i thought this wouldn't hurt a lot i guess not

"You can give up everything and they’ll still call you selfish." 

26. “If idiots could fly this place would be an airport.”

Blayze pulls his hand back after while nodding his head. “It’s nice to meet you Kaleb. I’m the son of Zatanna Zatara and John Constantine. I am indeed a sorcerer. I have to speak my spells backwards though.” He says with a laugh, but he doesn’t mind demonstrating if the other wants to see. “Which is fine because like I’m fluent in speaking backwards because of it.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’m the nerd. First of all, that’s not even an insult anymore. Nerds are cool now.” To other nerds, at least. But, like, you’d be hard pressed to find people who didn’t share some of Silas’s geekier interests. Best not to let them find his stash of dice, then. “Yeah, I know they are. And they know that, too. They make special jails now. Dunno how much difficult a mutant jail would be to get me out of.” On paper, at least, he was very much still classified as such. 

Blayze looks down at the stick then back over to the stranger. He takes a quick drag before blowing some smoke out into the air. “Nah, that’s about it. Thanks a lot.” He keeps the lit cigarette between two of his fingers, but offers up the other hand to shake the other’s. “Blayze Constantine. It’s always cool meeting other magic users.”

        loki  was  completely  unamused  as  he  walked  towards  his  child.  while  he  had  no  problems  with  his  children  going  around  practicing  their  own  mischiefs,  he  had  many  things  against  they  being  careless  about  it  ――  attention  to  details  was,  after  all,  paramount  in  the  accomplishment  of  everything.  long  and  firm  digits  grabbed  kaleb’s  arm,  cold  blue  eyes,  that  reflected  loki’s  true  &  frozen  lineage,  stared  directly  at  them  during  the  same  time.  ʻ ʿ  yes,  there  is  a  problem  here,  kaleb.  ʾ ʼ  the  god’s  voice,  as  per  usual,  was  bland  and  locked  inside  a  low  tone  ――  his  face,  however,  didn’t  hide  the  dissatisfaction  with  what  was  happening  there.  ʻ ʿ  you  got  caught.  and  if  i  caught  you,  anyone  can.  you  know  better  than  this,  child.  you  can’t  be  that  careless,  or  i’ll  end  up  having  to  look  for  the  new  you  again,  sooner  than  i  expected.  ʾ ʼ

“So thou had a vision of this?” Gentle fingers ran through raven locks as she took a step closer to the child. “You have forseen the human’s state? He truly did not need that money? Not for food or warmth?” Her gentle tone turned stern. “Return the money, my moon. Thou hast no need for it. Do we not give you want you seek? What you want?” It really confused her. Had she not given them the world? Given them so much love, even when others told her not to? That she should have abandoned the bastard children of her husband? Yet she could not nor would she ever. 

For a minute Kaleb considered trying to pass it off like they had had a vision, that there was some devine reason as to why this person needed their wallet stolen, already in their head they were spinning a whole story about the lesson in the meaningless of money, and how he would use his wealth better now. But they doubted Sigyn would fall for their stories, even if they were mythically well constructed. 

Sigyn was used to the nature of her step-children. But she that didn’t make her love them any less. Yes. They were not of her womb but in her eyes; she was their mother. She had been out and about for fresh air, having left Frigga with Loki. She caught a glimpse of her dearest Kaleb so she decided to sneak up on them. Much to her dismay; they seemed to be doing wrong. For centuries she kept quiet about her husband’s wrongdoing but she was not going to let that example of the children. “Kaleb, my moon… hand it over.”

Busted! Kaleb stares a little blankly at Sigyn for a moment as they try to think of something smooth to say to get out of this, the gears turning in their head but finding nothing for good ideas. All that comes out when they eventually speak is a soft somewhat embarrassed sounding, “Mom.” If Kaleb was going to listen to anyone who wasn’t Loki Sigyn was the next best bet, but still they hesitated to hand over their ill gotten goods. “Come on, that guy’s not gonna miss a little cash.”