Hey brother,
There's an endless road to re-discover,
Hey sister,
Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker,
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
Hey brother, do you still believe in one another?
Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.
What if I'm far from home?
Oh, brother I will hear you call,
What if I lose it all?
Oh, sister I will help you out,
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
Hey brother,
There's an endless road to re-discover.
Hey sister,
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.
What if I'm far from home?
Oh, brother I will hear you call,
What if I lose it all,
Oh, sister I will help you out,
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.
~Hey Brother By Avicii
It had been almost three years since Percy had been allowed to stay on Asgard. Sally had been busy, not getting the chance to meet with Frigga. Of course there was the odd meeting, a short catch-up and then they'd both be on their ways. Bidding each other fair well, they'd turn and walk away in different directions. Places to be and people to see!
Percy had yet to meet Frigga's pride and joy Loki, though Frigga would soon have to be careful when it comes to showing favouritism towards her adopted child. She was expecting her own. Odin gets what he wanted. An heir whom carries his own blood! Despite expecting her own child Frigga felt as if she'd always favour Loki. He was just filled with so much joy that it made her heart swell with pride.
A goofy grin split Frigga's face in half. One of her hands trailed the wall of the palace she calls a home; the other sat on her larger-than-normal-stomach.
Gasping, Frigga doubled over. Heaving in pain. Her youngest was making their way into the world and they were certainly going to take their precious time.
Sally was exhausted. Taking care of Percy was no easy feat, that boy had a strong pair of lungs on him and could scream longer than you could possibly think possible. And yet Sally simply adored Percy, he was the light of her life. His first word was actually 'mum', no, wait she lies. It was 'madre' but then again, she could only blame herself for the occasional Spanish but she didn't care; he was her bebé and it didn't matter how old he'd get he would always be her bebé.
At that moment Percy came barrelling into the room, arms open wide. "Madre!" He called out. As he charged towards her, Sally spread her own arms wide and waited for him to leap into them. He jumped.
A joyous laugh filled the room as Sally twirled the small boy around in her arms. He gripped onto her shirt tightly. "Again!" He called. "Again! De nuevo! De nuevo!" Pulling Percy towards her chest she hugged him.
"Mhm." She mumbled into her son's hair. "You'll be sick again if I spin you around too much, mi querido." (Trans: my darling) Sally had learnt the hard way that if she span Percy around too much he'd be sick.
His eyes widen. "Noooo," he wailed. "Again por favor." Sally just laughed. Despite only being three (coming up four mind you) Percy had discovered that she had a soft spot for Spanish and constantly used it to try and get what he wanted.
Shaking her head Sally stood. "Next time mi querido." Percy's shoulders sagged slightly in defeat but soon rose again as her dashes out his room. Ready for his next household 'adventure'.
Watching Percy dash out the room she couldn't believe that he was the same baby she'd found long ago. Percy was small for his age but would one day shoot up and become taller than her. His sea green eyes scanned everything with so much curiosity, the blues and greens swirling together. Hair on his head so dark it looked like a deep blue. Reminding Sally of the night sky when the full moon shone and glistening stars were dotted in the sky.
She turned on her heel about to take the route to the kitchen when a knock at her door rang out.
Knock... Knock... Knock.. Bang. BangBangBANGBANGBANG!
The knocking in her door became insistent and louder. Sally through the door open ready to yell at the making the racket. Words died in her throat when she recognised the messenger.
"You're requested at the All-Father's palace Miss Sally. The Queen has gone into labour."
This was not at all how Sally imagined Percy's first visit to the palace would be. Forcing herself not to sigh she handed Percy over to one on the palace's many servants.
"Te comportas y sé amable. Mi querido." (Trans: Behave and be nice. My darling)
With that Sally was gone rushing down the long corridors of the palace. Percy's response fell to deaf ears: Where are you going, madre?
The palace's servant carried Percy away down some of the palace's many confusing corridors. Percy laid his head on the servants shoulder, wondering where his madre was going. Eventually placing the small boy down in a very large room and left. Not a word spilling from the man's mouth.
Percy sat on the cold marble floor for a few moments longer, stroking the smooth surface underneath his fingertips. He stared at the amazingly clean ground as if it offended his mother.
His head shot up.
"Hello?" The voice had a hint of uncertainty and mild curiosity. Percy pushed himself around to face a boy, not much younger than him (he was going to be four soon, thank you very much.)
"¿Hola?" Percy's voice was laced with the same amount of curiosity and uncertainty. The younger boy's emerald green eyes sparkled with amazement at the strange language. The boy waddled over to Percy and sat down next to him.
"H-o-la?" The boy repeated. Percy shook his head.
"No not like that silly, -the boy frowned- it's hola. O-la." A smile found its way onto Percy's face when he watched the younger boy say it correctly.
"O-la?" Percy nodded vigorously. He stuck out his hand like he had seen his madre do many times when introducing herself.
"'M Percy." The younger boy stared at Percy's hand in shock, the other children didn't like him. Even if one were to approach him the child's parents would steer them away. Stay away from that child. They would lecture. He's not one of us. .. Not really.
The emerald eyed child took the hand, a massive smile stamped on his face. "I'm Loki," the boy paused. "Friends?"
"Amigos." Percy agreed, he shifted so he could get a better look at the boy next to him. They looked alike. So alike that they could be twins but there were a few noticeable differences between them, for one, Percy was slightly taller than Loki- not much but slightly. Loki had deep emerald eyes which seemingly sparkled like stars whilst Percy's seemingly swirled in a whirl wind off blues and green. Percy's hair was so dark to a point it looked deep blue, Loki's hair was -to put it one way- black. There were no shades, no lighter sections, no variation, it was just black.
Loki cocked his head slightly, "A-me-goes. Amigos. What's an amigos?"
Percy smiled again.
This was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.
As Sally rinsed her hands under the cold water, spraying from the tap and smiled. Frigga had had an easy labour, she'd given birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy - Thor. It was now Sally's job to go and fetch Loki to meet his new brother.
Making her way down the halls, Sally glanced around breathily. She wasn't lost. Honestly she wasn't... Well she didn't think she was lost at least.
When she was turning around to leave, giggles filled her ears. She was near.
"How do you say potato?" Sally didn't recognise this voice.
"Why would you want to know that?" She recognised this voice. Percy.
"Just tell me. Pleaseeeee." Who was he talking to?
"Okay then Loki," Oh. That's who. Want she meant to be looking for him? "It's la patata."
"La patata?"
"Sí."
She entered the room. "Percy what are you doing in here?" Both boys swirled around. She could have sworn the were identical. Sally blinked, beginning to notice the slight differences.
"¿Madre?"
"Sí. I believe you've already met Loki." She turned to address the smaller boy. "Your mother wants you."
Loki looked up at her. "Can Percy come?"
Sally smiled, "Of course."
Loki grinned a large toothy grin and grabbed Percy's hand dragging him down the halls. Sally followed.
The two green eyed boys leaned over the side of a cot, staring at the large-ish blonde baby inside.
"You're lucky," Percy blurted out. Loki blinked owlishly.
"I am?"
"Sí. You get a hermano. I mean. Look how cute he is!"
"Huh." Loki responded. "I guess you're right. I am lucky, I get a her-mon-oh."
"Air-man-oh." Percy responded without thinking. "What's his name?" Loki shrugged.
Two hands rested on the boys shoulders. Odin, the All-Father, stood there in all his glory, looking down at the two boy. He smiled. One of his ever-so-rare smiles. "His name," Odin paused. "Is Thor."
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