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Loki found himself enjoying Midgard. The small child he had expected to feel burdened by, had him wrapped around his little finger. Thor would laugh when he found out his brother had taken to being a caretaker to a midgardian baby. This was one of the most refreshing moments he'd had. He had been here a whole three months, and he could tell that there would be little if any problem with keeping his presence unknown.
"Wyatt?" A gentle voice floated through the hall. "Are you hiding honey?" The trickster god turned invisible as he heard the footsteps get closer. He needn't have even worried he thought, as the person turned away not even sparing the room a glance.
"Auntie Phoebe!" A blur of blond curls whirred past the hall.
"There you are sweetie" The woman gushed as she picked up the small blond-haired boy. "I was wondering where you were hun. Are you hungry?"
The little boy nodded quickly. "Uh huh, can I have ice cream?"
The brunette seemed to consider it for a moment before giving a grin. "Of course sweetie, it'll be our little secret."
Giggles filled the hall as the woman propped the boy on her hip and walked off blabbering useless things on unimportant matters that the god of mischief cared not about. Loki gave a sneer as the two walked off down the hall and down the stairs. He detested that woman; in the short time he had been there he had noticed that all was not equal within the Halliwell household as he had expected. It had come to him as a surprise to notice that his young protégé was not hailed as highly as his brother, surely a child that was to help keep the balance of the world would be...
Loki turned quickly; quiet whimpers coming from the crib broke his train of thought as he walked over to the crib and gently picked up the whimpering child.
"Shh, Shh it's alright Christopher"
The trickster couldn't fathom why the horrid woman didn't treat this child the same as the other. They were both her nephews, yet she never once offered to carry this child and certainly never treated this boy the same as her other nephew. She often seemed to forget that there was another boy she was supposed to care for when she babysat. It made Loki sick that someone could treat such a young, innocent child with such callousness; it was as if Christopher didn't exist for the woman.
The child gave quiet sniffles as the whimpering stopped. He turned large green eyes to the Norse god in his room.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked. Christopher did not normally act like this, normally the boy would be lively and energetic. His only answer was watery eyes and another sniffle. Worried now, Loki found himself running a quick scan on the child.
With a sigh Loki confirmed what he had thought, the child was sick. Seeing as he was the only one available at the moment, the task of caring for the child would fall to him. Not that he minded of course Christopher was a rather sweet child, but it didn't feel right that a child this young had to rely on a distant stranger instead of a comforting family member.
"Mama" Feverish green eyes looked at the room and at the god in it. Loki would have healed the child, but remembered that humans had to develop immunities to diseases. As much as he hated to see the child in pain, he would have to let the sickness run its course.
"Shh Christopher your mother will be back soon." He gently swayed the child back and forth as he hummed an old lullaby Frigga used to sing when he was young. Thinking about his adoptive mother made his heart constrict as he thought back to before his coming here.
Frigga had come to see him as soon as she'd heard her youngest had been brought back. Loki had been in pain from his latest encounter with his brother's band of fools when he'd heard the door to his cell open followed by a gasp.
"Loki" The god of mischief had looked up to see the normally calm Queen Frigga run towards him. 'Oh my son what has happened to you?" She asked. Loki had felt guilt as he saw his mother kneel towards the defeated trickster, her immaculate robes getting dirtier by the second. Yet this did not seem to matter to the regal woman as she placed her arms around the bruised god.
"Loki" Loki couldn't bring himself to look at the woman as he heard her whisper. "Oh my darling child I have missed you."
"I'm not…I'm" Loki couldn't find the words as he tried to convey that he wasn't her child, he'd technically never been.
"Of course you are." Frigga had answered with absolute certainty as if someone had asked if the sky was blue. "You are my son and have always been and always will be." Raising the young prince's head she stared him straight in the eye. "Nothing you ever say or do can stop me from being your mother." She gave him a fierce hug. "I love you Loki and nothing and no one not even you can ever change that."
Loki hugged the child cradled in his arms tighter. Oh how he missed his mother. Yes, even though she had not given birth to him, Frigga was the one person who had known what he was and yet had always treated him with love and kindness. She was a true mother, and even Loki could not deny she was his mother.
"Hush Christopher we shall do fine. Just you and I." He cradled the child closer and once more hummed the tune that had soothed him to sleep many times before. He would care for this child just as his mother had cared for him, a child that was not biologically hers. So would he care for Christopher.
Soon enough the boy was lulled to sleep. Laying the child back into the crib the god of mischief found himself staring at the child. He would not lie and say he had been overall pleased when he had first heard of his assignment. After all, Loki the god of mischief and lies playing caretaker for a mere mortal? Yet, this child had him caring for him as he hadn't done so for anyone in a long time.
Loki gave a smile, the Norns were right; Christopher Perry Halliwell was a special child, a very special child indeed.
