Thank you for reading. I hope that you will like the rest of the story. I asked in the last chapter if you thought I should add a note in this chapter about Eir's backstory and things so I didn't have to try and work it in to the story as exposition. As no one reviewed I do not have an answer to this question. I thought though that it couldn't hurt to do so, so here goes.

Eir is the goddess of healing and protection. That latter part is the reason for the shield that she is able to put up. I added this so that she would be able to take part in the action without having to be saved or looked after, but also not making her a warrior or anything like that. I think of her as a kind of magical combat medic. Her magic is not as powerful as Loki's. Magic is the power to alter the psychical reality with the power of your mind. With that in mind I see Loki as an illusionist and a reality wrapper. He alters physical matter. The wine into snakes stuff. Eir is not powerful enough to do that. She can move and control what is already there. So her magic is more like telekinesis. If you have seen avatar then it will also be used a little like bending. The former will come more into play later on. Her Mother is mixed race being part Alfheim, this is the reason that she is able to use magic, and part Vanaheim. The realm of those that can see the future. That is not a power that she will really have. It will be used a little, this chapter will be the biggest use of it, but it will be a kind of small thing that will carry on throughout the story. Her parents married and had her, sadly her Mother died shortly after she was born. So she grew up with her Father. A captain in the army. I don't honestly have a name for him. If you have one then I would love to hear it so I can give him name.

Her eyes shot open and as quickly as she could she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her breathing was a little strained. This was not a very uncommon occurrence, nor though was it a common one. A part of her heritage, a very small part, a quarter if you were being accurate was Vanaheim. The realm of those that could see the future. She herself could not do that neither could her Mother. At least that is what her father had told her on one of the rare occasion when she was young enough to ask him about her Mother without fear of upsetting him. While this was not a vision it was a dream, a black dream. Where she felt such a strong series of emotions, relief, happiness and fear as well as angry, but did not know what was casing them.

The bedroom door was opened and a faint light poured into the room. It seemed she had yelled out a little when she woke up. Her Father slowly walked into the room. "Are you well."

She nodded. He worried about her, but did not like to ask about her dream. It was a link to her Mother a reminder of her presence. Eir's very existence was a constant reminder of her Mother. Sometimes she wonder if it brought her Father more pain than joy to be around her. She was told from the few people that would dare to bring it up to her that she looked like her mother. If it was hard, almost impossible for him to talk about her, then she could only imagine what it must he like to have to look at her.

Carefully he sat on the edge of her bed. Reaching out he tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you sure."

"Yes Father. I promise."

She caught him glancing back to the door. He wanted to leave. Did not want to talk of her dream as he knew why she had it, but he loved her and did not want to leave her if she was distressed. Scooting forward on her knees she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel his shoulder relax at his as he hugged her back.

"Try and get some rest."

"I will."

He kissed her on the forehead after they pulled apart. Eir then moved back to pull the covers around her. Laying down she watched her Father leave and close the door behind him. For a few minutes she did not move. She could hear him moving back to his room. Once she was sure he was sleeping or close to it again, she moved to sit up. She would get no more sleep this night. She never did after the dream. She turned her attention to the candle on her bedside table. Focusing on it she created a small flame that lit the room. Worrying that it was too bright she dulled it a little, before picking up her current book. It was a large book of magic, mainly simple magic. Glancing up out of the window to her right. She saw the castle bathed in faint moon light. Except for one window where a faint light could be seen. Though she did not know for sure, she had a very good idea whose room it was that every night was filled with a faint warm glow.

"Eir."

"No."

"Eir."

"I said no."

"I thought we were friends."

With a frustrated sigh she stopped walking and turned around. It was true in the almost year that they had known each other Eir and the second Prince had become good friends. That did not meant that they did not annoy each other. she was sure that her standoffishness could irritating him when she didn't get as excited about learning something new as he did or she didn't respond with as much amassment as he had wanted when he showed her a new trick. She was getting better at that, it was just hard when your whole life you are conditioned to be more controlled and detached.

