Title: Mischief in my Blood
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Adventure/Drama/X-over
Rating: K+ to T-ish
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Summary: Evie was always told she had Mischief in her blood. She wasn't the only one. But in the universe there is one name truly synonymous with Mischief. Looks like Evie was more of a Princess than Audrey ever expected...
"Thrice upon three times, there were three different women who met a handsome and silver-tongued Prince that was far more than they ever expected. Or more accurately there was one woman each time in a different kingdom within the same general lands. The first was a free spirited tree nymph. The second was a regal noblewoman in a land that reminded the Prince of a place he had visited in his travels in a different Realm. The third had once been a Queen, but became an exiled prisoner as various kingdoms united into the larger meta-kingdom called the United States of Auradon.
And while the handsome and silver-tongued Prince never let himself fall completely in love with each of the women, he did care for them each in his own way. In time, each woman bore him a beautiful daughter that he loved with all his heart. And each time that heart broke a little more as the birth signaled that he must leave his chosen paramour for fear his fearsome Father would discover the child. For already his father had stolen away each of his first four children born to him in his home Realm, exiling three to dismal fates while keeping the eldest as a mere servant. The Handsome Prince could not bear to let this happen again and so he left this Realm after each birth, coming back years later to check on his progeny.
Of course the Handsome Prince was a naturally curious man and would explore other parts of land after he sought out each of his progeny, which is how he came to have some many.
His first lover, the tree nymph, was a flighty creature unconcerned with romantic attachments beyond the physical lovers' act as many of her kind were. When the Prince told her he had to leave to protect their child, she gave him nary more than a passing thought beyond a vague sense of sadness for him, for she could see he did not want to leave their child behind.
The first daughter, the child of a tree nymph, lived in a wonderful place called the Moors just as her mother had. She was born with beautiful wings and came to be known as a powerful Faerie. She had inherited a great deal of her father's magick and shape-shifting abilities, for the Handsome Prince was not only a Prince, but a skilled sorcerer as well. Although the child was somewhat rebellious and known to have quite the mean streak, her father loved her very much. She had made a kingdom for herself in the Moors and was more than strong enough to defend it, so he knew she was in good hands... her own.
Once he knew his daughter was safe and relatively happy he traveled a bit to explore the lands and escape the pressures of his own Kingdom, just as he had when he had come here originally and met the tree nymph. He happened upon a land called Arendelle, hidden among the fearsome fjords to the far north, where he met the noblewoman. They courted for a time and though it was considered a scandal that they were never wed, the noblewoman bore him a beautiful daughter. And although the second daughter had not inherited her father's magick the way her elder half-sister had before her, she did inherit his silver-tongued charm. It was with that charm that she managed to court and eventually marry the King of Arendelle, bearing him two beautiful daughters. Unfortunately for the Prince, his second child faced great tragedy as she and her husband were lost at sea during a diplomatic trip.
The third time the Prince had come to the land was a few years after the formation of Auradon. He first discovered the death of his second daughter and was distraught, although the sight of his granddaughters comforted him a bit. His eldest granddaughter had become a strong and independent Queen known for her ice magick. His youngest was a happy Princess courting a strong and honorable young man raised by a tribe of stone trolls.
But his dismay returned tenfold when he discovered that his eldest daughter in the Realm had been accused of many crimes by the people of Auradon and had been exiled, along with the others that were considered 'villainous,' here to the Isle of the Lost. Trapped under a barrier that bound her magick and left her vulnerable. Although her great strength and cunning still allowed the Faerie daughter to take control of the Isle and bring some order the chaos that had once existed here.
And while the barrier was powerful, it was not nearly strong enough to keep the Handsome Prince from checking in on his daughter. He took the form of another of the poor wretches tossed here and hid in the shadows to learn what had become of his child. He was immensely proud to discover she had formed a kingdom of her own, even in her exile.
As he was here he discovered the beautiful exiled Queen, who started as a rival but quickly became and adviser and ally to his daughter. They were unsure of each other at first, for the Queen had been married once before and still missed her deceased husband, and the Prince was not sure he could bear the sorrow of losing another lover and child just to hide them from his father.
But the Queen came to appreciate the Prince as she got to know him, and in time decided she would have him. For who else by a powerful Prince and sorcerer could be a proper mate to a Queen and witch? In time the Queen chose to use all of her seductive wiles, which were much better than those of her wretched step-daughter from her first marriage no matter that the Magic Mirror had to say, and claimed the Prince for her own. They began a torrid affair full of passion and...ehem, well. I'll tell you more about that part of the story when you're a little older.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, they came together physically, and in time the Prince came to entrust his secrets to the Queen, just as he had with his two lovers in the Realm before her. You see he was not just a Prince and a sorcerer. He was Loki Odinson himself, God of Mischief and Fire, second Prince to the throne of Asgard. Loki Scar-Lip. Loki Sky-Walker. Loki Silver Tongue.
