I have forgotten, since it's been soooo long since I've written… but… hmmm… oh, lemme find it *starts erasing* *unerases disclaimer* DISCLAIMER: Anyone who is fool enough to think I created Norse mythology or the glory that is Sephiroth is insane, and deserves to be horrendously pitied. Or Marvel-verse, for that matter. Or… whatever other verse that the eventual other parent gets pulled in from, and how about ….

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"Jenova," Loki decided. "I'll name you Jenova."

The baby gurgled happily up at him – and shifted. Loki's eyes went wide. "Oh no!" He had to hide the child before Odin found out he had birthed another monster and exiled her. Him. But where? Where could the Allfather not find his babe? Where would his child be safe – and he still able to raise her?

His magic rose up around them both, freezing them both into female forms and ensuring that Heimdell would not see them. Loki sobbed once, but he had no time to cry for his daughter's eventual fate if he could not get moving. It was far, far too soon after the birth, even with his healing magic, but he had no choice. They could not stay in Asgard, and he should not have returned to begin with.

He stood unsteadily, his daughter clutched tightly to him, and tore open the hidden paths. He slipped through, unsteady and far too weak to direct them properly. They warped through time as well as space, though he did not realize it, and came to rest in a much-changed Midgard.

It was not a good change, and Loki ripped the pathways open once more. His child would not be safe in this war-torn place. He lost track of how many times he opened the paths, how many realms he stumbled in and out of, how many different times he inadvertently found himself fleeing in his attempt to find a safe place for his daughter.

He could not return her to their time. Odin would find her, hurt her, bind her, exile her. He could not take her to her father's time, either. It had to be a time… a time after Ragnarok, and in a safe realm. Midgard. Midgard. He would take her there, she would be safe there. Odin had little use for the humans now. Even if he could not find a time after Ragnarok, perhaps he could find a time when it was peaceful and Odin was uncaring of human affairs.

Yet each Midgard he found was warring, and unsafe, or he could feel his father's close involvement with the humans of the time. He expanded his search once more. Loki was utterly exhausted when he finally entered a realm – he no longer knew which one – that was tranquil. He could hear no sounds of war, could sense no indication of his father. He collapsed, curling around his daughter, and released the magic that held her form in check. He remained female so that he could feed her.

Loki woke to a soft bed and a light blanket in a sunlit room in shades of soft green, and the sounds of his babe's hungry fussing. He tended to her first, changing the dirtied diaper with the clean ones left for him, and observing the room more closely as he fed her.

It was an odd room, with curving walls that resembled those of a shell, and round windows that displayed only the fact that he was near a forest. He was fairly certain he had last been in the middle of a meadow, but he had not been paying all that much attention to his surroundings.

"Ah, you are awake." His eyes shot to the speaker. "I am Tayla. I have brought you a meal."

He watched as the young woman walked gracefully to the small table beside the chair, and unloaded the tray she had brought. "We know not if you are one who will not eat of animals," she said softly, "so it was decided that you would be offered fruits, vegetables, and grains."

"I eat meat," Loki replied, "and I would like some milk if it is available."

She nodded. "I will bring milk and cheese. You are not of the Cetra."

"The what?"

"Our people are called the Cetra."

Loki blinked. "My people are the Æsir of Asgard," he said after a moment. "I do not know the Cetra."

She gave him a long, level look. "Nor I the Æsir. It is of no concern. If we are unknown, we are not enemies."

"Is… is there war here?" Loki asked wearily. "I am so tired of trying to find a safe place for my child."

"We are not at war. I will bring your milk."

Loki sighed, looking down at his little one. Her skin was the palest of blue, her wings and hair silver. Odd little protrusions he could not identify knobbed her skin. She had his eyes, though, a brilliant, glittering green, and his facial structure. The tiny girl – who chose to morph to her male form – looked nothing like his father.

Tayla had said nothing of the child's appearance, and Loki was not sure if that was a good thing, or a bad one. Loki sighed heavily. He would stay as long as he could, as long as he could avoid the Allfather. And then he would have to leave to protect Jenova, to keep her safe from her grandfather by doing something utterly outrageous to draw his father's attention to him.

He had time, at the moment. Loki relaxed into the seat, and teased a radish from the plate. He would find a way to keep Heimdell's all-seeing eyes from his child, to keep his father's attention on him rather than the reason he had vanished, find someone he could trust to raise his little one when he had no choice but to return to his proper time and place, and come up with a reason why he had returned without the child his lover had been eagerly anticipating.

Loki sighed, and shifted the sleeping child to the cradle. His lover was not going to be happy with him.

Jewel glared at the bunny. "Happy? There's the first chapter. AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHO DADDY IS!"