Loki bounded up to his father, grabbing his thumb in one little blue hand. Laufey looked down, slightly confused as to what was grabbing him, then smiled. "What are you doing back so early, little prince?"
"It was boring!" Loki drawled, his voice emphasising his dislike for his previous activities.
"Controlling your magick is not boring, Loki," Laufey replied sternly, stopping and crouching in front of his son. "What if you are stuck between two Joutuns, and you can-not fight them off?"
"Father, do not be silly! No Joutun in his right mind would harm me! I'm the prince, the heir to the throne!" Loki puffed out his chest to seem bigger than he actually was. "I am the prince of the Frost Giants!"
"Yes, you are the prince. But I still say some may come after you. And if they did, would you be able to retaliate?"
"Of course I would! I'm the strongest in our tribe, magick-wise, you know that!"
Laufey sighed. Clearly, nothing was going through his son's head. Usually Loki wasn't so thick-headed and silly, he was calmer and much more collected. He suspected it had to do with the day...
"...Ather. Father. Father!" Loki snapped up at Laufey, dragging him out of his reverie.
"What is it?"
"What are we going to do today? Are we going to invade Asgard, or steal back the casket, or bot-"
"Silence," Laufey hissed, his eyes narrowing. Loki stepped back, suddenly very afraid. He clutched at his two, long braids, something he did when he was truly scared. "We do not speak of invading Asgard here. We have a truce, and, so long as they intend to keep their end, We shall keep our end as well."
"But father! That mean Odin stole our casket! This truce feels pretty one-sided to me..." Loki crossed his arms, orange-and-red eyes meeting his father's. "I think we should at least try and-"
"Enough of this. Come now, my prince. We must get you ready for the celebration. After all, on the day of your birth, you must look better than every one else." Laufey straightened and walked his son to what would have been the throne room, then to the left to his son's quarters.
"Father, what if you are right?" The Joutun child asked after a while. He was already wearing his sacred cloth, followed by a long, fluffy strip of white fur that went from his shoulder to the middle of his chest. On his small horns were gold braces, as well as on his arms and what clasped his -now single- braid. A golden headpiece was fitted onto his forehead, the main piece, which had a deep blue crystal embedded in it, perfectly centred on his forehead markings. Two large, gold hoops hung from his earlobes, and two smaller ones were placed at the tips of his ears.
"There are many things I am righ about, Loki. Which one are you speaking of?" Laufey pulled on two necklaces, each one gold and embroidered in a blue lining.
"If there were two of the tribe members who were to attack me. What if that happens today, and I can't control my powers?"
"Then I," the king of Joutunheim bent down, kissing his son's forehead. "will be there to shield you from any harm. Now let us go. Can you not hear the others await our approach?"
In the distance, Loki could hear a chanting. He smiled, then grabbed his father's hand again.
In mortal years, he would have been nine. Too young to realise that he was never ment to live. Too old to realise he was different. For in the middle of a group of other frost giants his age, ranging from five to six feet, he stood, alone, Barely hitting the four foot mark.
He was different, he knew. But that shouldn't have mattered, for he was the crown prince. Nothing should have mattered.
But it did.
Hi~~ So I recently saw a picture of Loki and Laufey together, as kid Loki and as Grown Loki and I just.. Thought that the chemistry was great between them and that an AU where Laufey is actually a good father was just needed.
This is my first time with this ship, so be gentle with me! Mwaah~~