Summer laughed. “I’ll keep your secrets, never fear, little sister. You’ve given me so few, it won’t be hard.” She kept stroking, running random locks through her fingers. ”Are you truly Loki’s daughter?”
She shivered slightly. ”Ha technically no, I was adopted,” She said opening her eyes for a moment before closing them again.
“I can’t even think how that works. He is so far from being a good heart … ” Summer mused. “You must have earned a favour from him, or some such.”
She laughed slightly, ”I joined him at first, wanting a purpose in life I join him to help him gain his army, somewhere along the line he became a father to me.”
“I hate all these shadows on your heart, luv,” she whispered. “Does the killing give you a purpose now? Does it make you safe?”