She could see that he felt the same way. He was not what would be expect of a Prince of Asgard. He did not much like to act like you either. He was smart rather than strong. Fast rather than strong. Simply he was just not as psychically strong as other Agrarians. His family and most people seemed to be trying to push him into fitting that mould more. He seemed at least in a small way to be trying to fight that or at least hold on to who he was as well as pleasing everyone.

He really irritated her when he did not let things go he seemed to have a need to know everything. Most of the time this did not bother her. It, due to their closeness allowed her to learn things that she would never have been able to before. In such a short space of time her magic had grown. Not to his level, she knew it never would, but it was still stronger. This need of his when directed at her almost made her want to physically lash out at him. He was so stubborn.

"Come on. I tell you everything."

She still did not turn to face him and kept walking along one of the long cloister of the castle. "No you don't. I just happened to be able to tell when you are lying or planning something. You have no choice."

"Yes I do. I can choose to lie to you better."

"You couldn't do it."

Realising that this back and forth was going to get him nowhere. Loki decided to use a different, more direct approach. He called her name loudly and with a hint of anger in it. As she finally turned to face him he pulled out one of his throwing knifes. He aimed for where he knew her heart should be in a few seconds, she however moved slower than he had expected. The knife, if she had not seen the knife coming towards her and involuntary put up a small shield to block it, would have his her on her shoulder.

Not giving a second thought she quick puller out her dagger that her Father had given her for her last birthday from its hiding place, tucked into her right boot and throw it towards Loki. He did not move. He looked a little surprised, but showed no real worry about the dagger that was currently traveling quickly towards the left side of his chest.

A small shriek coming from behind her caught Eir's attention. Forcing her to turn around. The shriek had come from a guard that had clearly frozen to the spot when he saw one of the Princes throwing a knife at someone and had found some of his voice again when he had seen her retaliate in kind. Effectively aiming to injure the Prince. Turning back she was greeted with an empty space where Loki had just been standing and her dagger lying on the ground.

"That could have killed me you know." There was a hint of a held back laugh to his voice.

"So could you." She turned to her right where Loki emerged from behind a pillar, a smug smile on his face.

"I believed in you." He answer airily as he walked over to pick up her dagger.

Without thinking she bent down to pick up the knife that had just been thrown at her. "You aimed for my heart."

"So you have one."

"I could say the same about you." She crossed her arms over her chest, as she smiled a smug smile. "And you would have ended up hitting my axillary artery."

"And you really aimed for my lung." He now stood a foot in-front of her. "I think we can call it even." He held her dagger out to her in his left hand, while he held his empty right hand out for her to return his knife. With a small nod she reclaimed her dagger and returned the Prince's weapon. With a small laugh they started to walk on again.

They only took a step forwards till Eir remembered the guard. Loki seemed surprised to still see him standing there, frozen to the spot. She didn't know if he had known that the guard had been there before, if he had known he had forgotten all about it as he made his appearance from behind the pillar. Eir did her best not to laugh out loud at the sight of the shocked guard. He was very tall and broad, yet he looked like a terrified child.

Loki was the first to move. Walking forwards towards the guard in large strides his head held high. Eir quickly fooled him. As they passed the guard they each walked on a different side. Loki stopped just as he passed the guard. "Hard day. You look like you've seen a ghost."

The guard suddenly moved spinning round. Loki too moved quickly grabbing Eir by the wrist he pulled her with him as he ran back into the castle. He didn't stop running till they were out of the castle he led them into the park in-font of the castle were they had first really spoke. He would have kept going if she had not begun to get tired. She was fast, but he was faster and had better stamina. Digging her heels in to the path, she called his name.

When he stopped running and let wrist go he turned to look at her. Glancing quickly behind her. He offered a sheepish smile. He clearly didn't realise how far he had ran dragging her with him. "What did you do this time."

