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Note, a lot of these will be only short snippets of Bryn's childhood, longer chapters will happen a little later on. Please review and tell me your thoughts.
It was a beautiful sunny day, and the children of Odin were soaking up every minute of it. The twins had just started to walk without Frigga's constant aid, though it was more or less Baldr toddling around slowly and Brynhildr running, falling over, picking herself back up rather quickly and just carry on.
Even now as Frigga tended to her favourite flowers in the large garden Odin had given her when they married, her beautiful twins were playing with Thor and his friends Sif, Fandral and Volstagg.
The only one not playing was Loki, who had recently takento quietly sitting alone in the garden with a book in hand. On some occasions he would join in, but like today he kept well out of the way of his brother's games.
Frigga worried at times but every time she would ask him about it, he just gave her a gentle smile and say "I'm alright mother." This put part of the queen's mind at ease, and as time went along she learnt to accept it.
What she didn't know was that her little boy's smile was a lie.
Loki hated Thor and Sif's games, mainly because he was always the villain or the object of hostility. Thor didn't do it to be mean, but as usual he was the eldest therefore the leader. So reading or being alone was much better than being attacked by Thor, Sif, Fandral and Volstagg, and now Baldr since he could walk.
It was like a miniature version of Thor much to Loki's delight. He had the same gold hair, sky blue eyes and an irresistible grin that had everyone hooked, only difference is was that Baldr seemed much gentler than his rowdy older brother.
He would have said the same for Brynhildr, but in the end she was just too sweet. She looked similar to Baldr, save for her eyes and slightly more feminine features, but unlike her twin, she was always laughing, smiling and had so much energy she almost rivalled Thor's. He could hear her giggling even from the other side of the garden, ringing out like little bells. She rarely went along with games and just ran around whilst the others played.
Loki let out a soft sigh and tried to concentrate on his book.
But it seems that he would not be finishing it like he had hoped, for Brynhildr had conveniently found his hiding place and came tumbling out from one of the bushes.
She tripped once again on her long dress and fell onto the stone path. Loki jumped a little and placed his book down, waiting to see if she was alright. She took a few seconds to pick herself up this time, which was strange.
She had hurt herself.
Loki picked himself up and hurried over to her to comfort her, yet she didn't cry. Most children would burst into tears at even the slightest bump but Brynhildr, even with a large gash on her palm, didn't make a sound.
She did sniff and quickly rubbed away any evidence of tears.
"Brynhildr, are you alright?" Loki asked and took her injured hand in his. Brynhildr nodded and made a noise to indicate she was, but the gash started to bleed. Loki thought fast and ripped a piece of his tunic off and clumsily wrapped up the wound.
"There, all better."
Brynhildr smiled and gave Loki a small fit of giggles to say thank you, and he too smiled. A real genuine smile.
Soon enough he had returned to his spot by the tree only with Brynhildr tucked firmly in his arms as he read out loud his book to her. She clearly felt at ease sitting there with him and snuggled further into his hold, and with his free hand Loki held her injured hand, his thumb stroking the make shift bandage.
Their mother found them some time later when the sun had begun to disappear behind the city after shooing the young children inside to prepare for supper. She was pleasantly surprised to see Brynhildr being calm for once and Loki interacting with someone.
"My darlings, it's time to come inside." She cooed softly, and Loki picked himself and Brynhildr up. Frigga saw the bandage around her daughter's hand and quickly scooped her up.
"My Angel, what happened?" She unwound the cloth to look.
But the wound was gone.
