You already hear her coming. After all, with boots as sharp as hers, it wasn't that hard. As the god of malice, you made a point to cause as much chaos, mayhem and mischief as you could.

For which reasons? Hate, mainly. Hate for being the illegimate son of Odin, and getting bullied by your big brother Thor, who of course, never suffered from any repercussions but surely enjoyed being the heir to the throne, thus starting a thousand rivalry between you and him.

But eventually , like humans says, all good things come to an end. And you found someone else to play with .

Diana Prince of Themyscira. Wonder Woman.

At first it was just an attack of frost giants, flirty jabs thrown during a battle or some stupid pranks, she tried to stop you , understand you and push you towards redemption.

But it was too late.

She became a full blown drug you couldn't live without.

Which take us to today , after yet another another prank, where you used magic to turns a gala attendants into giant monsters, she kick and break the door open, facing you with rage.

"You!"

She was slightly injuried but still as perfect as ever. You gave her a magical orange juice who'll turn her into a golm that she threw away , before taking her hand and pulling her towards the dance floor.

Your hand rested on her waist as she tried yet again to resonate you , to no avail , and she quickly went back to insult you.

And you ?

As always, you flirted.

Then, the conversation drifted to who has the toughest life. You told her about your brother's bullying, Odin's disappearence and your reject by both Asgardians and Frost giants? She told you about Steve Trevor's death, how she was hated by the entire USA twice and about the general suffering of her sisters. Then she went on about Hippolyta's death and you countered with your own mother's death. And go on and go on...

Until...

She leaned closer , her lips hovering close to yours.

"I see true kinship. A friend. Perhaps more..."

And then, she broke the charm and leaned back. You could have sworn the magical thread between you two, broke.

"... But only if you're your true self. And that's someone you'll never be."

Damn. And they call you the mean one.

You could feel your heart break, yet again, and your old persona coming back, but of course she didn't let it happen.

Of course not.

Her hand kept yours firmly in her grasp and pulled you back against her, before asking you, with the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Unless you can prove me wrong?"

And Odin helps you...

You wanted to.