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Must Love Dogs (and Snakes, and Half-Dead Grad Students) - 2/?

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“I got it!” she screamed, shooting up in her seat and waving her hand around wildly.

Fenrir slapped a hand over her mouth and slipped his gun back into his holster. Jormungand sighed and put away his gun as well, slumping down in his seat and lamenting the day he and Fenrir had discovered that gods were immune to Ritalin.

“Try ‘getting it’ a little quieter,” Fenrir said, easing his hand away and taking his seat. “There’s still a few agents working in the facility at this hour and we’d rather not have to explain you to them.”

Hel looked appropriately embarrassed for a change. “Sorry, it’s a college thing. But I totally got it.” She took a deep breath and grinned at her brothers, her eyes shining. “We need to get Dad LAID!”

Fenrir stared at her. Jormungand stared at her. Then they stared at each other in abject terror.

Hel’s suggestion was actually reasonable. Damn, and they’d been trying so hard to avoid setting off Ragnarok this cycle.

“Has he even been with anyone since Mother died?” Fenrir asked finally.

Jormungand shrugged. “Who knows? He hasn’t had the time to visit in years. I doubt he even knows who or what our current incarnations are.”

Hel was practically bouncing with excitement. “This is so going to work, guys. I totally read about something just like this in Cosmopolitan last week.”

Jormungand rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’m not saying it won’t be difficult, but I think I have the perfect person in mind.”

Fenrir glanced at him and nodded. “I agree.”

“Me too!” chirruped Hel. “They’d be perfect together.”

Jormungand’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Good. As long as we’re in agreement.”

“I think so,” said Fenrir. “After all, there couldn’t be a better match for Father than-”

“-Tony Stark.”

“-Steve Rogers.”

“-Natasha freakin’ Romanoff.”

They all stared each other incredulously.

“Stark?” Jormungand asked, his one eyebrow raised as high as it would go. “The last time they were alone together for more than five minutes, Father threw him out an eighth-story window. Don’t you already give the guy enough grief by eating his spare arc reactors?”