Oops, I forgot that I didn't translate this one in advance. Sorry for the delay


Amora pushed the door of her apartment and let her bag fall into the hallway. She stretched out and walked through her living room and dropped herself on a large sofa. She grabbed the TV remote control and turned it on to a continuous news channel. Leaving the two presenters talking without really listening, Amora let herself fall on her side, enjoying the softness of her couch after a long day. Home at last!

If she was "theoretically" employed by Loki recently, she still had to find something to survive, like an ordinary midgardien, while waiting for this cursed Jotun to take his responsibilities in hand and give her a real job to do. Because no saying "I'll get back to you" is not a job. It's just plunging someone into a long period of expectation during which that someone is waiting for a phone call that never comes.

And since he had said that she would be paid on benefit and not regularly at the end of each month, it was not really a reliable job to pay rent. Especially when you knew the slightly fickle nature of the god who could overnight leave his project in the air. As a result, Amora continued to do odd jobs. The life of an anonymous magician on Earth was hard.

She was looking for a cushion to sit more comfortably when her phone rang.

"Hello," she says as she picks up the phone.

"Meet me in the WNBC TV studios."

"Hello to you too Loki, it's nice to hear from you. I haven't been waiting for weeks for you to contact me. Have you seen what time it is?"

"Hurry up," only ordered the god before hanging up.

"What the hell..."

The enchantress struck her screen with her gaze before straightening up. With a snap of her fingers she changed, at least in appearance, her outfit -yes, it's a magician's trick, it's practical to master illusions- and quickly inspected the result in a mirror. Satisfied, it was rare for an illusion to make a fashion faux pas but one could never be too careful, she teleported herself into the premises. That's pretty handy too.

Through the magic of the simplified scenario, she came across Loki almost immediately and approached him with an angry step. The god waited nonchalantly by the door to Studio 2.

"You know that I'm not your secretary or your assistant or whatever," she accused as soon as she reached the brown. I'm a webdesigner, which means I don't have to follow you everywhere. I'm supposed to stay at home, quietly in front of my computer. No hanging around after nineteen o'clock!"

"It took you a long time," Loki simply remarked, tying a tie around the collar of his shirt. "I'm going to need a page of advertising."

"I'm a webdesigner," repeated the blonde, hoping that this time it would get inside her employer's head.

"Can't you do it?"

"Of course I can" blown Amora excessively as she held a laptop in her hands. "Give me a minute."

She started to click on various folders to retrieve files and to tap on the keyboard while Loki mentally visualized the list of points he wanted to address in his speech. He had to know what to say in order to be quick, we'd probably try to cut him off before he was finished.

A man approached them frowning, interrupting the Jotun's thoughts.

"Are you allowed to be here? Where are your badges?"

Loki grunted as he turned to him.

"You want me to take care of it?" the blonde suggested.

"I won't pay you more," Loki replied immediately.

Amora looked up at the sky.

"I'll give you the service," she whistled to the Jotun.

Then she turned her head towards the one who had interrupted them.

"You have nothing to reproach us with. Everything is normal," she whispered into the guard's head.

Fred, according to his badge, nodded his head, gazing into space.

"There's nothing to report," he said, before moving away with an insecure step.

Amora stared at the god over his screen.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing... It just seemed to me that you were much more powerful. Using simple thought control is not like you."

"It's been a long time since I returned to Asgard, recognized the enchantress. But I could say the same for you. After all, you use shoes for flying."

The god shot her with his gaze. She was beginning to get on his nerves. He then remembered that none of their previous "alliances" had really worked. It was the enchanter's fault of course. He was innocent. As innocent as his foster brother could think.

"And you think you still have enough power to measure yourself against me, Amora?"

"Anna," corrected the concerned by pure reflex. I never said that I wanted to fight you."

"It sounded a lot like your usual provocations, though," Loki grunted.

The magician looked down at her screen.

"You want to see the commercial?"

"No. Just run it."

"Whatever you say, boss."

