It's needless to say that I 'am indeed…..Loki'd. I first found myself drawn in by the mischievous trickster in January (wow 6th months already?!), and I've been hooked sense.
It's clear that Loki does genuinely care about those he loves so I decided to write a shory about Loki, and his colt Sleipnir. It's written in the likeness of Tom Hiddleston (bless him) as Loki in the Avengers/Dark World. There will be multiple chapters, and reviews are greatly welcomed! Thank you in advanced.
Trickster
Chapter One: The Forest
A dense fog creeped across the forest floor. Loki shivered as a drop of dew landed upon his exposed back. Suddenly he felt a velvety soft nose nuzzling the crook of his neck. He opened his brilliantly blue eyes to see his unusual, but blessed, son Sleipnir laying besides him. Upon seeing is guardian awake the colt gave a gentle nicker, and nuzzled Loki again. "My dear boy," Loki said while laying a hand upon the colt's cheek. Sleipnir sighed at the touch of his mother. There they laid curled up on nothing more than Loki's cape deep with in the Asgardian forest, free from condemning, prying eyes.
Silence fell upon them, neither of them moving until a vividly colored sparrow signaled the rising of the sun. Loki muttered under his breath, clearly irritated with the sparrow's relentless chirping. Sleipnir raised his head, and gave a loud snort in the sparrow's direction; his piercing blue eye's bearing down upon the petite bird. The sparrow did not need a second reprimand, and quickly flew off. A sly smile creeped across Loki's face as he ruffled the colts coal black forelock. "That's my boy." The colt pressed his head upon Loki's hand, obviously pleased with himself. "Well that fool of a bird woke us so I suppose we might as well greet the morning," he said slowly raising himself up on one elbow while playfully tugging at the young colt's forelock. Sleipnir bounded to his feet, eager to see what the day would bring. Loki sighed as he rose, his thoughts weighing heavily upon him. His unkempt, raven-black hair fell upon his bare shoulders as he stood marveling at the bizarre creation before him. What most would consider a deformity Loki saw as a blessing. The colt his eyes fell upon was like no other. He was just a mere week old but yet his coat was a dazzling metallic dark grey; his eye's an incredibly light sapphire blue, much like his mother's; his mane and tail was as black as night but yet that was not what stood out on this colt. It was his eight legs that astounded most, and it was those four extra limbs that allowed this colt to fly across the ground. Many would gawk, fearing him but Loki did not because this was not just any colt, this was his colt. The youngling he loved, and cared for but despite not fearing much he desperately feared for his future.
The colt raised his head, his eye's meeting Loki's. Admiration gleamed within them. Loki was all he knew, he was his life but little did he know how different Loki was to most foal-bearing mares. He was pale skinned, with bedraggled, raven-black hair that fell slightly past his shoulders. His furless, two-legged body was lean but well sculpted with muscle, perfect for the trickster he was. His unblemished face was smooth, and lean, with high-set cheekbones. His eyes were, needless to say, stunning. Giant pools of sapphire blue with a small hint of green… but it was the undying spark of mischievousness that would pull you in. He was in a word… striking but young Sleipnir saw him only as his loving mother. He knew not of "normal" foals with their four legged mother's, he knew not of his story before his hooves touched the ground; he knew not of his powerful, realm-controlling grandfather, and it was that undeniable fact that consumed Loki with fear. Fear of losing another one of his progeny.
Sleipnir gently bumped his nose against Loki's hand, snapping him back into reality. He knew he would eventually have to return home, and break the news to his less than accepting family but that was still some time away, and time was a precious commodity. He bent down so he was eye level with the colt. "What do you think about an early morning run?" he said with a sly smile. Sleipnir could hardly contain his excitement, and in a flash the young colt dashed into the forest as fast as his wobbly eight legs would carry him. Loki was not far behind, and slowly gaining on him but the young foal had raced before and much like his mother, had a few tricks up his sleeves. Loki himself was a great runner but keeping up with his week old son was proving to be a challenge, one he gladly accepted. He dug deep, and gritted his teeth. His sleek legs strained with each stride, his toes clenching the saturated forest floor, dirt flying, and for a second the two were stride for stride. Matching one another.
Ten legs pounded into the dirt, creating the sound of thunder. Loki glanced at his son, beaming with the satisfaction of catching up with an eight legged horse. The colt met is roguish gaze, and instinctively narrowed his eyes, flattened his ears, and smirked. He lowered his head as his powerful eight legs began to move quicker, pounding into the soil like pistons in a Lamborghini. His thickening muscles moved effortlessly under his rich, dark grey coat; his short mane whipping in the wind. Slowly he pulled away from Loki's side; each stride increasing. Loki's face appeared slightly surprised as the colt looked back upon his mother, taunting him but it was just mere seconds before Loki could only see his colt's short tail disappearing into the thickening brush.
"Sleipnir!" Loki hollered. Nothing. Loki's footsteps began to slow. "SLEIPNIR!" Still nothing. Anger overcame him. Blasted colt is too stubborn, Loki thought as he glared were he had last seen his colt. In Odin's name when will he learn?! Minutes begin to pass but Loki was unable to track down the nimble colt. Dread began to consume him as his voice filled with despair. "Sleipnir, this isn't the time for tricks! Come out now!" Silence filled the brisk air. Suddenly Loki stopped dead in his tracks, the hair on the back of his neck prickling, his heart sinking. Terror filled his eyes for he had heard a chilling sound. The sound… of a wolf's howl.