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Father and Son

Maleficium Lokison could manipulate the image and the title of the newspaper in front of him to say anything he wanted and not a single person would be suspecious. That is, except for himself. He might be the god of illusions, but he couldn't erase that picture of Storm on the cover of every newspaper in the city. She was kicking that guy's butt but all he could see was the white line across her face. And the only parts in the article itself were phrases such as 'Thor's heir' and 'young avengers' and worse of all 'alien princess.'

Mal has had his suspecions for a while now, he knew deep down that that pretty Asgardian girl was Thor's daughter. The training and the eyes were dead giveaways. But he could never let it fully sink it. He knew his destinay. His father had been preaching it since the day he was born, Loki kills Thor Maleficium takes care of his child. Child. His father had never let the words 'son' or 'daughter' pass through his lips. He truely is the god of micheif. And before Storm, Mal had imagined an arrogant, easy to fool son just like Thor was. Never had he imagined that this heir would be a girl, let alone one he actually cared for. Maybe loved.

He shoved all of the papers off his table and paced the room. He had his fate, and his father was never going to let him live it down. Mal wanted to run away, to scream, to go to Storm and tell her the truth. But most of all he just wanted to cry. But no matter what he did, his father would see. And he couldn't let that happen. He looked at the clock, in 2 hours his father would be here to talk about plans. Plans Mal wasn't ready to discuss.

Loki's eye's did not shift as he stared down his son. They looked so alike, but Mal had opted for a shorter hair style. "Easier to blend in on Midgard." Suddenly, the older man leaned into the table without moving his eyes from Mal's. "Our time grow's near son, you have already discovered your little girlfriend's secret. And now we shall reveal our's." he laughed. "Are you ready, Maleficium?" Mal swallowed and took a breath. "Yes, my father." He tried to smile, to seem as confident as his father was. Loki stood up and walked around the table.

"Good, you have until the day after the Midgardian holiday, Christmas I believe it is called. I will manipulate the caretakers at the tower into thinking she went to Asgard for the remainder of the holidays. We shall attack on New Year's in Asgard." Loki smiled again. "Who will suspect such an act during these merry times?!" Mal shifted uncomfortably. "Father, should we not let Sto-the girl-live out the rest of year. Since it is her last." Loki stopped and provided an icy stare towards his son. "Have you grown weak?! Have you grown attached to the wetch!?" "Of course not, Father!" Mal and Loki both composed themselves. "I have thought of nothing but the mission since I arrived here on Midgard. The deed will be done." Loki's smile crept back on. "Good." "But I do have one more suggestion. Please do not watch me kill her. I wish to be alone in this event." Mal hoped for the best. "You have until the day after the silly holiday," Loki collected his things. "You will be alone, do not fail me son." He put his hand on his son's shoulder and with a flash of light he was gone.

Mal tried to man ipulate himself as much as possible. He imagined Storm saying the most hatefilled words towards him. He was so desperate he even tried to create the image of her kissing every single memeber the young avengers. The half monster, the assaigns offspring, the leader boy and even the bratty billionaire son. But nothing worked, he couldn't get her eyes that icy blue he wanted. They were still filled with concern and happiness and light. And worse of all trust. Mal had to make a plan. He had to make her go back to Asgard with the safeness of her father and grandfather and Heimdall. He had to save her, even if it meant losing her at the same time. This was his only way out.

Leaning against the wall, Maleficium Lokison finally got his wish as sobs filled his body.

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