A.N. : Sorry I haven't updated as recently as I would have liked to, my sister broke my laptop and then fixed it :D so here is another chapter that I hope you all like as much as you have the last two chapters :D Also, happy Loki's-day! On a random note, X-mas is coming up, who's pumped?! I am this year because I am pretty sure my sister's getting me a Loki action figure! Warning for this chapter: POSSIBLE OOC-ness. Anyways, here is another installment of the story, so without further ado:
A Son of Reaver
His emerald eyes cracked open, observing the room around him. 'What happened?' Logan questioned himself as he let his eyes wander around the unfamiliar chambers, green orbs observing every last lush, extravagant detail of the walls and furniture. 'Where am I?' he thought as he tried to lift his head from the pillows it rested upon.
"You shouldn't move Prince Logan," came a voice familiar to the young boy.
"Jasper," Logan slurred, still groggy from sleep and unable to concentrate correctly due to the pounding in his skull and the sharp pain that stabbed at the back of his scalp. "Where are we? What happened? What am I doing in here? Where-" Logan bombarded the middle-aged butler with question after question before being cut off by the rough, yet jolly voice coming from the doorway of the mysterious room.
"Just as inquisitive as always, aren't we Logan?" Sir Walter Beck's voice boomed in the small room.
"Walter!" Logan shouted happily to the tall robust man standing in the threshold of the door. Giggling with an unfamiliar childlike tone, he added, "I would get up to hug you and welcome you back, but my legs feel like lead I'm afraid."
Walter's laugh echoed and bounced against the walls of the room and he replied, "Well that's what happens when you fall out of a tree. But I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you?"
"Fell out of a tree? Who said that?" the young boy inquired after Walter walked over to his bed and sat next to him, causing the mattress to sink at the pressure of the newly added weight, and ruffle his raven hair.
"Why your father of course, he's the one who found you unconscious first," the older man replied.
Jasper intervened then, saying, "Although I've no idea as to where that bruise on your cheek came from." The butler looked utterly perplexed; how could a boy fall from a tree, land on his head, and yet injure his cheek with a large, deep bruise? It just didn't add up at all.
"Gabe said a few branches slapped the lad on the way down. But he's alright, just a little bruise," Walter told Jasper as he turned his head to look at the loyal servant. Logan flinched at the name of his father but the movement came unnoticed by Jasper and Walter. Unknown to Logan, there was a figure standing in the shadow of the door way, watching him cower at the name of the man he should admire and respect.
Reaver cleared his throat loudly, causing all but the trained butler to jump slightly and look at him. "Can we get on with it? I believe it's visiting hour, is it not?" Jasper nodded and turned to Logan.
"As a response to your earlier question young Prince, you are in the infirmary, recovering from a rather nasty fall that caused a small concussion. But, as I am sure you are not wondering so much about that anymore, but more of the man by the door; this is Reaver, a... business partner of your mother's." The butler then gestured for Reaver to enter- which he did with grace and poise.
"Terribly sorry," Reaver said to the two men, "but I would like a moment alone with the Prince, if you two would be so kind as to leave us?" He used his fake politeness, trying to seem as un-Reaver as possible to the two long time friends of the Queen. Jasper nodded and left. Walter, on the other hand, stayed behind a little longer, asking Logan, "You're sure you want to be alone in here with Reaver, Logan?" But, as always, Logan's curiosity got the better of him and he nodded mutely before responding after Walter still hadn't left. "I will be fine Walter, I promise. You can leave." Walter eyed Reaver carefully, but slowly inched out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the two raven haired fellows alone.
"So what is this about Mr. Reaver?" Logan asked in his "ruler-of-Albion" voice that his mother used when addressing things associated with the Kingdom.
"Getting right down to business then are we? Just like your mother." Reaver smiled at the young boy, trying to buy trust.
Logan blinked and looked at Reaver, un-amused. "What is it you want Sir?" he asked again.
Reaver's eyes widened, impressed by how Logan dismissed his charm so easily. Then he smiled a dark smirk that split his face. "You're clever too. Just like your father." Logan couldn't hold back his laughter as it bubbled up inside of his throat.
"What exactly is so funny?" Reaver questioned, puzzled by Logan's reaction. Trying to smother his laughter, the seven year old replied, "My father is not clever! He is as stupid as a Balverine is vicious or a Hollow man is bone! You have met him before, you should know this." There was a silence. Slowly, another dark smile scratched across Reaver's face and he leaned in close to Logan, whispering in his ear, "What if the father I speak of is not King Gabriel?" His smile increased as he heard Logan gasp.
"You are implying that Gabriel is not my real father?" he asked in a whisper, mimicking Reaver's volume in his voice. "Would that be a bad thing?" the ex-Hero of Skill inquired the young lad, still whispering next to his ear as if the cream colored walls of the infirmary could hear their words.
Logan paused, not knowing what to say. He tried to piece everything together in his head. 'Why was this man telling me this instead of mother? What does any of this have to do with him? Why does he care so much if I know these things or not? How does he even know these things for sure?' he questioned himself. But then it clicked. Logan sat back, straightened his posture, placing his hands on his knees as he sat criss-cross on the bed and bore a pair of indifferent emerald eyes into Reaver's matching green eyes.
"You are my father, aren't you Mr. Reaver?"
A.N. : EPIC CLIFF HANGER. Kinda... Well, I hope you all liked it! I would like to thank the following(something I forgot to do at the top of the chapter): Enchantment101, voltagelisa and Adrilacus Snape for reviewing and voltagelisa, lilmommy0911, ashleighreaver, The Shades Of Gold, and Enchantment101 for following! Thanks alot you guys, you're all awesome! I hope I did ok with Walter, Jasper and Reaver ^^' don't hate me if I messed up D: Well anyway, thanks for reading this chapter, see you all next time! (P.S. please review and if you found any mistakes grammar, punctuation or spelling wise then please tell me!)
~ Enforcer4
