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Casey looked between the two Fenrir’s. “Um…Fenrir…Did you inherent your father’s powers because next time warn me when you want a threesome. I’m all for it, its just a tiny bit shocking…” She laughed before looking between the of them. There was no laughing. There was no smirks. Something was wrong…very wrong. “Fenrir…what is going on…?”

Loki laughed as his son charged at him. “And here I thought I killed you.” he sneered, appearing behind Fenrir and pinning him down, changing into Fenrir’s wolf form. “I guess I’ll have to do a better job of that next time, now won’t I?”

The wolf broke the pin and gnashed his teeth at Loki’s throat. “I’m not here to kill you. Move on. I won’t be in your way.”