HELLO, READERS! This story was inspired by 'Mine, and mine alone' by Cibbsoldlady. I messaged her beforehand, asking permission to adopt one or two of the plot bunnies. She said yes!
I am hoping this won't be a copy-and-paste story of hers. I didn't ask what she planned to do with her story in the future, because i already have a good idea of the way I would like to go. I'm aiming to make it different, but I'm only one chapter one and she's only posted four chapters so far. Not really sure how close they will be in the future; So, If anyone starts to see it follows a little to closely, please let me know!
On to the story!
Loki learns the truth of his parentage, and a fair bit more, but he decides to go about things a different way. He's tired of Odin's constant favoritism, Thor's relentless bullying, and Frigga's deafening silence. He leaves Asgaurd for good, taking his only living son with him. He takes on a new identity and starts over with a clean slate on Midgard. But what happens when a rare and beautiful white witch catches his eye? What will happen to them when the truth, his past, and his brother catches up with them?
Chapter one; The cracking of a frozen heart
Loki wanted to go straight to the casket of ancient winters, and grasp it. He wanted to know if he was, in truth, an ice giant. Like they ones they had fought and killed hours ago.
He knew very well what he had seen with his own eyes. His arm had turned blue when the Jotun warrior gripped him. This terrified him more then he could say, and doubt now filled his head. Was he a monster's child?... Is that way Odin never cared for him like he did Thor? And why he felt so out of place? Why everyone shunted him off to the side from the beginning?
On the other hand, he also remembered what legends said about his grandmother... Or Odin's mother, as the case may be... That she was a frost giantess herself. A frost maiden like no other.
He could only assume; and conjecture at a time like this could only be dangerous.
It was then that he realized all that grabbing the casket would do is confirm what he already knew... He had ice giant blood in him. He had always taken more after his mother. So could this be a case of his Grandmother's blood showing through as well? Or was he, somehow, more of a frost giant? That was what he wanted to know. No, scratch that, HAD to know.
He needed answers. Honest answers. He had to get to the truth of the matter, or it would drive him mad.
Soon when he came to the corridor were he could turn left into the artifact vault; or turn right toward his study... He turned right.
He knew the spell he needed to use. Some paper, plants, sigils, a few drops of blood, and a few words. Then he would know for sure.
His study was, of course, unoccupied when he arrived. Vials, bottles, papers. Magic candles, bowls and cauldrons; all placed with care on shelves. One or more of anything and everything you could ever need to preform magic, all right here.
A large tapestry with Norse runes covered one wall. A second tapestry with the tree of life hung on the opposite wall. And the largest tapestry of them all, one with enough symbols and sigils on it make your head spin, covered the long wall in the back. Sif would scoff and declare they were for 'Dramatic Effect only". The truth was, Loki had them made as a sort of reference chart. When he needed to remember what ruin went with what, or what a certain sigil did; he could look to the tapestries. If he couldn't recall by memory or sight, it's placement among it's peers would be enough for him to figure it out.
But he wasn't here to use that... Loki started grabbing items from his shelves, and went about the task at hand.
Two candles were lit on both sides of his desk. One piece of parchment; clean and unwritten on was laid out in the middle. Herbs were all around it in a neat circle. He almost grabbed his Athame dagger to cut his finger or hand with; but he stopped himself. Athame should only be used during rituals. They should never cut anything in the physical realm. If they did, many believed they lost there power and purpose. He'd never tempted fate with that before; he'd hate to start now.
He walked over and took one of his many gold and green daggers from off a high shelf, and used that instead. A quick slice at the end of his left pointer finger, and three drops of blood dropped on the parchment. He was ready. He held his right hand over the parchment and the three drops.
"Avslør min sanne avstand; Mitt sanne blod..."
(Reveal my true linage; my true blood.)
The parchment immediately started to glow, words appearing out of thin air.
Loki gripped the paper tightly in his hands, and started reading it before the words had fully formed. his knuckles white, his eyes alert, and his heart beating erratically in his chest.
Father; King Laufey of Juton. (Alive; Currently in Juton)
Mother; Queen Farbauti of Juton. (Deceased; Illness)
Loki's heart stopped in his chest. His mind started spinning out of control.
Lies. His entire life was a lie. Everything he was taught to stand for. Everything he was raised to believe in. Every promise Odin ever made to him...
All of it. Every little bit of it. LIES.
No wonder he grew to become the God of lies; he had been swaddled in them since birth.
He growled as he balled the test up, and was about to toss the parchment in a fit of anger... when he noticed it was still writing...
Out of curiosity or morbid fascination (who knows?) he decided to open the paper back up and read the rest of what it had to tell him.
Son by Svadilfari of Juton; Sleipnir. (Enslaved; Currently in Asgaurd)
Son by Angorba of Juton; Fenrir. (Deceased; Infection)
Son by Angorba of Juton; Jormunganr. (Deceased; Drowned)
Daughter by Angorba of Juton; Queen Hela of Helheim. (Alive; Currently in Helheim)
Son by wife Sigyn of Asgaurd; Vali. (Deceased; Murdered)
Son by wife Sigyn of Asgaurd; Narfi. (Deceased; Murdered)
Daughter by wife Sigyn of Asgaurd; Nari (Deceased; Died in womb with mother.)
Blinding greif and a panic attack hit him before he even finished reading the last line.
His children, All of his children save one daughter and one son, were dead. He had never been told. Had no clue they were gone until now. He didn't know that Sigyn was pregnant when she pasted, ether. Neither of them knew, or she would have told him.
Later, he would be glad that he shut and locked the door before casting the spell... That no one saw him collapse to the ground. No one heard him scream and cry in grief.
That no one saw him as he broke.
