Sorrow held the hand of each of her two children. It was an odd thing to think of, something that made her giddy almost and thrilled when they weren't misbehaving, that she and Loki had two beautiful children. Both looked too much like her and Loki. Hela, with her midnight black hair and deep blue eyes, her slim build and cheekbones. Fenrir with his messy mop of brown hair and icy blue eyes, full face, mischievous demeanor, and a grin that looked frighteningly like Loki's.

Even though Hela and Fenrir never got along, she still admired how they schemed together. Getting revenge on someone who insulted their parents, playing pranks on their Aunt Yvette, who would turn around and prank them, and even coming up with elaborate plans to steal desserts and cookies from the kitchens, Eirrah running after them with a wooden spoon, threatening to beat their little bottoms if they came back, but always smiling at the two of them as they ran away giggling.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

The fighting between her children escalated to the point where she stopped walking and let go of both their hands, staring down at them, her hands crossed. "Please. Your father and I want to enjoy today. Be good for your Uncle Thor. Fenrir, no touching or trying to steal Mjolnir. Hela, no setting your Aunt Jane on fire."

Hela grinned, her pointy white teeth flashing with pride. "She deserved it. She's an annoying mortal."

Sorrow rolled her eyes, making a mental note to talk to Loki about that later. "She is your Aunt, and possibly your future Queen." Sorrow leaned down and tapped Hela's nose. "She might just banish you for all the times you've set her on fire and cut up her dresses."

Hela sighed. "Fine. I won't set her on fire…"

"Or cut her dresses." Sorrow encouraged.

"... or cut up her dresses." Hela added grudgingly.

Sorrow sighed and took both of them by the hand and knocked on the door to Thor and Jane's chambers. Thor opened the door and smiled. "Hello, sister."

Sorrow rolled her eyes. Thor insisted on calling her his sister. "Hello, Thor."

Thor looked down at the two children who were grinning up at him, and he could see in their eyes they were planning, scheming without talking aloud. He swallowed nervously. This was for his brother. He was doing this for him. He forced a grin onto his own face, and cheerfully invited the children in. The two of them shuffled into the room, and Thor could have sworn he heard a snicker come from one of them.

"Thank you so much, Thor." Sorrow said with a pleasant smile.

"It is no big deed. Enjoy your time with my brother." Thor swallowed his anxiety of his brother's children in his home, trying to look less nervous. The last time they had come, which was almost a year ago, they had almost blown a hole in the palace. He didn't know how the small, calm woman managed them.

"If they become too…. burdening… you can always send them to Elysa's house."

"There will be no need, I am sure of it, sister." Thor assured her while trying to assure himself.

Sorrow glared at the children, a motherly glare, nothing too cold. "You two behave." She bent down and gathered them into her arms. "I love you. Please. Please be good. Please." She plead, but she was trying to stop what was only natural for them.

"I promise, mother!" Fenrir shouted enthusiastically. "I'll be the bestest son ever! I'm already dad's favorite."

Hela glared at him, punching him in the arm. "No! I'm his favorite! You're stupid!"

"No! I'm his favorite!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Sorrow cut them off. "You are both our favorites. Hela, you are my favorite daughter. Fenrir, you are my favorite son. Now do as you're told. If I learned you were bad again, do you remember what happens?"

Both children paled. "We get time-out for three days in our room…" Hela muttered.

Sorrow had learned the hardest punishment for them was sitting still. So, they got "time-out" often. And the punishment never dulled. Ever since she had figured this out, they were better behaved. Mostly. She wondered if this is what Loki had been like as a small boy.

She stood and gave Thor one last thanks. As Thor closed the door, the children turned to look at him, a smirk on each youthful face.