Elves are mysterious creatures. There's not much we know about them. They tend to vary in size and appearance depending on where they are from. Some elves may grow tall as trees, and others may grow to the size of a flower. Most kinds of elf have been recorded and classified, but new ones are always being discovered. Most of them tend to stay away from humans. Perhaps they sense our destructive and violent nature. Rarely has any elf showed interest in communicating with, or befriending humans.
Thor sighed, feeling the breeze tousle his hair as he stood out by the water. He considered himself to be a simple person. His parents had more or less abandoned him, leaving him to take care of himself. Gjesvær was a quiet, fishing village. That was how most people made money here. He was content with this place, it was all he really knew. He looked out over the water and noticed the sun starting to set. Best not stay out after dark.
Thor headed home, he had caught a few puffin today, that would do. He built a fire and lit a few candles as soon as he got home. He was completely exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Thor hummed and looked out the window as it started to snow. He slept by the fire tonight, getting under the blanket he set out.
It wasn't so bad, being alone. Sure it was a bit of an isolated life, but it gave one time to his thoughts. Besides, Thor had his friends. Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg weren't half bad. There was also Sif. She acted more like a man than any maiden he had ever met. So he really didn't mind her company either.
Sometimes though, it was the complete silence that bothered Thor. All alone in his home.. all he had was his thoughts. Nothing more. No family to speak of. His parents had left him a good sum of wealth, but they had left him. So that didn't really matter.
Just as Thor was about to drift off to sleep, he heard a small shrill cry. It sounded like a small wounded animal. A mouse? A squirrel? Whatever it was, it would not stop it's crying. Thor sighed when he realized it must be injured. Thor had always been more human than the others he knew. When he hunted, it was out of necessity, and he never let the animal experience any pain before it died. The thought of a small wounded creature outside in the snow.
Thor closed his eyes and got up, getting his dagger. Just in case he had to put the creature out of it's misery. He grabbed his coat and headed outside. It was dark and he really couldn't see what he was doing. So he followed the shrill noise. Thor slowed to a stop when he heard that the little cries were very close. He knelt down, fumbling around for the source of the sound. Finally, his hand felt a tiny animal.
It was tiny. Perhaps a baby squirrel? He carried the little thing inside, into the candlelight. Thor's eyes widened when he realized what he had in his hand. It looked to be a baby. Though far too small to be any human baby. It's tiny pointed ears and nearly luminous skin gave away what it was. An elf. Thor had a little baby elf in his hand.
Thor frowned. He had never seen an elf so close before.. normally they stayed away from humans. But this one.. this little one had been left out all alone in the snow. No matter how hard the little thing had cried, no elf would come to it's aid. The baby had been left to die.
Thor didn't quite know what to do with the creature. What did elves even eat? But the little one felt so cold in Thor's hand.. he knew he had to get it warm. It's little face was scrunched up tightly, it had a full head of raven black hair, and skin as pale as snow. It was crying and reaching out at the air, and Thor frowned. "What do I do with you?" he asked and offered the baby his pinkey finger, which the child grabbed onto with it's weak little hands.
Thor then realized that there was nothing standing between the baby and the cold. Nothing covered it's shivering little body. "A boy, are you?" Thor mumbled to himself. "I'll be needing to call you something.." He thought to himself for a moment. "Loki." he said finally. "It's a fine name.. even if it's only a temporary one until I get you back to your family.. or wherever you belong."
Thor placed Loki inside of one of his old woolen mittens, so that Loki's head was poking out of the top. He sat with him by the fire, hoping to warm him up. Very slowly, the shivering stopped. The baby's face relaxed and it's sleep seemed less fretful. Thor couldn't help but smile at the now peaceful expression.
All night, Thor watched over Loki. He tried to give him water, it only took a little bit, but that was better than nothing. By the time morning came, Loki seemed to be healthier already. And slowly, the tiny creature opened it's eyes. Thor looked down in amazement. There was something so.. different about this elf. It's eyes.. they weren't golden like all of the others'. They were bright green.
Thor was speechless. There seemed to be something more behind these eyes... like a green fire? Loki reached up and placed his tiny hand, no bigger than the very tip of a pinkey, and placed it on Thor's chest. "Loki." Thor smiled. He couldn't help but feel that this little elf was meant to be found by him. Although he did not believe in such things.
AN: I hope this is better. I like to think that I'm good at taking constructive criticism. Now perish for what you said to be. Lol, just kidding. But I really hope this is better. Feel free to tell me if it's total garbage.
