Jess Pov.

    "Why're you here!?" 

    "Umm, this is where I go to school?" I deflect the question. 

    "Jess, this is uh, can I talk to you?!" Sly practically drags me into an empty classroom. "Jess who are these people?!" 

    "Friends." I turn to leave, but he grabs my hand.

    "Aphmau, please?" I rip my hand away.

    "That's not my name! Don't call me that!" The name means Daughter Of Mischief, and that isn't me. He isn't my father. 

    "Fine, Jess please?" I feel his grip on my hand tighten. "Just give me some answers!" That stops me in my tracks.

   Lady Thor Pov. Flashback.

   "Just give me some answers!" Aaron yells. I make a decision that I would regret forever.

   "I-I will." There's a silence. That is, until I confess. "I-I'm the daughter of L-Loki, not Th-Thor. He's my stepfather." He's too stunned to speak. "I'm a daughter of Loki, and Irene. A monster." He takes three long strides across the dimly lit room, and wraps me in his arms. 

   "No, you're my little potato. Come here." We end up on the couch, and that's how Malachi was born. ; )

    Five years later,

    "Just give me part of your power!" Aaron shouts. He raises his fist, and I cower beneath him. I wrap Malachi, Levin, Lilith, and Alina in my arms. "I-I'll tell them about Loki!" He threatens. 

    "You wouldn't." He nods.

   "I wouldn't. I'm sorry, I need to go." He steps out, and I'm left comforting my children.

    Present time.

    "No." I shake my head. "No. The last time someone said that, I made the worst decision of my life." I open the door, and the crew, who were listening in, tumble onto the floor!