Loki glanced at him disapprovingly. As a supervisor in his newest company, he didn't appreciate the irony of his only employee. She would definitely not be named employee of the month.

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On the plateau, a few meters away from the Asgardians who were still in their - strangely deserted - corridor, the general activity was intensifying.

"It was the last commercial before we went back on the air," announced one of the stage managers. "Prepare the countdown."

Do you want more freedom in your daily life?

"That's what the ad was about?" asked a woman who was watching the return of the live feed. Weren't there cars before the takeover? »

Free yourself from the limits set by your living environment or even gravity itself?

"I don't know," admitted his colleague. "But if it passes, it must be planned. They may have changed the schedule... Did you see Fred today?"

Discover Fly Dragon shoes...

The sound of the show was broadcast live in the corridor and the two Asgardians were enjoying the very recent creation of Amora which was broadcasted on one of the biggest continuous news channel of the city.

"It was a really bad name," Loki said as he pulled on his sleeves to put them in place. "It sounds completely stupid and it doesn't mean anything. You should have put "Flying Dragon"."

"All you had to do was baptize your own damn shoes," replied his webdesigner in a sharp voice. "I'm not in commercial business myself."

"We'll change it", Loki decided, without paying much attention to the negativity of the enchanter's words.

If he should have made this kind of comment important, he would have done so long ago. And on many occasions, it had appeared that Loki had been living his life very well for hundreds of years without having anything to do with the general opinion of people.

However, he might have to start caring if he wanted his online store to work. Or he was managing to hire a great community manager.

And there you go! One more point on the list.

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On the set, the last teams were brought out. A man raised one hand, his head turned towards a monitor.

"And direct in three," he began, lowering a finger.

"Am I okay?"Loki asked, one hand on the handle, ready to open the door to the TV set.

"Two... "

"Since when do you care?" Amora replied crossing her arms, her computer was gone.

"One..."

"I saw a video," Loki replied, thinking back to his PowerPoint presentation, which had not been a great success.

Silently, the stage manager indicated that the show had resumed its course.

"Good evening everyone," smiles the usual eight o'clock presenter as he puts his sheets back in place. "In the news of the day, still no explanation to the disappearance of a lighthouse, the video of a lama on a skateboard goes around the world and it would seem that the rumor of a war with the inhabitants of Atlantis is a verified information as these images of Atlanteans invading the streets prove it. The authorities reassure us by saying that the situation is under control but we will come back to it later because this possible war will be the topic of the file of the editorial staff. »

Offering a white, bright smile - making our toothpaste mannequins pale - and completely inadequate with the disturbing remarks he had just made, the presenter changed the subject.

"The weather report is due in half an hour with Claire, as it is every night."

The camera spent a moment on the weather girl waiting in front of her green background, showing viewers a simplified view of New York, before returning to the presenter.

"But we can already tell you that the weather will be good for the next few days," the man continued. "Ideal weather to enjoy our beaches..."

"But who cares about the weather! Pass me this micro."

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In the Tower of the Avengers, Tony, who was following the news from the corner of his eye, spit out the contents of his glass on his television when Loki appeared on the screen. Steve stopped reading his newspaper, paper, old-fashioned, like the fossil from ancient times that he was. He was the only resident of the Tower who ignored TV news or social network information in favor of a real newspaper. The pleasure of turning the pages was incomparable with the pleasure of changing channels.

"No way! It's not true! Pep! Come see!" shouted the billionaire, breaking his voice.

"Tony... Morgan is in bed."

The father calmed down immediately, if the baby was asleep, he had to lower his voice. He walked quickly towards Pepper and pulled his arm until he forced her to sit on the couch. Then he approached the TV and briefly wiped the screen with his sleeve.

"Look," he finally said.

On the screen, Loki had sat in the presenter's seat and smoothed his tie after putting his microphone on.

