She sat in the living room, embracing being able to relax and read alone, as she had plenty of time for herself until her husband returned from a business trip the next week. That late Sunday evening of June, the house was quiet after her daughter had put herself to sleep.

Rosa loved the tranquillity of these moments, as there was no-one else awake who she had to do labours for. She had chosen this life, of course, but sometimes being a housewife and a mother was too tiring. Everyone needs breaks once in a while, she thought.

But this tranquillity wasn't all there was today.

The living proof that this housewife had indeed taken a break once appeared before her eyes as if out of thin air, a warm smile on his scarred lips, carrying with him a feeling of unease as well as reassurance. That alone told her the years of hiding her past adventures were over.

'Lovely evening, isn't it?' He was as attractive as she remembered him. His slim and graceful figure, his long hair like autumn leaves of all hues framing his scarred but otherwise perfect factions.

And those eyes. Those grey eyes that seemed to change color with every glance and soothe the soul with their depth, but also contained a fire that couldn't ever be extinguished, which could keep you warm on a winter night if you learned your way around it, but would burn an inexpertised hand if it got too close, or an entire forest if someone did wrong with it.

Stolen novel; please report.

A perfect description of this man, and a harshly real reminder of what he could do.

She knew he hadn't come to make small talk. He had a clear task, and she knew what it was.

She simpered as the realisation reached her. Even though it was hard to accept, she did her best not to tremble and welcomed him.

'It's good to see you, Loki'' She wasn't sure whether it was a lie or not, though she knew lies were his thing.

He, on the other hand, seemed to know everything, with that smug expression which rarely left his face.

'You too, Rosa'. His smile was slowly replaced with a look of determination. 'You know why I'm here today, do you?'

'Yes, yes. She's fifteen, she needs to know.' She sighed as she posed to herself how her child would be told the truth about herself after all these years. 'Let me tell her first. It'll be better if she already knows, even the most trivial things'.

'Very well'. His smooth voice seemed to gleam as intensely as his gaze. 'I'll be here'.

Rosa nodded and took one last look at her youngest child's father before heading upstairs.