Disclaimer: I do not own Thor.
Notes: This is a companion story to Completely Enough. You don't need to have read the first story to follow this one.
Paint on the Walls
Prologue
Sven had a small scar on his arm. A token from an adventure in his childhood—at least that's how he thought of it. Loki would never tell his son that, even at fifteen, he was still considered a child.
Still, the Darcy look alike took courage from the mark he had obtained when he was younger. Sven, with all his curls and grins, looked at the scar, looked at the wide doors in front of him, and made a decision. One that his father would hate, but would have done the same in his position.
Sven placed his hands on the wooden engraved doors, closed his eyes, and concentrated on slowing his heart. A bird chirruped somewhere and the half-ling was acutely aware of all the little things he was leaving behind. Light splashing across the tiles. Hearing his sister's giggling laughs. The smiles his father gave when he thought no one was looking. His mother's warm arms. His cat's purring. The sensation of wood grain digging into his palms, even now, as he was alive and breathing.
He opened his eyes and used his young muscles to push the doors open.