"First of all, I was somehow the one who provoked the war against Atlantis. But you should also know that it was mostly because of their king who is sickly self-centered and probably has trouble dealing with anger, but never mind. There is no reason to worry, a water snake that circles the Earth can solve this problem in a few moments. He's my son," he says. "He's very sweet."

In the Tower lounge, Steve took a deep breath and pinched his nose bridge. Could he still hope that the Jotun hadn't caused panic among the town's inhabitants? It was highly unlikely.

"If you're looking for a job, I'm looking for a marketing consultant," Loki suddenly added, pausing in his resume." As well as a community manager."

Steve folded his newspaper and put it on the armrest of his chair before watching TV. Some of the information might not make it to the paper newspaper after all.

"I have to do something," mumbled Tony as he pulled his smartphone from his pocket.

He used it silently for a few moments and when a relieved sigh passed the bar of his lips the TV screen where Loki was still talking was replaced by a message from the production.

Dear viewers, due to a technical incident we are interrupting your program for an indefinite period of time.

A few seconds later, this message was replaced by the following one:

Do you need a change in your travels? Don't hesitate any longer and order Fly Dragon flying shoes. Pre-orders are already open!

Which was itself replaced by this one after a few seconds :

You lose too much time in transportation? Dare to change and opt for Fly Dragon anti-gravity shoes.

In the Tower's living room, the three humans were perplexed by the various slogans that were playing on the screen.

"What's that?"

"They look like Loki's shoes, don't they? "said Pepper.

A horrified look is painted on Tony's face.

"He's not going to market something like that. In New York, on top of that? That's suicide!"

"You should talk to him about it, Tony."

"Talk to him about it? Pepper, Morgan pays more attention to me when I'm changing his diapers than that idiot after he started a war. That can't be true."

"She's right, Tony."

"And why don't you take care of it yourself Steve."

The soldier shrugged his shoulders.

"I can try, but don't get involved in this case. It makes you feel upset in general.

-As if I want to," Tony grunted, crossing his arms.

Cap'tain America raised an amused eyebrow. Strangely, he was willing to bet that the hero would intervene in his sermon.

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And so, the next morning:

"And I'm telling you again, you can't let humans fly in this city. It's not difficult to understand!"

"If everyone started to fly, it would be much more practical," against the god who - oh surprise - was camping on his positions.

"It would especially cause hundreds of accidents a day. I refuse to let my daughter grow up in a city made dangerous by one of your ideas."

Steve blew, half-amused, half-weary, Tony had interfered. Of course Tony had been interfering. It was obvious that Tony was going to interfere. So the blond guy just had to watch the two browns "debate" and still be ready to intervene if things got out of hand.

After a sterile half-hour debate, Loki realized that if he wanted to be released, he had to "listen" to Stark's arguments. So he remained silent for a while, wondering if he would find a better name for his shoes, while the mortal whipped out a Power Point filled with colorful graphics proving the danger of his idea. Loki had to admit that, although he wasn't listening to a word, it was a very nice presentation and he regretted not thinking about the graphics when he made his own.

He didn't say anything though, he wasn't going to encourage this madman. Imagine for a moment that he decides to make this all-graphic sermon a habit? The horror.

While Tony was addressing the fourth point of the twelfth part of the first act, Loki, his eyes in the wave, was dreaming of going for a coffee with some doughnuts. He had been completely off the hook for quite a while. Even Steve, full of good will, could hardly repress a few yawns.

Both were saved by the unexpected arrival of Pepper. Steve blinked as he abruptly straightened up and took advantage of this life-saving interruption to leave the room, he needed a jog to take his mind off things. Loki was about to follow in the soldier's footsteps when he noticed that the midgardian was carrying something in her arms.

"What is it?" he asked suspiciously.

"It's a... Child," Pepper replied. "Her name is Morgan."

"Don't you have any on Asgard?" Tony taunted as he hugged his daughter.

"Of course we do," retorted the brown, without admitting that it drastically limited contact with the young Asgardians.

Loki sniffed at Stark's miniature format. He had a strong opinion about children. Noisy and useless were simply enough to represent his view of things.