"Why must I have done something."

"Because you're Loki. He looked like he would kill you once he regained his scenes." He shrugged and moved to flop down to sit under a nearby tree. "Why did you say anything."

"Couldn't help it. If we had not done anything he could have remained like that for norns knows how long."

"I ask again, what did you do."

He smirked as he leant back against the tree. "Ah so you want me to tell you something. Yet when I ask you do the same thing you refused."

"Then you try and kill me."

"I didn't even hurt you."

"Are we really arguing about the degree to wish you aimed a throwing knife at me."

"No. we are engaging in what I believe is called a stalemate. We each wont information from each other. The simplest thing it would seem would be to simply tell each other what we want to know."

She couldn't help but laugh as she moved to sit down next to him. Leaning back against the tree, shoulder to shoulder with Loki. "Fine. You go first."

"I don't think so. Yours is the more serious piece of information, mine can be used to lighten the mood after you have told me yours."

"You really are able to talk your way around anything. Silvertongue." She could feel him tense a little at her use of his nickname. It was more the tone with which he was called it normally that irritated him, not what the name meant. Feeling a little bad about bringing it up, despite not using a harsh tone, Eir nudged his shoulder before she spoke again. "It was not a vision. It was just a dream really. I don't see anything or hear anything. I just feel these feelings so strongly. I feel scared, terrified. Then relieved, more relieved than I have ever felt before. Happy too, really happy. That doesn't last very long, I soon feel sad. Devastated. Then angry. More angry then I have ever felt before, it is unstoppable. That is what scares me the most. Being that angry."

The whole time she had been talking she had not looked at Loki. Now that she was finished she looked over at him. His face was still. No sign of any emotion showed at all. She knew better though. Looking at his eyes she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He had, at least she believed he had the most immaculate poker face in the universe. After a second or so he let out a small breath, a sigh he had finished think, at least about what they were talking about, his mind never seemed to stop turning and turned to face her.

"Since part of your heritage comes fromVanaheim, the realm of prophets. It makes sense that in a small way you can see or feel the future. Most likely you are feeling the strongest feelings that you will feel in your lifetime. As it is only a small part of who you are."

"That makes sense." She agreed. "It is not very reassuring however."

"Your lifetime is a long one, a very long one. You don't have to fear any of it now."

She was silent for a few seconds taking in what he had said. In a way she had always known that was what her dream was. Somehow hearing it from someone else made it seem more real. It was not a really unpleasant fact, it was just that she did not ever really talk about these kind of things.

"Ok, it's your turn to cheer me up. What did you do."

Crossing his arms Loki spoke sounding deeply hurt. "I resent that. You imply that I did something with the sole purpose of causing mischief." He looked into her eyes, but they were as dark, and some would say cold as always. "I was merely practicing an illusion, and he happened to turn around into the corridor at the wrong time."

"What illusion."

"Oh nothing really…just a large Hel wolf." Her eyes widened a little, a hint of excitement now showed too. "I may have been practising it so that I could scare Thor as he turned the corner and happened to get the wrong person. He also may have chased me to the main hall. Where I was saved by family being there for breakfast. At least from psychical pain. Father was not pleased."

"The All-Mother must have been proud."

He smiled widely. "She was, not that she could say so."

She had kiss him on the forehead before he left for his lessons and told him not to worry about his Father. Also that he should not practice that kind of magic on people that didn't know what he was doing. He had also noticed her holding back a laugh as she was told what had happened. Thor had no such self-control and laughed out loud. Slapping his brother painfully on the back. Then had quickly warned him in a teasing manner not to really try that on him or he would be forced to go harder on him in training.

The image started to play in her head of the guard being scared and scream out in high pitched voice at the sight of Loki's illusion of a Hel wolf. She was about to laugh out loud at the image playing in her mind, when Loki suddenly covered her mouth with his hand. She couldn't really move her head, so she squinted her eyes to see him. He was unmoving. Just as she was about to forcefully try and move, she heard a voice. As they grew closer, Loki removed his hand from her mouth and pushed her around to the other side of the tree.

