lawn chair. He eased himself into a seat across from her, smirking at her feigned confidence.

"So tell me," he repeated, folding his arms and reclining himself casually into the chair. He remained elegant and regal no matter his posture. Amora's eyes glinted slightly and she pulled her legs up over the arm of the chair as though it was a more comfortable position.

"My motives are clear, need I spell it out?" Amora retorted and folded her arms over her chest. Loki rolled his eyes and cleared his throat once. "Fine. If you want to know why I have come, take a look around you." She gestured with an elegant sweep of her hand, "Remember the last time you were here? Odin did not enjoy that little game of yours and neither did I, but, unlike him, I care about you,"

"I would no sooner believe that than remove my own tongue,"

"Well it is true, whether you accept it or not. Why would I lie?"

"Because you are Amora, the temptress, the selfish wench who wants little more than to please herself. You have used both my brother and I for that very reason in the past, but I refuse to be victimized any longer." He clipped the air with his words while a nonchalant, almost playful expression mocked her attempted deceit. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin indignantly.

"The past is the past,"

"You wish for my forgiveness?" She shrugged slightly and looked away. "Forgiveness, from me?" A vicious chuckle sounded from his chest and he shook his head in disbelief. The woman eyed him suspiciously and swiveled in her seat, facing him with peeked curiosity.

"You find that humorous?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

She frowned when she made the connection. It was ironic and cruel but she hadn't meant it that way. Loki saw the understanding in her features and stood to leave.

"Wait, that's not why I came." Amora spoke quickly, desperate for his attention. He hesitated. "I came to warn you."

"This is ridiculous,"

"Just listen! I tried to tell them, but they think you came back for revenge. Odin he-" Her hair caught a beam of moonlight as she stood. "He sent Thor after you. They do not trust you."

"But you do not want to rule, do you?" He shifted and crossed his arms. "Tell me, why are you really here?" Loki turned his head, revealing the profile of his face. His noble nose cast a shadow across his face, which merged with one created by his sharp cheekbone. She could've sworn she saw the glint of a tear on his skin.

"I cannot tell you, nor anyone, for I cannot trust that you would not reveal such information. If that were to occur I would have no choice but to dispose of you, something I do not wish to do." Loki's voice was small but stern, calculating, as though he were running through a scenario in his mind and she were simply overhearing it. The fact that he directly addressed her sent her stomach in a spiral. "Seeing as your petty game has been ruined, you should leave, and stay as far from me as possible,"

Amora couldn't decide whether he was threatening her or bossing her around. The memory of those who provoked the Trickster in the past convinced her it was best to obey him.

"Now. Your presence is growing more and more bothersome," He snapped, and she turned around. There was a short but bright flash of green that faded to reveal he was alone. Sighing a breath of relief Loki turned and ran a hand through his styled mane. Something told him she would not be the last to pay him a visit while he was here.

...

"You should've told me!"

"And what then? You would have lived your life hating him without even knowing who he truly was!" Jane was crying now, and her voice cracked often. Lana was angry, but otherwise emotionless. She sat casually with her hands crossed in her lap and her elbows resting on the arms of the chair.

"Oh, I don't need to meet him to know who he is. He is a psychopath he-" Her throat clenched together and she struggled to continue. "He tried to take over the world! How can you defend him, defend that?"

"Lana please, you don't understand-"

"No, you don't understand!" She turned away from the conversation. As if she could walk away from it all, Lana strode down the hallway and into her bedroom.

"Don't you walk away from me, young lady!" Jane stood and stormed after her. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying!" The door to her daughter's room crashed shut in her face and was followed by the click of a lock.

Lana's chest heaved with each breath; she let her weight rest against the wall and slid down into the corner. She tucked her knees up to her chest and hugged them close to her, there was an absent look in her gaze that was glossy from the tears she tried to force back. Her anger grew with each moment she remained upset about the entire situation.

A cool hand touched Jane's back and she leapt away from it, turning her gaze to meet Loki's and narrowing her eyes. "Why are you even here, haven't you done enough? She hates me! Is that what you wanted?" She bombarded him with accusations while ignoring the surprise in his expression. His thoughts and feelings meant nothing to her, and they may never again. He shook his head softly and stepped towards her in an attempt to assuage the hysterics, but her hand crashed against his cheek and stopped him cold. Jane stood there, her body trembling and jolting with each intake of breath. Loki clenched his jaw and turned to face her again with a new demeanor. This one was born of crisp determination; a calculating mask that pulled his thin lips tighter and into the hint of a smirk. He snatched her wrists tightly and pushed back her against the wall.

"Listen to me, woman. You need to know who I really am, a monster, an element of chaos and destruction." He paused to tighten his grip and move closer to her. He lifted his hands to either side of her shoulders while keeping his grip and craned his neck so that their noses nearly touched.

"You were indefinitely stupid to have believed I was anything else. Take this as a lesson and forget me, forget us. You meant nothing to me and you still do not, why don't you understand? I never loved you, you were just a distraction, my play thing." His lip curled up as he spoke as if he was snarling at her. Tears dripped from her cheeks onto her shirt and he dropped his hands to his sides.

She moved away from him. Something tickled against his cheek and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes. Loki raised a hand and batted at his moist face in anger. Jane stopped backing away and lowered herself to the ground, unsure of what to do or where to go.

The God shifted his weight and turned back to the girl's door, it opened as he laid his gaze on the handle and he stepped through. Lana gasped and stood up when he walked in and the door shut behind him. "Get away from me, I don't want to see you," She snapped, but her voice failed her and came out as a whine.

"Do I look like I care? And besides, I will not hurt you. I am still your father."

"You will never be my dad." Lana's voice worked that time and startled Loki. For a moment she reminded him of himself when he discovered his true parentage. He flashed her a sarcastic smile to shield the pain.

"That was a bit harsh, don't you think? You have so much pote-" His voice cut out into a wretched cough and he clutched at his abdomen. Confused, Loki looked back at the girl who now held her hand out in front of her. He let out a grunt of pain and bit his lip hard.

"Enough!" Loki brought his hand up and barred her from his reserves. The pain subsided and she turned her attention to her hands.

"How can I-" Lana breathed and shook her head.

"Have you forgotten who I am? Who that makes you? You were stealing my magic." He grumbled and crossed his arms firmly across his chest. Loki straightened so that he stood taller than his daughter. "You used it earlier today as well,"

Her eyes fell to her hands once more, amazed at what she had just accomplished and intrigued by what she might do in the future.

Jane was still sitting in the hallway when he stepped out and shut the door behind him. Her hands came down beside her and she pushed herself up to stand before him. A line formed between his raven brows as he watched her.

"You can fool me, you can hurt me and lie until you're blue in the face but I won't believe you. You're cruel, ruthless, terrible, and many other things but you're not a monster. 'The Trickster may fool all, save himself.'" Jane spoke softly, remembering the words he said to her so long ago. Jane almost expected him to lash out at her again, but Loki pulled back his shoulders and stalked down the hallway with lengthy strides.

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