"Don't let that thing get near me," the Jotun said as he walked out of the room.

Loki then spent several days nervously observing people in a room before stepping into it. It had become commonplace to catch a glimpse of the top of the brown face in a doorway before hearing a tiny sigh of relief if no baby had been detected. Then, at last, the asgardien entered the scene; with a pride that commanded admiration. Not everyone could keep such charisma while fleeing like the plague from an innocent newborn baby. Especially when the newborn was as adorable as Morgan. Oh yes, you can ask the Avengers for confirmation.

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"With this war story against Atlantis still unresolved, I feel like the super villains of the world are taking a vacation," Clint said. "We've been safe for months."

"Or maybe they're thinking of a plan to rally them to their cause," Bruce mumbled. "It wouldn't be the first time."

The Avengers in the middle of a moderately formal meeting in the living room took a moment to reflect on the issue.

"Ba!" exclaimed a happy little voice from the carpet.

"Thanks for the intervention, Morgan, but this is a serious discussion here," intervened Tony.

"Dadada," answered her daughter who looked around her.

"Pepper isn't here?" asked Steve.

"I can take care of my daughter myself," Iron Man replied while watching his offspring crawl away. "Bruce?"

"I'll take care of it," replied the other scientist, grabbing Morgan in his arms." Where were you off to, you little rebel?"

Morgan burst out laughing and smiles appeared on everyone's lips... Or almost. A Loki passing by rushed back with a grimace and retreated to his lab. This little human was everywhere these days.

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"What do you mean our daughter doesn't know how to be in a meeting? She's only eight months old, it's perfectly normal. The question is rather why do you bring her to meetings?"

"It wasn't really a meeting," Tony defended himself. "It was more of an important discussion... And Bruce is doing very well at babysitting. He can follow the meeting at the same time. So can Thor... Even if he's a little less attentive to the discussions."

"That's not the point Tony. She should be doing activities her own age."

"Like with 3D modules?"

"I was thinking more about objects to catch for her to play with."

"Like my 3D modules," her husband persisted.

"As long as you don't build her a suit of armor," Pepper finally sighed, "I guess it's okay."

Tony nervously scratched his neck.

"Obviously," he says.

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The next day, after carefully stowing away his prototype children's armor, all of which were powered by nanotechnology, Tony joined his wife and daughter in the living room. Morgan sat and played with a bulging disc, which she chewed on as her father approached.

"No, don't put that in your mouth," sighed Tony as he tried to stop her, without much success. "Well, never mind..."

Natasha walked away from the bar with two glasses and handed one to Pepper before dropping into the couch. This cold war with the Atlanteans was a real treat. No intervention to save the Earth from destruction, just a couple of problems to solve in the city in support of SHIELD. It was a real vacation. She shared her feelings with Pepper who joyfully confirmed.

"We should take a break," she smiled as she grabbed her daughter who raised her arms to her. "Why not take the opportunity to take Morgan to the beach?"

"We are going to the beach? "Clint exclaimed as he stuck his head through the doorway.

He already had an inflatable buoy around his waist. Natasha gave him a tired look — but where did he get all that from? At least, that explained the permanent mess in his room — while Tony lifted a finger.

"No. We're taking Morgan to the beach. Pepper and I. With Morgan. To the beach."

"I'm going to pack my bag," announced the SHIELD agent as he ran to his room.

Tony glanced at Natasha, as if she were the one to deal with Clint, and she shrugged vaguely. Her teammate could be a true free spirit whenever he wanted to be. No, actually Clint was a free spirit all the time.

"Do you want to take her for a moment?" Pepper said, looking at the redhead.

"Oh, I... I don't know."

"Take her," smiled the other woman as she approached her.

Natasha hurriedly put her glass back on the coffee table and held out her hands with apprehension. She would much rather deal with assassinations than hold a baby in her arms. Fortunately for her, Morgan was very calm and almost asleep now that it was time for his nap.

