Regarding to this kids ages, I'm glad one person (reviewed as Guest) pointed out Jemma and Leo's ages aren't always matching: sometimes he's older, other times she is. The reason is that I'm following canon with their ages and Simmons said to Skye that Fitz is exactly 23 days older than her. So, that's the reason why the ages are always changing; 23 days aren't that significant and I just play around with it.

There are notes at the end of this chapter to help you understand the comic book history. By the way, memorysdaughter suggested I'd write something in the lines of the episode 'Yes Men' and I thought, what better way to do it by bringing Lorelei into the mix?

(Trip is 17), Lance is 14 (almost 15), Grant is 13, Leo is 12, Jemma is 11, Skye is 9 and Avalyn is 3.

To say that Lance was bored was an understatement. He was beyond bored. He was a three months away from turning fifteen and his parents still thought of him as a little child. But if there was one thing Lance was that the reason why he was forbidden to go out of the house for three weeks was Leo's fault. Why did he have to go through his stuff and find the magazine? Lance didn't exactly bother much with the fact that his little brother had found the magazine. His blood boiled and he wanted to kill him in the spot when he was overexcited with the fact that he had seen 'ladies' boobies in Lance's magazine'. May overheard him saying that and the house turned into a living hell.

Since Skye was hogging the laptop and he couldn't even go near her – she'd run to mom and dad and whine about how he was being nagging her and that only lead to his parents scolding him even more – Lance was running out of things to do. He had actually taken some time to do some delayed homework – already three weeks old – but other than that he was bored. Mimi was taking care of Avalyn, Skye was on the computer (as usual), Jemma and Leo were trying to see who'd make the loudest bang in the basement (one day they'd blow up the entire house and yet he was the only one to blame just because he had an adult magazine in his own bedroom…!) and while May was still at work, Coulson and Grant had gone hunting (with a shotgun that fired bullets! He still couldn't follow his mother's logic...).

That was when he looked out of the window in his bedroom and saw the two young women walking past the house. One was a blonde, the other one was red-headed and they were both gorgeous. He didn't hesitant to scramble to his feet and run down the stairs.

"Hey, Mr. Lancelot," Mimi called before he made out the door. "Didn't your parents forbid you to go out?"

"Yeah. But you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

The woman sighed, "I don't want to be the bad one here, but I don't want any trouble with your parents either."

"I'll be back soon," he said, trying his best convince. "Promise. It's just… there are two… and they're..." he babbled, embarrassed. "C'mon, Mimi. I'll be back before The Cavalry is back."

"Watch the hours, please. I don't want troubles."

Lance smirked, "Don't worry."

"We have been through five of the nine Realms and no creature has pleased me yet," Lorelei admitted with a defeated tone.

"That is because you set your standards too high," Amora retorted with an eye roll.

"And that makes me guilty of anything? I seek the best and only settle for the best. But if my pursuit of idle pleasures bothers you so much, why coming as well?"

"You have attempted to kill Lady Sif simply because, among thousands of Asgardians, you tried to seduce Thor and she defended him, as usual. At Nidavellir you controlled the Dwarves and wanted them to create a sword made of Uru for you. Wherever you go, you cause chaos. I might as well come along and make sure no one dies."

"I have been in control of my lust for power and wealth lately. I have not slayed anyone and I have released the hold on every enthralled creature I controlled."

"That is good but not reassuring. I do not know when your nature will get the better of yourself again. After all, discretion is not your strongest suit."

Lorelei glared her sister, "If you do not stop talking, I might kill you instead."

The other sorceress breathed in and out slowly, "Perhaps we should go back to Alfheim. You did seem to like them."

"The Light Elves of Alfheim had great stamina and were agile. But they had…" Lorelei frowned, "pointy ears."

Amora sighed and shook her head, "That is their only problem, the shape of their ears? You always seem to find a problem with every race we find, do you not?"

"The Vanir gods were good. A bit savages, but good."

"Then maybe we should go back to Vanaheim," the older one said.

"It's too close to home. I want something new."

"Jötunheim was far away enough. What was the Jötuns problem?"

"Too cold in there," Lorelei looked around as she explained in a nonchalant tone, "and the Frost Giants are not the most attractive creatures of the Nine Realms. I just really hope someone here on Midgard might be… remarkably satisfying."

"You know where you should be? In Asgard, mastering your sorcery powers, not going from realm to realm seeking for men who can please you."

Lorelei stopped walking as she saw a young man looking at her. His lips were slightly parted and his pupils widened with lust as he breathed in deeply.

"Look at him," Lorelei said, raising her hand to point at Lance staring right at her. She could feel something strong coming from him.

"Midgardians do not go through puberty like we do. Their development happens very quickly and causes…that…" she remarked upon sensing the mix of emotions that came from Lance's body. "He is most likely confused and you are about to get in trouble."

"I have the feeling he wants trouble," the younger one retorted, walking to the teenager in quick strides. "What is your name?"

"Lance. And you are?"

