i do not own loki or the crew, i own my magical scenery!!!! well not really but still xD anyway, title may change (any suggestions?) this is a one shot for now unless you want me to continue but w/e on with the story!

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"Yamino Kun!" the child god yelled suddenly as he placed his book down on the table

"Yes Loki-sama?" he asked walking inside with a platter of tea as he placed a cup down beside the emerald eyed boy

"I thought I heard the door…" Loki mumbled taking a sip from his tea
"if you'd like I can go check…?" Yamino replied in a slightly skeptical tone, thinking his father was hearing things.
Loki shook his head "never mind Yamino-kun" the young boy bounced off his chair almost loosing his balance and falling into the bookshelf beside his desk. Yamino, out of reflex, jumped to save his father from falling.
"Loki sama I don't think you should be getting up give your current condition…" Yamino mumbled slowly afraid of his father's reaction. But Loki said nothing and walked towards the door.

"I'm perfectly fine Yamino…I'm just a little dizzy that's all. I'm going for a walk…I'll be back in a few hours" and Loki was no where in site. Walking down the stairs rather quickly he basically sprang out the door to enjoy the calm night air.

He can't say he actually blamed his son for being cautious. Earlier that day Loki had began day dreaming about his past in Asgard. A familiar name sounding from his lips both Yamino and Fenrir where taken aback by the name they had learned to cherish.
Angraboda was the omen of grief, but she was also their mother.
After Loki's dream he had a awoken with a start peering out the window every chance he had. As if he thought his wife were coming.
But he knew she wasn't. She was somewhere in Jotun heim. Maybe she had forgotten them. Or maybe Odin had killed her out of frustration for not having been able to destroy Loki.

Both of those excuses made Loki's skin crawl. And he swore to himself that if Odin so much as looked at his wife he would come up there some way or another and rip Odin to shreds, no matter what bond they had.

He began his walk to the park. Bouncing around rocks playfully, out of boredom and worry, He soon found himself leaning up against a blue metal pole that was holding up the wooden swings.
He sat down on one of them kicking his legs slowly so the wind would fly through his hair and hopefully calm him down some.

When he heard footsteps beside him…

He stopped moving and closed his eyes trying to figure out whose aura it was that was surrounding him.

"who's there?!" he said suddenly turning around, green eyes blaring in the moonlight upon the young girl beside him.
She had short blue locks of hair held together neatly by one large white ribbon and diamond like eyes.

A smile graced her features as she sat beside him on another swing. Back and forth she went letting the autumn leaves fly around her in the moonlight. She seemed almost angelic. Smiling at him like that. He couldn't help but feel warm.

But he couldn't help the question lingering on his mind.
"Who are you?" he asked, she laughed in response stopping the motion of her swing and standing up, she stood in front of his swing and clasped his hand in hers.

"W-What are you doing?!" he asked somewhat scared. Here was this strange yet oddly gorgeous girl before him. And she wouldn't say a word!

"cant you speak?" the smile faded from her face and she let go of his hand. Placing it on her neck and looking down. She shook her head slowly and closed her beautiful crystal like eyes. Loki jumped out of the swing and grabbed her hand in alarm. He didn't know why but he felt the need to comfort her.

"shhh… don't worry its ok if you can't speak! There's no need to get upset." He said, and smiled "now, what was it you wanted to show me?" the smile returned to her face and she held his hand tighter turning around and leading him out of the park towards a lake.

There was a stunning scene before him. Trees with branches forming the shape of an alter that seemed to form a type of window overlooking the lake. The light from the moon made everything shine and seem surreal to the child god who was just plainly amazed that such a beautiful thing could reside here on the tainted land of Midgard.
But he had forgotten one thing. The girl behind him, she was just as attractive as the scene before him, and it only fit that she would be there with him.

"it's beautiful…and you wanted to show this to me?" she nodded in response, that beautiful smile never leaving her face

he smiled back at her and sat down, patting the earth beside him in a motion for her to sit down. She did as she was told and began to write words in the sand

"what are you doing there?" he asked tilting his head to the side
she didn't look up but finished her writing.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Were the words she had written, he laughed and closed his eyes.
"very much yes, thank you. I needed to get my mind off things"

that's good…

"oh that's right!" Loki suddenly yelled jumping to his feet scaring the girl beside him
"I never asked you your name! My name is Loki" he said handing her his hand in a greeting

I know…

she wrote and smiled again as she began to write her own name. But she froze, Standing up suddenly, glancing around everywhere

"what's wrong!?" Loki asked his voice betraying him
she shook her head nearly on the brink of tears. Mouthing the words 'no', as she continued to look around frantically.
"What is it!!!?" Loki yelled grabbing a hold of the now sobbing girl's shoulders
or at least what used to be…
she had her eyes closed, tears falling down her cheeks as she was enveloped in a blue light.
Soon she was gone. And all that was left was the white ribbon from her hair…

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Loki awoke with a start sweat trickling down his brow as he reached for a towel from his bedside table to wipe it away. He was met with a silk like fabric he looked at it closely and noticed it was the ribbon the girl had been wearing.
But what shocked him the most however was the small sewed on letters spelling out the word
'Angraboda'