"What are you doing here?" Tony asked abruptly, realizing that Loki was motionless in the opposite corner of the room.

"Nothing."

"He was caught off guard when we arrived with Morgan," Natasha laughed as she put one hand on Morgan's head, she was almost asleep on top of her.

"Not at all! I'm staying here because I want to and only for that reason," hammered the brown.

"Yes, of course. We don't doubt it for a second."

Thor burst into the living room, startled Morgan who looked at the blond god. She made a small pout before reaching out to her mother. The asgardian paid no attention and rushed toward his brother.

"Loki, are you coming to the beach?"

"No," replied the Jotun coldly.

"It's going to be great, it's a beautiful day," Thor continued, passing an arm over the shoulders of his little brother who tried to get away from it.

"Thor... Get off my back..."

"Why Point Break knows about it?"

"I don't mean to be slanderous Tony, but you let Clint go into the Tower," the spy reminded him. "Everyone knows about it by now."

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Tony was a little grumpy today. The entire Avengers had added to the little outing. Just like always. However, he soon found a smile again when he saw Morgan, well settled in the baby carrier he was carrying, already reaching out one hand to the water.

"Ah," she announced in a very resolute voice.

"Oh no," Natacha said, seeing the beach almost deserted while a disturbing feeling of déjà vu settled in her mind. "Tony... Did you buy the beach?"

"It came with the villa," replied the billionaire, putting his sunglasses back on. "I wasn't going to refuse."

"The villa?"

The spy wanted to look for reinforcements towards her teammate because, after all, he too had found the purchase of the bowling alley absurd, but the archer was already in swimming trunks, lying on a deckchair.

"Where is the Gothic?" asked Tony, looking around him.

He quickly saw Loki. And it was complicated to do otherwise. Unlike the team in bathing suits, or at least in light and colorful clothes, the god was camped on his heels, as far away as possible from the warm sand, all dressed in black. He had a grumpy look on his face.

As surprising as it may seem, the ice giant did not like the beach in summer.

During the winter truce, as when he had found his lighthouse, when no one was lying on a towel or a deckchair to gild in the sun.

When no child ran past him, sprinkling sand on his shoes, so unsuitable for a trip to the beach. But Loki had a standing to respect and that was why, if for once he wasn't wearing his own creations, he was wearing black Alden shoes. And little infernal mortal had no idea of their price! And where did this child come from anyway? Wasn't the beach supposed to be private?

Loki frowned and mentally retreated into the ideal context for a good day at the beach.

When the sun was low, hidden under thick clouds.

When the icy water was free of mortals splashing awkwardly where they had feet, especially if it was his brother.

When he was alone in front of a raging sea.

Yes, when those conditions were right, Loki could enjoy the beach. In the meantime... He was planning to stay as far away from this yellow hell as possible.

"Loki!" called out to his adopted brother, waving an arm, feet in the water. "Are you coming to play?"

The person questioned roared loudly. Already that he had sand in his socks, thank you cursed insignificant insect that ran around with his kite, he was not going to run after a volleyball at the water's edge.

The god looked at his worst enemy of the day who, surprising as it seemed, was not Stark. He was the child with inexhaustible energy, visibly the son of the owners of the villa next to the one bought by the billionaire. Private beach, private beach... Le brun noted above all that this famous beach was shared by the ten or so villas that bordered the coastline. And that some of the owners had indomitable children.

The Jotun ends up sitting on a rock, far from the water and away from the few humans. Mumbling at length in his beard that he despised all mortals, all of them as much as they were, but especially the young boy, and that one day he would destroy them, Loki spent one of the longest days of his life. Unable to remember why he had been dragged here with the rest of the gang.

He, who seemed to be approaching an acceptance by the midgardians, had just fallen back into his original desires for control and destruction. All because of a silly kid.

It was sure, certain and definitive: Loki hated children.


Yes Morgan is there, we deviated from Loki today, I hope I didn't get too carried away x). Now Loki will finish babysitting at some point. He has to.