A voices was joined by anther. Two soldiers pasted them close by the tree. They had just returned from a hunting trip to the western woods. They were not talking about their kills as would have been expected. Instead they were talking in low voices about something that they were convinced they had seen in the woods. A Hel wolf.

The more they listened the wider the grin of Loki's face grow. Once the soldiers had past he turned to Eir. She was not looking at him as he had thought she would be. Instead of looking as excited as he was, she was giving him the look she did when she knew he had lied or been apart of some kind of trick.

"What."

"A Hel wolf."

"You think I did it."

"Who else. A real Hel wolf in Asgard. That is impossible."

He for the second time that day grabbed her wrist. "That is what makes it so exciting."

Before she could say or do anything Loki teleported them into the western woods, to the area the soldiers were talking about. Once the world around her became clear again, she turned to yell at Loki. When she saw him she didn't quit have the heart too. He looked paler than normal, which was saying a great deal. His hold on her wrist was let go, as he bent forward a little, trying to catch his breath. He was powerful, but he was still not yet able to use such powerful magic in such a short space of time. Teleporting and the illusion he cast earlier were taking their toll.

Taking a step forward she placed her arm around his back, lightly holding him encase he lost his balance. "Are you alright." Concern was clear in her voice.

"Oh Eir I didn't know you cared so."

"Less and less by the second." Worry was still clear in her voice.

She started to think of the little that she knew of healing magic. Which was not very much. It had only been a short section in the book of magic she was currently reading. Though it had interested her greatly. He was just tired, no healing spell could really fix that. It would only leave her feeling a little weaker. Still seeing him weakened made her want to do something to help. She hated seeing anyone in pain. Her Father had long since learned to hide any injury he received as she would only worry and fuss over him.

"I admit that was not my best idea."

Eir was about to agree with him, when a sound that sent a shiver down their spins cut through the air of the small clearing they had arrived in. "I assume it is too late to still hope that is was you that created an illusion of a Hel wolf."

"Maybe if you believe hard enough it will be so." He tried to laugh a little but could not. His arm lifted to wrap tightly around her waist as they turned to face where the noise had come from.

It grew louder the second time they heard it. They should have moved, thought of something, but Loki was too tired and Eir was too scared to think straight. The silence that followed the second time they heard the sound was almost worse. Not knowing if they would hear it again. If it was getting closer. If they would have enough time to react, do anything if they did hear it again as the Hel wolf came down them.

The third time they did near it was no longer a growl but almost a roar. They had almost no time to react in anyway as the large Hel wolf leaped out from the bushes in-front of them. Loki was just able to move. Letting go of his hold on Eir he used all the energy he had left to push her away. Using his magic to push her a good twenty feet away.

Once she pulled herself up of the ground she watched in horror as the Hel wolf stood over the fallen Loki. She screamed his name, just as he sharply pulled his right arm free form under the Hel wolf's large paw. With a strong thrust he stabbed the Hel wolf with one of his knifes right in the heart. It growled one last time before it fell forward landing over half of Loki's body. Quickly she sprung to life and ran towards him. Together they pushed the Hel wolf off of Loki.

As soon as he was free she throw her arms around his neck. "You scared me you dim-wit."

He laughed a little and hugged her back. "I don't think it was going to kill me."

Pulling back she looked at him shook. Letting her go he turned to face the Hel wolf. She followed his gaze, seeing for the first time the large wound on the creatures back. It must have been injured by the soldiers before. They would have thought that they would have heard them boasting about how they had been able to hit a Hel wolf

"Poor creature. It should not have been hear."

He nodded as he stood up. "Then why was it."

