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Once he was safely out of sight of Dodger - and yes, he definitely checked to make sure his son wasn't sneaking after him - he allowed his rage to finally surface.
The first victim was an innocent vase that happened to be in the hallway outside his quarters, siezed and hurled against the wall with an incoherent yell.

Just about anybody in the castle knew to stay away when they heard Loki's voice echoing around the hallways as he ranted, cloak flowing behind him as he marched to the armoury. When his London disguise had melted away for his normal clothes, he didn't entirely know, but it's far more satisfying to sweep around in an angry rage when you're wearing a cape, it just is.

There were a very small number of people who'd dare approach Loki when he was in such a mood, and even fewer he actually wanted to see.
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The fact that Loki had paid a little visit to Earth and engaged in a dalliance there was... probably not that surprising. He had a habit of doing that kind of thing, after all.
He hadn't actually intended for that dalliance to result in a child, but nobody really did.
It was just a pity he hadn't realised the child was born until much later, he had intended to be a better father than Odin after all, and he hadn't exactly got the best start on that.

But he dropped in whenever he got the chance to make sure Dodger was doing well for himself, and he seemed happy and healthy and he seemed to be having fun, so Loki didn't really question it and instead just taught him all the sleight of hand he knew - and maybe he watched for a little bit of magic as well. He didn't know if Dodger had inherited that particular gift, but it was worth looking out for.

Dodger's not the easiest to find, of course, so each trip tends to start with a bit of a wander around the streets of London - he's almost made his way through all of Dodger's usual haunts and still not found the lad, so he's starting to get a little concerned, not that he'd show it of course.
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"Class, we have a new student joining us today," the prim woman at the front of the class drew the teens' collected attention to the sullen young man standing at the front of the room, watching them all with barely concealed disdain. He was not the nervous newcomer hovering desperately for approval, the key emotion he appeared to be experiencing was boredom.

"This is Max Niequist, am I saying that right?" she turned briefly to the young man - Max, apparently - who shrugged, obviously unable to care less about whether or not she tripped over the Scandinavian surname. The teacher hesitated, briefly uncertain, and for those watching closely there was a flicker of amusement in the boy's eyes and perhaps the tiniest quirk of a lip, but then she rallied and the bored expression returned.

"I hope you'll all make Max feel welcome. Why don't you take the empty seat at the back there?" she pointed out the seat in question and Max nodded, not bothering to make any sort of greeting to the class before strolling to the back of the room and dropping into the empty seat.

It was obvious to anybody nearby that he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

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