Ice Prince
NOTES: Hello, Thor fandom! I'm taking a sojourn from the American Idiot fandom in order to write some Loki. What will follow here will be a series of short, Loki-centric fics ranging from sad to funny and anything in between. They won't go in chronological order; rather, they'll be written and posted as inspiration strikes. Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated and make me write more. Also, if anyone has any suggestions for what I should write about in a future chapter, go for it and suggest. : )
RATINGS: Will range from K to T depending on the chapter. It shouldn't get up to M, but should that happen, you shall be warned.
NOTES: Baby!Loki is too precious.
RATING: K+
CHARACTERS: Loki and vague Odin
Kiss My Eyes
Everything is loud and cold and screaming. This is all he knows. He feels everything. He understands nothing, and he is scared. He cries and screams and knows not for what or why. Nothing has ever answered before. His mother is dead. His father has left him to die. He is tiny, he is impure, and he is cold. Crying doesn't mend anything. Crying can't take away the noise, or the cold, and he's so cold. Yet all he can do is cry. A few days old, and ice and tears and war are all that he knows.
He then knows something else. He is lifted through the icy air, crying still because no one has ever shown him how to stop. Then…he is warm. He has never felt warmth until now, cupped in the strongest, gentlest hands of all nine Realms. It washes through him, it quiets his screams, and he finally knows what it is he has always cried for. It opens his little eyes, which are no longer filled with ice, but with something new. He doesn't understand what it is that he sees, but he knows that it frightens him not. For the first time in his tiny life, he smiles.