And in time, as tended to happen, Loki fathered a daughter with the beautiful Queen. And in learning that he was faced once more with the bitter truth that he must leave to protect her from the attention of Odin Allfather, just as he had for his previous two daughters before her. He felt great sorrow, but also a bittersweet joy, for a few of months before the Queen and Loki conceived he learned that his eldest daughter in the land, the mighty Maleficent, was also with child. He would not only be a father again but a grandfather as well. And although he would not be here much beyond their births he was still there to hold each of them and claim them as his kin.
So it was that each of the girls was born and Loki, still distraught over the fates of his children and grandchildren, offered to sneak them all past the barrier to Arendelle, who had refused to join the United States of Auradon in silent solidarity for the Snow Queen's exiled Aunt, and would offer them asylum so long as they promised no retaliation that would endanger the Snow Queen's kingdom. But Maleficent and the beautiful Queen refused, knowing themselves well enough to accept that they could not deny their need for revenge, and unwilling to place Loki's eldest granddaughters in danger by getting them caught up in the middle of a war that was not their own.
And thus Loki left with a heavy heart, understanding the decision each of them made and respecting them enough to allow them to make it. After all he himself left each of them to protect them from the Allfather. How could he deny them the right to make similar sacrifices to protect one another?
And that, my dear Evie, is the story of your father," Queen Grimhilde concluded with an indulgent nod as her eight-year old daughter began to nod off to sleep.
"Mommy, does this mean I'm Maleficent's sister?" little Evie asked as she fought her heavy eyelids.
"It does, my little Poisoned Apple. Although Maleficent is not one to care overly for such attachments publicly. The Fae has odd ways of looking at things like family. Although you are both half Aesir she would have a hard time accepting you as a sister because you are mortal," the Evil Queen explained.
"So I'm Mal's aunt?" Evie pressed as she fought to stay awake.
Grimhilde looked bemused as she replied, "Her much prettier Aunt that is a whole three months younger than her."
"Mal doesn't care about pretty. Just being strong," Evie replied sleepily.
"She gets that from her mother. And your father," Grimhilde replied sardonically.
"I like that Mal is family. You can only trust family," Evie muttered as sleep began to claim her.
"You will always be family, my dear. Nothing will take that away from you," Grimhilde swore.
"Good," Evie muttered back before losing her battle with exhaustion and falling fully asleep.
"Sweet dreams, my little one," Grimhilde whispered before getting up and exiting the room, carefully closing the door behind her.
She was halfway turned around when a voice commented, "You decided to tell her that as a bedtime story?"
"She's old enough to understand why it would be dangerous to talk about it and the sleeping potion I cooked up made sure she won't stay up half the night asking annoying questions. Little Mal may have inherited more of her grandfather's cunning, but Evie certainly has his intelligence and thirst for knowledge. Besides, you know she won't pester you about being her elder sister, Maleficent," Grimhilde noted.
"Good. It would put her in far more danger to be known to have blood ties to me and she is not nearly the fighter that her niece is," Maleficent commented with a glance toward the closed door.
Grimhilde nodded in agreement before she asked, "Was there something you needed or did you just want to visit your father's cute young mistress?"
Maleficent rolled her eyes as she muttered, "You humans and your attachments. I hope Mal doesn't inherit that from Father. He always seemed like he shared that trait with the rest of you despite his immortality."
"There are worse things to emulate. I was fairly happy until my husband's death and I had to raise that brat from his first marriage. Not to mention her association with those... Dwarves," Grimhilde snarled.
"It seems those connected to Loki are destined to run afoul of those creatures. Consider yourself lucky they did not try to chop off your head or sew your lips shut," Maleficent advised.
"Forcing me off a cliff and leaving me for dead was enough for them," the Evil Queen replied with disgust.
"Too true," Maleficent agreed. "Ah but I'm burying the lead. Come, we need to discuss Evie's upcoming birthday party. I had a delightfully wicked idea for you to refuse to invite Mal alone so she could get a taste of rejection and revenge."
"That's won't work. Now that Evie knows Mal is family that will only strengthen the connection between them. She would rather not have the party than not invite Mal. You know how all of Loki's get become in regard to family. Queen Elsa and Princess Anna were ready to go to war for our sake and we're dedicated villains," Grimhilde noted with a shake of her head.
