disclaimer: i do not own the products or services associated with MARVEL; including Thor. (the title is a lullaby, "all the pretty little horses")

author's note: i've never really agreed with the fates of all of Loki's children; an AU perspective (also: please note that this is open-ended; there are a multitude of other possibilities of what could have happened to Loki's children – this is on purpose).

summary: the baby is gone/on alternate paths/lokixeir


Always, he knows, that her face will be the first he sees. His wounds dressed, sheets warm and his armour at his bedside. With her there are no secrets. For ages now, she has undressed him, bathed him, tended to his wounds and said nothing of his scars. Her defence is the last they fall to, a promised strength they tend to set aside. All secrets are kept in her halls and her eyes, all hurts tended to under her hands.

(this is what his brother misses)

Her battles are the ones that the others miss, her victories clawed for and often bittersweet. Eir lays her hand upon his brow and her eyes are like dark glass, angry and bitter.

The baby is gone.

(her grip on his hands is tight- forgive us, they whisper, forgive us and be free)