Fallen Angel
Chapter Three: Well... I'll be..
Heimu/Loki = OTP.
I own my own twisted plot, not the characters themselves.
I can't have Freyr any other way...
Annnnd... It's not called fanfiction for nothing.
- Loki.
Once Heimdall had his ways with the woman, he left Freyr to put her to bed. The brunette was obviously uncomfortable with this as he shook, holding Loki in his arms. He pulled the blanket over the woman and sighed. "I wish there was more I could do..." he uttered, as he looked back a Loki who curled up in the soft blankets. "Heimdall and Loki... Maybe there's a chance to change his irresponsibility."
The feritlity god, who had long-since left Asgard, pulled the blanket off and lightly placed a fingertip on Loki's stomach. A little green glow emitted from the tiny touch. Loki smiled and curled up like a kitten in a windowsill. What Freyr didn't know was that Loki was really a man as he pulled the blankets back over the sleeping girl.
Heimdall had retreated to bed after washing up. He wondered where Freyr was but didn't worry that much. The prince shrugged it off and went to bed.
By mid-afternoon Loki had rested up completely and dusted off the tall mirror. "Since he doesn't like me as a man, I might as well change my age..." she sighed, but remembered that Heimdall was fast asleep by now. Loki grinned and tore off the women's clothes as she turned into man again. Heimdall would scold him for having his angel's wings, but he wasn't secure enough about himself without them. "I missed my wings..." he sighed as he folded his wings over his chest and nuzzled the velvet touch... Like that feeling he had while he was sleeping.
The angel glided down to the kitchen after getiing dressed in some slacks and socks. Normally, he wasn't hungry when he woke up, but it was something odd about today... Maybe it was the fact that the windows and walls were caked in dust and that only the bedrooms seemed relatively clean...
"Mornin'.." the Trickster told Freyr as he pulled out milk and some cereal... Maybe the other had bought it? In all honesty, Loki was too worked up last night to remember much of anything... And for some reason, he felt... strange... after transforming back.
"Ah.. Are you a new servant of the Higashiyami manor?" Freyr asked, cracking a few eggs open to make an omelette.
"Ah, yes... My name is Loki..." he introduced with a bow as Freyr raised a brow. "I came in as of last night... It's tiring when running away from the assassins of Asgard..."
Freyr blinked as he looked Loki over. The man was thin and tall, yet not as tall as Lord Kazumi... But he could see a tiny green glow from behind the other's skin. What had he done?! What in the name of Odin had he done to the man?! Probably ripped his dignity away... But the glow would fade in a few hours if he were to transform back to a woman... Thus making the man pregnant...
"Is there anything wrong?" Loki asked, glancing at the burning eggs and back at Freyr, who was sweating bullets. "I'm a pretty understanding person... So you can tell me.."
Freyr opened his mouth to speak, but shook his head no. "Only give me this promise..."
"What?"
"Do not transform back into a woman tonight when the master awakes..." Freyr pleaded.
Loki looked at the floor. "I am condemned to follow Heimdall's wishes... Whatever they may be." Loki sighed as he shut the stove off and leaned on the counter. "I can't keep this promise..."
"It is very true that you are a mere servant to the Lord Kazumi, but something terrible will befall you both if you transform back..." Freyr cried, taking Loki's hands and placed them on the red-head's abdomen.
"What's so terrible about my stom--"
"Yes, it was an accident." Freyr said as he glanced at the still green. It wasn't growing because of the body Loki had chosen. "It was I who accidentally impregnated you... It was to make the master less irresponsible..."
Loki grinned. He grinned and laughed a little. "Well then. If my abdomen's a ticking time-bomb, I might as well make the best of it... Since he intends to cut my wings off..."
Freyr stood there, dumbstruck, until his knees buckled beneath him. "If.. If that's what you want..."
There will be more... I promise.
I'm just adjusting to a fourth year of highschool... and a fucked up learning curriculum...
ALSO I'm thinking of doing a 100-chapters series of... something... I just want to do one.. And this may be the best you'll get until I get bored/writer's block...
- Loki.