It hurt..

Pain shot through his neck as if he'd never felt before...

Pressure squeezing on his windpipe from cold, metallic fingers despite the fingerless glove. It was cold, but he couldn't rip the hand from him.

Glazed eyes looked into the green, fearful eyes of Vali.

"Bucky" Even the name caused his throat to hurt more as the man before him squeezed harder. He couldn't beg him, couldn't convince him that this was not him. That this was not the thing he was meant to be.

He was released and Vali fell to his knees, gasping and coughing out spit. Air reaching his lungs. But pain came again as the Soldier grabs the back of his neck, feeling his muscles get squeezed. It hurt and yet he refused to let his own monster take over. He can't do it, he wouldn't.

The Soldier found his spine. And he started to crack it, making the other scream in his bionic hands. He didn't hesitate. This was just another mission. He was wiped and had no memory of what they've been through.
"Bucky.. James.. If this is really you! If you are really just their weapon..Than no one can help you-"

SNAP!

It wasn't always like this. With the man he had trusted at his throat. Breaking his neck and his faith in him.
But perhaps, this was Vali's fate. Another tragedy. Another betrayal. Another death. But this time, it was finally his. And he may finally be able to apologize to his brother.

But maybe this is to far ahead to know what led him upon this path that would wind up being his downfall.
His path was once seen as beautiful and great. By proud parents, and a little brother that looked up to him like he was the next Thor.

Yet no one ever bothered to tell them of the brothers terrible fate.
Either no one knew... or no one cared..
This is the tale of Vali Lokason. The Cursed Wolf.

A cry filled the night and disturbed the peace. Perhaps the second cry after a few hours or more apart.

Sigyn's second baby was coming.

Loki waited outside, holding a bundle of wolf skin. Wrapped in the skin revealed it's little face and eyes opening for the first time. A green within the little eyes that squint in the light of the fire on torches that lit up the halls. A baby boy, and a twin at that.

He cried at times but for the most part, he remained silent as Loki touched the dark hair that showed some atop the newborn's little red head.

Loki had only expected one baby, as well as his wife. Yet the nurses had said there was one more on the way. It wasn't uncommon that there was a sudden twin. But he was amused. Already tricking the Trickster.

Sigyn's cry was heard again as she breathed in and out, pushing until she heard the cries of her second baby and the relief that came with the completion of the birth.

She had often thought during all this of her old beloved Theoric. She had at times feared that her baby (that had become twins) were his. But now she knew they were Loki's. The eyes proved them to be.

She had been tricked into marrying Loki, yet she remained loyal no matter what and bore him two sons. This one had inheritated her blond hair it seems. She had seen it as the nurses cleaned the baby. "Another boy, very healthy. You've done well, m'lady" A young nurse had said as she dried the boy, who was crying for attention and at the brightness of the world he had entered into.

The baby was wrapped snuggly in another fur and given to Sigyn. She had heard some say that Loki was free to come in. And seeing him enter, she could never be so happy as he gives the first twin to her. She held them both, smiling at them. "Beautiful.." She whispers.

Loki nods his head. His own heart fluttered in happiness. He, himself was a tad worried about his three other children about this. Hela would perhaps be envious. But Fenris and Jormungand may want to meet the new additions to the family. Even though they were seen as but monsters, he was sure they'd be thrilled.

He looks down at the babies. Twin boys. Beautiful, and so small. He wondered if he was this small when he was born. They lacked the markings he had feared they'd inherite. They had no Jotun markings that would strike fear or hate. No. Just normal.. Well, aside from them being the Trickster's Sons.

"Narvi.." Sigyn whispered. "The youngest shall be named Narvi.."

"Narvi.. What a beautiful name. He has your grace, I can tell."

"What should the eldest's name be, my love?"

"You wish for me to.." Her nod made his question trail off. She wanted him to choose a name. He looks upon the little green eyes that shown in the light and the little cry of protest as the baby tried to hide his little face from the light. "Ha ha. Vali. Vali is his name." He couldn't know for sure, but he could've sworn that Vali nodded as if agreeing to the name.

"Vali? Yes, yes, my love. That's a strong name. They will make you proud I hope"

"They already have, as well as you.. My beautiful Sigyn" He kisses her gently on her nose. "I will take them. You need to get some rest."

He gently picked up the babies and took them out, leaving his wife to sleep and heal.

There was some uncertainty amongst some Asgardians. Children of Mischief, but also of Loyalty. Just normal uncertain talk. At least these didn't come out as monsters.

Loki sat them down in a crib that was warm to the touch and had furs for them. Their eyes and hair were different. While Vali had more of his father's features, Narvi had his mother's features.

He used some magic to fill up some bottles and helped each of them suck on the milk. They calmed down.

Inside Loki's castle. It was dark with a few candle lights on here and there. Books and symbols on the tables, floors and on paper. Magic.

After the milk, the twins finally slept. And Loki finally could sit down on the large bed, watching and making sure they slept. He lets his hand glow and a small portal appears before two more open.

Three beings, one looking more human-like showed in the portal, shadowed but in different places.

"Hela, Jormungand, Fenris. You have two new little brothers"

"Half-brothers since mom is with me.." Hela said, coldness being an understatement in her tone.

Fenrir stretched and sat down. "Congratulations father."

Jormungand said nothing but his eyes did gleam even though the ocean water blurred him.

"I just wish you all to know. Hela, you're welcome to see them under the promise you won't try to predict their death days.."

He made the portals disappear and grumbles. She took this all so well.

Amora, on the other hand was beyond jealous of Sigyn and the little runt children. But knew full well she had no say and could do nothing.