First thing's first. I wanted to clarify a couple things first. Literal translation of The Frer and the Crax is The Frost and the Little Bird. I choose this because Loki is a frost giant and Damian is Robin. Robins are little birds. It's little bird for a different reason as well but that's for a later chapter. As for ages in this chapter, Damian and Loki are from two different universes. These two universes don't always line up when it comes to time progression. Also, Asgardians age slow so there you guys go. That is why Loki aged the way he did.

Crax: Little bird

Frer: Frost


The first time they met Loki was 11. He had been sitting in the Asgardian palace library reading about different magic. He came across one spell and tried it just for fun. That's how he ended up with a boy looking at him. Out of nowhere Loki had appeared in some sort of war zone. He looked around a bit from where he stood then met gazes with a boy that had beautiful blue eyes. This boy was obviously fighting in this battle. Loki felt like he needed to help. So with a wink and a mischievous grin he used his limited and in training magic to turn the enemies into guinea pigs. He wanted to say something to the boy but all of a sudden he was back in the library with his mother kneeling by him.

"Loki, are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Loki said a bit confused.

Frigga sighed in relief and hugged Loki.


The second time they met Loki was 15. He had figured out how to get back to the universe where he had met the boy and get back to Asgard. He hid in his room before preforming the spell.

Loki appeared in the middle of a hallway in some sort of Midgardian building that looked like it had been made for royalty. He spotted a short figure with black hair go towards a balcony and followed. As he followed he heard some woman call out for Damian. Damian… that must be the boy's name. It was certainly pretty.

He stood on the balcony behind Damian and smiled for a second when Damian turned around

"Who are you?" Damian questioned.

"It doesn't matter who I am Damian," Loki said.

"How do you know my name?" Damian was confused.

"Oh, a woman said it. I assumed she was looking for you," Loki answered nonchalantly going to stand behind Damian.

As if he had known a woman came onto the balcony but Loki had already disappeared and returned to Asgard before she could see him.


Loki was 17 when he visited Damian. Or at least he had meant to. When he appeared in a room, somewhere different from the building they had been in last time, the room was empty. The curtains were drawn shut and a light dust had settled over many of the surfaces. The bed was made and looked like it hadn't been used in a month. There was hardly anything in the room. If Loki hadn't noticed the closet then he would've thought no one ever used this room. When he opened the closet there was a uniform of some sort. With its reds and greens and yellows and black. There was a piece of paper sticking out of one of the green boots on the floor. 'Spare uniform. Property of Damian Wayne. Hands off Drake' Loki breathed in relief. So Damian lived here, in this room. He must've been away though and that was why there was dust in the room. So Loki sat on the bed and waited. He waited for at least four hours but he wasn't keeping track of time. Finally, Loki got bored so he decided to go explore outside. He appeared outside of Damian's window and looked around to see what to check out first. That's when a tomb stone caught his attention. He walked towards it. He didn't know why he was drawn to it but he was. The tomb stone was surrounded by flowers of many different types and colors. He read the inscription on the tomb stone carefully.

Damian Wayne

The bird that never lost his wings

Loki's eyes widened then he fell to his knees, tears filling his eyes. He had been too late. He had been foolish and had not kept close to his one friend. He had made a mistake. It felt like his heart was breaking and he realized why. He had come to develop strong feelings for Damian, and now he had lost Damian.

Before returning to Asgard Loki set a gold necklace with a blue gem on Damian's desk. The gem was enchanted to provide comforting warmth whenever the user cried.

When he returned to Asgard everyone who saw Loki with tear stained cheeks knew better than to ask why Loki had been crying


The third time they met Loki was 48. By all rights he was a teen in Asgardian years. He had never forgotten Damian, his crax. But ever since he had last visited 31 years ago he had thought Damian was dead. Then one day he was reading some old magic books when he felt something familiar. It was Damian. Instantly he left Asgard and went to Damian.

He found Damian in his uniform on a rafter in a warehouse. Here he was a teenager while Damian looked like he had only just hit his teen years. Of course his crax was still shorter than him.

"I'm sorry I let you die…" Loki spoke up from where he was sitting by Damian on the rafters. He looked at the younger boy sadly.

"How…" Damian started.

"I tried to visit you a couple years ago, I waited hours, and then I found out you had died. I was too late to save you…" Loki said.

"I'm alive now," Damian said, curious.

"Yeah. And in case you die again, I'm not going to let myself make the same mistake," Loki looked into Damian's, albeit mask covered, eyes. He had to do this now or he may never have the chance to again. He pulled Damian into a loving kiss.

When he heard commotion below he pulled away, terrified that he might be discovered and disappeared with one last look into Damian's blue eyes.


The fourth time they met Loki was 1048. 1000 years… Loki knew Damian had to be dead. 1000 years was too long for him not to be. It is important to know that Loki tried to reach Damian but he never could. Despite this he had made up his mind to never love another. It was the anniversary of the day Loki had last seen Damian that everything fell apart.

Loki always remembered that day by setting out flowers by a rock with Damian's name on it in a meadow he wished he could've shown his crax. But this particular anniversary also happened to be Thor's coronation. Frost giants attacked, Thor led him and a group of other into war against the frost giants, Thor was banished, then everything shattered. Loki learned that he was not an Asgardian. He was still the god of mischief but his heritage was all frost giant. He was broken and seeked vengeance for the lies he had been told. He killed Laufey, tried to destroy Jotunheim, fought Thor, fell into the abyss, and tried to take over Midgard. One by one he was broken beyond repair.

His punishment for trying to take over Midgard and destroy Jotunheim was living out the rest of his years in an Asgardian cell. No escape. He was alone.

One day while in his cell Thor dropped by. The god of thunder didn't say anything; he just left a box of chocolates. Loki was confused by this. Why would Thor leave him chocolates? After determining they weren't poisonous Loki ate them, glad for a change in food.

Loki would never know that Thor had kept the note that had come with the box.

A couple weeks later Loki was brought to the bifrost in chains. He raised an eyebrow, seeing Odin and Thor there, "Finally decided to get rid of me allfather?" Loki said with a smirk.

"Loki, we can no longer keep you here, nor can you be sent to any of the other nine realms. I have waited patiently and now a different universe has aligned with ours," Odin said.

"So you're throwing me away, just like Laufey left me to die," Loki said bitterly.

"I am doing this for you," Odin said.

"If that's what makes you sleep at night," Loki said.

Odin had the bifrost opened and Loki's chains removed. Thor placed a hand on Loki's shoulders

"I will miss you brother," Thor said, meaning it.

"As if. And you are not my brother," Loki said coldly before stepping into the bifrost.

Loki had no clue where the bifrost had dumped him. So he found an alley way and decided to just sit there till the end came.

Two weeks later and Loki was still huddled there, freezing cold. Not that he felt the cold. But it was just the onset of winter and Loki was trying not to think about the possibility of his frost giant form showing. He closed his eyes trying to sleep. Maybe this sleep would be the last one.

As he dozed off he heard faint footsteps then someone put their hand on his shoulder.

'Go ahead,' Loki thought, "Mug me, stab me, do your worst, just make it end.'

Then the person checked his pulse and that surprised him. He opened his eyes a bit and ended up looking right into gorgeous blue eyes.

Loki knew those eyes.

He knew the eyes from a boy that had now become a man.

The eyes of a soldier who strove to be better.

Blue eyes that he could get lost in.

The eyes of his crax

"Damian…"


And there you go. One long chapter full of feels. Please review, it would make my day if someone reviewed what they thought about my weird fanfiction that is a Lomian ship. Anyways, until next time.