A/N: Okay, here's chapter two! Tell me what you think, dearest readers, but keep in mind that even if you despise this story to your core, I will keep writing it purely for my own enjoyment. So, in other words, constructive criticism would be nice. Enjoy!
Susan carefully studied the raven haired man and Max from across the room. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something eerily familiar about the stranger. When she had been a little girl every strange, handsome man had become her imaginary father, but now that Max was going to be her father she had stopped longing to meet her real father. She hoped to meet him one day, but she no longer fantasized about it. Seeing this man that perfectly fit her mother's description of her father, however, had her thinking illogical thoughts. Susan wondered if it was possible that she could run into her biological father while on a trip with her soon-to-be stepfather. It certainly wasn't probable.
The man said something to Max with a smirk on his face and Max just about dropped his glass of champagne. Susan narrowed her eyes suspiciously as the stranger looked her way. He had a sort of proud fatherly gaze, but that could have been her imagination. Max seemed to have recovered from his shock and was now looking very sternly at the tall dark haired stranger. However, the stranger was headed toward Susan, ignoring whatever Max was saying.
Susan began to feel very uncomfortable. The man was focused on her and coming closer, an eerie grin on his face. Max was following closely behind, saying something that Susan couldn't quite make out over the din of the party. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach and she made the decision that it would be best if she got away from this weird guy. After all, he could be anybody. Just because he was at a high class social event didn't mean he was a high class socialite. So, she slipped into the crowd and attempted to disappear amongst the German party goers. Her efforts were not as effective as she had hoped because the man found her anyway.
"Miss Mort, there is something I must tell you." He hissed in her ear, pulling her out of Max's line of vision.
Susan, being a reasonable girl, yelped or help. No one even looked her way. The man let go of her arm and looked her in the eye, smiling slightly.
"Leave me alone, you creep!" She cried.
"Hush, there is just one thing that I must tell you, I mean you no harm," He gave her a stern look, "But first may I just say that 'Susan' is a tasteless name?"
"Excuse me?" She hadn't expected him to say that.
"You look more like a Sigrid."
"What the heck? Why are you telling me this?"
"Has your mother ever told you who your father is?"
"No, why do you care?" Susan's stomach filled with butterflies. What was this man trying to tell her? Did he know her father? Or was he her…?
"Poor girl, mislead just like me. My mother never let me know who my real father was either. The answer wasn't exactly something I was proud of, and for a while you may feel the same. Particularly after what I am about to do," He pushed back a strand of his black hair and bent a little to look her in the eye, "But you'll understand eventually."
"What are you saying?" Susan asked, slightly horrified.
"You haven't guessed yet? I am your father."
The whole world began to spin for Susan and she felt her knees give way. She grabbed for the first thing she could, which happened to be the man's arm, to steady herself.
"No, you're lying." She whispered.
"Nay. I may be the god of tricks and lies, but I am telling you nothing but the truth at this moment," He smirked once more and looked in her eyes, "You are exquisite."
"The god of what?" She snorted at the title despite her shock, "I think my youth pastor would disagree."
The stranger ignored her comment. "I will call you Sigrid. You may call me Father, of course, but my name is Loki. Sigrid Lokidaughter, a pretty name, don't you think?"
"Loki? What on earth are you talking about? Like the norse deity? Tricks and lies… oh my gosh - you're crazy. You think you're a norse god and you think you're my father," Susan gasped, laughing slighty, "Well the joke is on you, pal. I've been studying Norse mythology and the daughter of Loki is named Hel, not Sigrid."
His expression darkened. "I am not inventing these tales. It is the truth. I know not who this 'Hel' is, but you are my daughter as well as the daughter of Amy Mort. Half human and half…" He hesitated, "Asgardian."
"You are madder than a hatter, leave me alone." She swiftly turned away from him and found Max.
"Susan, are you alright?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah, that guy just thought I was somebody else." Susan looped her arm in Max's and left the odd man behind, hoping never to see him again.
Loki scowled as his daughter walked away from him with Quigley. She did not believe him. The more time he spent with her, the more evident it became that his guess had been correct. Her eyes and certain facial expressions were exactly the same as his. It should have been a joyous moment when father and daughter met for the first time, but Loki knew she would not believe him until she saw for herself. Besides, he had work to do if he was to bring the Chitauri army to Midgard. Even his daughter could not get in the way of that.
Agent Barton would almost be in position by now and he needed to scan the eyeball soon. He transported back to the balcony and tried to focus on his target, but his eyes kept wandering back to Sigird. He couldn't help the irrational jealousy that built up whenever he saw her enjoying the company of the human man Quigley. He told himself to forget her for the time being. If he could just secure the Tesseract then he worry about procuring his daughter.
A small radio in his ear informed him that now was the time for him to scan the man's eyeball. The thought of causing foolish Midgardian's pain brought a smile to his face and he strolled down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs he used his cane, which was the scepter in disguise, to smack a guard. The people, who had previously been listening to a speech turned in horror. Loki swept through the crowd and grabbed the man he was looking for, Dr. Heinrich Schnfer, and roughly dragged him to a statue of a bull in the middle of the room. For this whole time the orchestra did not stop their lively tune. Loki pulled a device from the pocket of his human garb and opened it with a shake. He jabbed it into the doctor's eye and grinned slightly at the panic around him. When he glanced up from his gruesome task he notice that Susan - Sigrid - was staring in terror at him. Quigley approached and pulled the girl away, but she was still staring. For good measure, Loki winked.