Though it did not give them a clear answer it gave them an idea, when they heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the bushes the Hel wolf had leapt out from. Both of them felt their shoulders sink as they realised what had happened and what was casing the sound. The terrifying Hel wolf had been protecting her child. Without a word they followed the sound. A little into the woods the found a small black bundle huddled up in a ball under a tree.

Carefully they approached the baby wolf, as it could not be a Hel wolf as it looked so small, as not to frighten it. It lifted its head a little. It had large black eyes surrounded by grey patches of fur. Its eyes were large and seemed to be pleading with them. With a quick glance to each other they agreed on what they should do. Very slowly Loki picked the baby wolf up into his arms. Once there the wolf nuzzled their head into his chest. Walking back to its Mother Eir focused her magic to start a small fire that would soon consume the Hel wolf then burn out. It did not seem right to just leave her body like that. In their heads they thanked the norns and then left to return to the city.

It was a long walk as Loki could not teleport them back. The sun had started to set as they finally returned. Eir knew her Father would be starting to worry about her, but she had to make sure the baby wolf was fine first. They first stopped at the castle kitchen to sneak out some food and water. Luckily Loki was very skilled at this and they were not seen. He then led them to a small storage room in the lower level. It was filled with old tools that were used to care for the castle grounds. No one used this room he said. It was the perfect palace to keep him, because he was sure it was a boy.

"He will need a name." she said as she stocked him under his chin. He was adorable and good-natured. He had warmed up to them very quickly especially Loki.

"Fenrir." In response Fenrir gave a small yelp. "Do you like that then." Loki said while ruffling his head.

"It would seem he does." A soft voice filled the room.

Spinning round to the door Loki and Eir came face to face with the All-Mother. Frigga looked at her youngest son and his friend with an unreadable expression. So that was where he got it from Eir thought. Loki recovered quickly and began explaining what had happened. To Eir's surprise Loki did not lie to his Mother about anything. He most likely would not be able to get away with if he had tried. The Queen's sharp yet at the same time soft eyes told her that she could see through his lies. Once he was finished Frigga allowed herself to let out a small laugh.

"Why does trouble always seem to find you my son."

"I'm just luck I guess."

Eir now let out a faint laugh, causing the Queen to turn to look at her properly for the first time. "Lady Eir. It is a pleasure to meet you properly." Eir bowed her head a little not knowing what else to do. She had seen the Queen before, spoken to her, but that was always in a formally situation and her Father would always be with her. "I did not have the pleasure of knowing your Mother very well, but I can see you take after her."

"Thank you, you're high…."

"Please child." Eir let out a deep breath as she relaxed a little. "My son has told me a great deal about you." She did not need to look at said son to see that he must be blushing a little now. "You have a special skill I am told."

"It is nothing really."

"No, do not underestimate yourself. Most people are stronger than they would ever believe themselves to be." Eir smiled a little proudly. "In fact I wanted to ask you, as you have a talent for magic if you would like to join Loki and I for his lessons."

She only glanced quickly at Loki before she answered. "It would be an honour."

"I am pleased to hear it. You should properly run home now. Your Father must be getting worried."

With another bow she ran off. Leaving the Queen and second Prince. With one last pat Loki moved to follow his Mother who was starting to make her way to the main hall for dinner. It was agreed that neither Odin nor Thor should know of Fenrir just let. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder she pulled her youngest son to her, to kiss him on the top of his head.

"Why do I worry you are only going to case more mischief as you get older." She smiled as she spoke.

"Thor is just as bad in his own way, and it would be terrible boring if I did not."

"Aye, that it would."

I hope that you have enjoyed this new chapter. Thank you again for reading. I know that there is not much of Loki really in this, as a character that is. I just don't really have a handle of him yet. Kid Loki is my basis for writing him, but I have to think of how that can lead into who he is in the films. I have more of an idea about what to do with him and how to write him later on. So please bear with me. I would like to ask the same questions that I did in the last chapter. I won't boar you by repeating them again, but if you could take a few minutes to answer them or offer any feedback, good or bad I would be very grateful.