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“No, no. He didn’t do anything…” She said, a small smile on her lips. Maybe she was overreacting…but there was something odd about him. As she was about to ask him what they should do with Loki, her phone rang. She looked at the text and her eyebrows furrowed together. She dialed Kate quickly, something had happened. As the dial tone buzzed in her ear she pulled on shoes and placed her hand in Fenrir’s cheek. “I’ve got to go see Kate. Something is wrong…I’ll be back later.”

She kissed his cheek and left the house.

Fenrir awoke to an aching head and a dark house. He sat up and looked around. He let out a groan.

Loki sat on the couch studying his staff when Fenrir started to awake. His gaze lifted from his weapon to his son. “Good morning, Fenrir.” he greeted him coldly.

Fenrir stood up and didn’t acknowledge Loki. He rubbed his head and headed for the front door, seeing that Casey was gone.

He lifted up an hand and held him back. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” he grinned.

Fenrir ignored him and pushed his hand away. “I’m off to fulfill my deal with Hela.”

“Oh?” he wasn’t the least bit surprised. “Like father like son I suppose,” he smirked, prodding at one of Fenrir’s nerves. “So tell me, whose soul did you promise her?”

“A member of SHIELD.” He replied, leaving.