She smirked as she leaned forward touching her nose to Summer’s, ”In the words of my father, I do what I want.”
“And so do I.” Summer snapped her teeth at Deva. “C’mon, truce, sister?”
She laughed, ”Oh but what fun is a truce, we are the daughters of Loki, there is no fun in that.”
“Now, now, there’s mischief and then there’s malice. No malice, Deva. I’m serious.”
She rolled her eyes and put her plate in the sink, ”Yes mother.”
“When do I expect you back, mischief? By the way, if you’re going to be adopting me, you should tell Loki. Surprising the god of mischief my be … counter-indicated.”