Chapter 3: Skipping 8 Years Because I Can't Write that Crap

For about 8 years, Majesty lived a peaceful and relatively uneventful life, going to a mortal school, making friends with the mortal children and astounding them with her ability to summon candy, cake, soda, and ice cream at will. She proved to be the best kind of friend, making sure that everyone felt included, and gave special treatment to no one.

Then, one tragic day, Twyla's car was hit as she drove Majesty home from school. Because of the angle that the other car - well, actually it was a semi-truck - hit them, the mother and the truck driver were killed... but Majesty survived. Sadly, the young demigod knew nothing of death (she'd never watched Bambi or Finding Nemo, or any of the ones where a parent died, really.), and began to panic when she couldn't get her mother to wake up. Soon, an ambulance arrived and helped Majesty get out of the wrecked car, and her father showed up within seconds, sensing his daughter's distress. "Daddy, you have to help Mommy!" the girl screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I can't get her to wake up, and her neck is bleeding really bad! Why won't she wake up, Daddy?!"

Loki looked up to the paramedics who were freeing Twyla from the wreckage. One of them checked her pulse, then met Loki's eyes, shaking his head sadly.

At that moment, the God of Lies felt a pain greater than any wound he'd ever taken on any battlefield. It was like someone had ripped his heart out, beaten it to a bloody pulp, dunked it in acid, then stuffed it back in upside-down and backwards. He turned his gaze to his little girl, saw the worry and panic in her eyes as he knelt down to deliver the sad news. "Majesty, dear, I'm... afraid Mommy won't be waking up," he said, trying to explain this to a child who knew nothing of death. "Her injuries were too much for her. She's... gone. And not even I can wake her up this time."

"What do you mean, you can't?" the girl sobbed. "And how can she be gone?! She'd right there!"

"Sweetie, I never wanted to have to teach you this lesson, especially so young," the god said, his voice trembling with terrible pain and sorrow. "But, Mommy... has died. There is a difference between being asleep, and being dead. When we sleep, our bodies still work like they're supposed to. But when we die, something happens that makes it all stop. Our hearts stop beating, we stop breathing, and our brains stop thinking and carrying out other commands that allow us to live. Our spirits leave our bodies, and depending on the choices we've made in life, they either go somewhere really good, where their is no pain and no suffering, or somewhere really bad to atone for their sins. Mommy's spirit has left her now, and has gone to the good place, where she can watch over you forever, because your mom was the most wonderful person in Midgard. She would not want you to cry, dear. She would want you to be strong, and carry on as best as you can."

Majesty threw herself into her dad's arms, sobbing hysterically in her grief, before forcing back the tears and glaring at the body of the man who's carelessness had taken her mother from her. "Is that man dead, too, Daddy?" she asked, the usual sweetness gone from her voice, replaced with an iciness the God of Lies had heard many times. In his own voice.

"Yes. This means he has escaped my judgment," Loki explained.

"No. He's escaped our judgment," Majesty corrected. "He's taken Mommy from both of up with his stupidity. He needs to pay."

Loki thought for a moment. "Indeed," he agreed. "I know someone who can punish him on the other side. Meanwhile, you'll be living with me from now on." With that Loki escorted his daughter to Asgard, to introduce her to the rest of her family.

The first one she met was Heimdall, who guarded the Bifrost. "I saw what happened in Midgard, Loki," he said, cutting straight to the chase. "I grieve for your loss."

"I don't need your grief, Heimdall," Loki said bitterly as Majesty peeked nervously out from behind him. Heimdall smiled at the child. "And this must be the Little Trickster," he said warmly, crouching down to talk with her. "And what might your name be?"

"Majesty Lokidottir Sinclair," the girl said, clearly proud of her name. She didn't bow, as most would before a god, but Majesty didn't really care about etiquette. in her mind, you either excepted that she held herself in highest esteem, or she ignored your very existence. "Please to meet you, Uncle Heimdall!"

"Majesty is going to stay with me, as she has no family left in Midgard," Loki explained. "Come, now, child. It's time for you to meet your grandfather, Odin."