Hello My Lovelies!
These were supposed to just be silly one shots for An Orchestrated Attack, my very first posted and completed fic, but it turned into more of a prequel? (yay!) Anyway, this is the official end of Phase ONE! As soon as this is uploaded I'll begin posting the first three stories in phase TWO, and that's a very exciting thing for me to say!
Alright, here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own any of characters depicted below that you may recognize...they belong to forces high then me, and I respect them and applaud them for their beautiful creations.
"What is of so much importance that you interrupt me from my training Father?" Thor entered the throne room to find his Father, Mother and brother huddled in front of Odin's chair, his mother's eyes tellingly red. "Father? What has happened?"
Odin shook his head sadly. "The hunting party we sent out was attacked by rogue elves. Three of our men have fallen."
"Who?" Thor asked, already knowing the answer, but praying to hear something else.
"Karwin. Also,…" Odin hesitated slightly, then added, "Loretta and Jaykin."
"Both of them?" Thor took a step back in shock. He had not expected BOTH. "Why would Loretta go out so soon?" Did she care not for her infant?!
"I do not know son." Odin shook his head sadly.
"What of their child?" Thor thought of the small girl child he hadn't seen since her introduction to Society over a month ago.
"We have sent someone to fetch her." Frigga spoke up, voice shaky. Her red rimmed eyes brightened slightly as the doors to the room creaked open. "Here she is." A servant walked into the room, the small bundle of pink lying quietly in her arms.
"May I?" Thor asked, and the attendant moved forward, placing the impossibly small child into his arms. Thor looked down at the small face, sleeping softly. His heart lurched painfully. He shifted his weight, startling her awake. Her impossibly dark brown eyes, so much like Jaykins, blinked confusingly, then screwed shut as she began to cry.
"I can't" Thor said panicking.
"Here," Loki stepped forward, arms open, and Thor gratefully placed the small bundle into his brothers arms.
Loki looked down at the little girl, and as she caught his eye, she slowly stopped crying. Loki grinned. If he hadn't felt the magic in her at her Society introduction, he knew he felt it now. This child carried great power. But what was surprising was the rush of affection he felt for the small child.
It happened so quickly, he marveled.
Was this the way it was for biological parents, at the first sight of their child?
"What will we do with her?" Thor asked his father quietly.
"Well, we will need to find a new home for her, of course," Odin began, and Loki felt absolutely certain in that moment that Odin would foist the bright child onto some poor, unsuspecting couple who would only be able to afford the bare necessities. That would not be the future for this child, Loki promised himself rashly. This child would have every opportunity available. Which meant Loki had to do something rash...
"I'll take her."
Loki whispered it, so as not to startle the infant slowly falling back asleep in his arms. Nonetheless, the statement shocked everyone in the room into momentary silence.
"But" Thor tried to object, but his brother shot him a glare that silenced him immediately.
"Loki," Odin asked slowly, weighing the pros and cons in his head quickly. There were many advantages for himself... "Are you sure?"
"Positive." Loki's voice was gentle as he looked down at the child he'd just claimed, and his eyes held a softness that nobody in the room had ever seen from him before. If they had any objections before, they had none now.
"She has yet to be named," Thor spoke up. "As her father, this job now falls to you. Do you have any ideas?"
Loki gently rocked the child, his DAUGHTER, and thought for a moment. But looking down at her, he knew.
"Hadley. Hadley Adara."
Thor walked forward to stand beside his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking down at the small bundle his baby brother held so protectively. "Welcome to the family, Hadley Adara," he whispered softly.
Loki smiled gently, not noticing the looks of contentment on his parents and brothers faces. Despite the difficulties they would face, the ones that would undoubtedly come, they all knew that his was the right decision.
So this section is pulled directly from chapter three of An Orchestrated Attack. The next sections won't be; but they explain a LOT.
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