"Lorelei. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Amora stopped by her sister's side and asked her, "Release the hold on him, will you? He looks very young."

"I am not doing anything," Lorelei told her sister. "He is genuinely interested in me."

"How could I not?" Lance said. "You're the most gorgeous woman I've seen."

Lorelei turned her head really slowly to look at her sister, "Finally someone who appreciates me."

"How old are you?" Amora asked.

Lance hadn't yet stopped looking at Lorelei, "Fifteen. But that doesn't matter, does it?"

"You want me…" Lorelei stated, her eyes attentively studying Lance's behavior.

"You are not going to control him, Lorelei!" Amora shouted.

"I do not need to," Lorelei spoke, walking to Lance. "He wants this and I can feel his desire growing."

He grabbed her hand and started pulling her down the street, "Let me show you a place I know."

"Do not worry, Amora," Lorelei said over her shoulder as she was walking away, "This is consensual and I have the appearance of a mid-twenty-year-old Midgardian. No one will ever suspect."

"I will be here. Waiting," Amora sighed.

Her Asgardian sister having intercourse with a Midgardian teenager would not create any problem. Asgardians were not affected by the common tellurian ailments and vice-versa. Moreover, Amora had sensed the same craving feeling that emanated from Lance. Whether under Lorelei's control or not, he would have not given up on wooing her.

"Where have you been?"

That was the first question Lance had to answer as soon as he entered through the front door. Luckily it was Coulson who was asking him that, not May.

"I, uh…" he was breathless and could barely breathe, covered in sweat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest and his legs were still quivering.

"You are so lucky your mother still isn't home. Now tell me, where have you been?"

"I… need a shower."

"This isn't over, Lance!" Coulson yelled as Lance ran upstairs. "I'll let you take a shower but you're not getting rid of having a conversation with me."

Coulson left the kids having dinner to go to the upper floor and talk with Lance. It had been an hour and he still hadn't showed up. Logically he didn't want to talk because he knew he had broken the punishment that they imposed on him but Coulson was worried. He was acting very strangely when he arrived home and that was why he was worried: what if something wrong had happened? He needed to know.

"Lance?" Coulson called, knocking on the door. "Can I come in? I just want to talk… Come on," he tried to turn the doorknob but the door was locked, "let me in. I'm worried."

After a few minutes of insistence, Coulson gave up. Lance would come to talk with him when he felt like it. He was already going down the first steps when he heard the door being unlocked. The man inversed his path and walked back to the bedroom, but did it at an unhurried pace, trying not to let on his anxiety. He walked in slowly and found Lance sitting on the edge of his bed and took a seat next to him.

"Is there anything you want to tell me about? You arrived home quite…"

"Ecstatic," Lance supplied with the word he knew fitted his mood. "I was ecstatic. Still am."

"Any particular reason for that?"

Lance looked at his father and smirked, "I just had the time of my life."

"What did you do?" Coulson's expression hardened.

"Met a girl. And we had some fun."

"You didn't…" the man chuckled but not exactly showing that he was happy, "Did you just have sex? Did you just…" he sighed deeply and resumed, "I don't know whether to be happy because you're finally a grown up man or if to be mad because you had sex."

"I'd prefer if you'd be happy for -"

"Who was the girl? Did you two use protection? How long do you know her?"

"About that…" Lance rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't… I don't exactly know her and we -"

Coulson stood up and pointed his finger at him, "You know what? You're going to tell all of that to your mother. She's always been better at disciplining children than me."

"What? Dad, she's gonna kill me!"

"That's what you deserve, Lance. Now you stay here and wait for her to come home," he said as he walked to the door, "and dare you to jump down the goddamn window again or – or you don't even want me to finish this sentence for your own good. Did you understand?"

"Yes," Lance growled. "You know, I was trying to tell you about my first time, looking for your help -"

"I had to come to your bedroom to know what happened. You definitively didn't look my help. Don't try to guilt trip me, Lance. You just wait till your mother is home."

Coulson let the door close behind him and walked downstairs, going straight to the kitchen. May was already serving herself dinner when she saw her husband walking in.

"Is everything alright? You were shouting and you don't act like that."

He pointed to the staircase, "Go talk with Lance, please."

Just to reinforce the idea: everything that happened between Lance and Lorelei was consensual.

Lorelei is the younger sister of the sorceress, Amora the Enchantress. The two sisters share an interest in using their beauty and wiles to dominate any male that either desires. However, unlike Amora, Lorelei has had no interest in mastering sorcery, apart from learning certain skills to aid her in her amatory pursuits. Both sisters are natives of Asgard.

Amora and Lorelei had been to the following Worlds: Asgard (their birthplace), Nidavellir (home of the Dwarves), Alfheim (home of the Light Elves), Jötunheim (home of the Frost Giants; also, Loki's birthplace), Vanaheim (home of a sister race of the Asgardians) and now Midgard (home of the humans aka Earth).

By the way, there will be consequences to Lance's actions. You'll learn about them in a later chapter.