"Point taken. Evie would probably admit it wasn't her choice within a day at most," Maleficent conceded.
"It's not bad for the girls to have someone to actually rely on, anyway. Jafar's boy and Cruella's son are already becoming quite the little gang beside them with Mal in the lead and Evie as her second. Not unlike how I assist you and their parents help us manage things there. It never hurts to have reliable allies. If I could have actually trusted that stupid huntsman think of where I would be," Grimhilde noted.
"Still here most likely. You can't honestly believe you could have played by Auradon's rules?" Maleficent replied.
"Hardly," Grimhilde accepted. "But I could have refused to join the way Arendelle did."
"Snow White's kingdom is in the middle of their territory. They only accepted Elsa's rejection because she was so far from their borders," Maleficent argued.
Grimhilde grimaced in agreement before she waved it off and said, "It's all water in the moat now, either way. I'm here until we figure out a way off this rock. For now I'll concentrate on keeping the commoners in line and raising my daughter.
"We'll have our revenge someday, EQ. I swear it," Maleficent replied, using her personal nickname for the Evil Queen.
"I know. Is there anything else we should discuss before I retire? I need my beauty rest, you know," Grimhilde asked.
"Nothing major. That idiot Gaston is trying to start another rebellion because he hates that three fourths of the people running the island happen to be female and are not interested in his very limited charms. Jafar already knows where to send the goons to squash it and make the muscle-bound simpleton remember his place," Maleficent informed her.
Grimhilde sighed. That misogynistic fool was quickly becoming more trouble than he was worth. It might be time to let him know that if this happened again they would forgo the usual punishments and adopt the system of punishment favored by the Queen of Hearts. It was rather hard to sew political discord without your head, after all. "Does he have any idea that you could crush him like a bug if he ever challenged you directly?"" she asked.
"Apparently not. Although part of me would love to see him try," Maleficent said with savage glee.
"Well all men must die," Grimhilde noted with an equally sinister grin.
There was a twinkle in Maleficent's eye as she replied, "Well said, EQ. Well said. And now I'll leave you to your rest. I suppose Mal will be attending the party after all."
"Thank you for your consideration, my Lady," Grimhilde returned with a courtly curtsy as she watched Maleficent seem to fade into the shadows before vanishing completely. It was a good reminder that not even the barrier bound her powers completely. Oh she couldn't escape, yet. But little things like making her eyes glow or bending the odd shadow was still available to the Mistress of All Evil. It was just another reason why Maleficent was the undisputed ruler of the Isle.
As Grimhilde made her way through her home to prepare for bed, barely acknowledging the guards Maleficent provided for her and Evie placed throughout the place, she wondered if Evie would ever develop a similar resistance to the barrier because of her Father's blood? She certainly hoped so. There was nothing Grimhilde wanted more than for Evie to get off this Isle and find a Handsome Price of her own to make her happy. And if that included a castle with a mother-in-law wing with lots and lots of mirrors, so much the better.
And if anyone asked, she wanted those mirrors solely to admire her own beauty and not because Loki occasionally chose to step through one when he visited her. That was her story and she was sticking to it.
Author's Note: First off, yes I know this should go into the crossover section, but I honestly think it would get more traffic here and what good is a fic that isn't being read? If people insist on it I may move it later but for now it stays in the main Descendants section.
For a frame of reference, this is all taking place before Thor 1 in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (with some comic and mythological elements added for flavor). The basic gist is that Loki has been escaping to what will become Auradon to get away from the general scorn and problems he has faced from everyone but Thor and Frigga in Asgard for decades. Unfortunately for him he keeps having trysts that leave him with a kid and he runs to protect them from suffering fates like Hela, Jormungandr, Fenrir, and Sleipnir. Eventually curiosity gets the better of him and he'll pop in to see one of his kids only to end up meeting and falling for another woman and starting the process all over again.
The main part of the fic set in and after Descendants will take place after Thor the Dark World. That means neither Loki nor Elsa know her ice powers came from her being part Jotunn when she developed them. He just assumed she had a natural affinity for ice magick and left it at that. He connected the dots after learning his own heritage, of course, but that's a moot point right now.
Finally, as always, reviews are the coin of the Realm and are happily accepted. Please feel free to send any questions, suggestions, or ideas you might have in regards to the fic to me in a comment or PM.
PS: I won't say this story is canon to Deeper Descent. I consider it a different universe. How similar those universes are to each other in the greater multi-verse I leave up to my readers for speculation. :P