After finally reading about Sleipnir and reading through some fanfiction about him and Loki, I had the inspiration of writing up some short story about Loki's equine son. I'm being evil and putting this up instead of a new chapter of Hijacked. Sorry.
Loki and Odin have graciously given up their rights to Marvel. Sleipnir is either his own—due to the Norsemen who first spoke of him being long dead—or belongs to whoever most recently bought his rights.
"Father, do not do this." Loki struggled to maintain his usual iron composure. Sleipnir sensed his mother's unease and bumped his huge head against Loki's chest, ignoring the halter that kept him bound outside the hall.
"It is already to be done," Odin said without inflection, regarding Loki and Sleipnir through his one eye.
Loki could feel his outward calm rapidly cracking, burning away from the protective desperation and the anger that was rising in him. "He is my son. Your grandson, Father. And you would lower him to be an ordinary mount, a beast of burden!"
"He is the finest of such beasts. It is reasonable to use him as such," Odin said, his tone mild. The only reason he was still there was because he was awaiting word that Sleipnir's new home was finished.
"He is not a beast!" Loki burst out, possessively putting one hand up to rub Sleipnir's cheek. "He is of your blood. He is my son!"
A shadow crossed Odin's expression just briefly at Loki's words. "If you so value him as one of our family and as being above mere beasts, than you can consider this a further punishment for the troubles that led up to him. And for demeaning yourself in such a way as to bring him into being."
Sleipnir flicked an ear back and shoved his head against Loki again. Why is the Allfather displeased with me like this? Loki could hear fear in the stallion's silent voice, reflecting his own.
Loki rubbed a fist up and down Sleipnir's muzzle, trying to calm the both of them. "Father, you would punish him for what I've done?" He gave up trying to keep cool and steady.
"It is punishment for a prince of Asgard who nearly brought dishonor to his people," Odin said quietly.
All three looked up as a runner arrived, informing Odin that the stables were prepared for the eight-legged horse.
Sleipnir shied back. Mother, I do not wish to be a captive of my own people. What do I do?
Odin turned his attention back to the prince and the stallion, no doubt able to hear Sleipnir's words. He silently watched Loki.
There would be no fighting the Allfather's wishes. He had made it clear that Sleipnir was to become his mount, albeit a fine and prized mount. There was nothing Loki could do.
A thick, acidic taste burned in Loki's throat. He wanted to protect his son. He wanted to cut away the halter and send the stallion galloping to some distant corner of the realms where he would be safe. He wanted to destroy the stables and wreak havoc on all those responsible for this, Odin included.
There was nothing Loki could do.
He pulled Sleipnir's face down close to his own and smiled, ruffling the horse's forelock. "You are finest of fine, Sleipnir. This you must remember. Go with them."
Sleipnir's eyes widened enough to show white around the edges. I do not wish to go, Mother!
"These are the Allfather's wishes," Loki said evenly. "They must be done."
Sleipnir's ears pinned back and he stamped a couple feet, but he submissively lowered his head further. I will do as the Allfather wishes.
"You are a perfect son," Loki said quietly. He let go of Sleipnir and stepped back, letting Odin take hold of the halter and start leading him away. When Sleipnir tossed his head and lingered, Loki lightly slapped his flank in a gesture of affection and encouragement.
Loki stood silently and watched his father take his son away to a beast's captivity.
For the first time, he felt boundless hatred toward the Allfather.