From the Past to Ragnarok

A/N: So...it's been a year or so since this is even updated?? I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry! Grammar is bad, I know, as I keep on complaining to each and every chapter so bear with me! Please enjoy! Reviews are GREATLY needed for critics.

Chapter Three

Misao was just doing his usual chores at his shine; sweeping the always dirty ground clean. His mind is still filled with thoughts, his sweeping less concentrated until a sudden evil aura was felt. He cringed, looking towards the waving Loki with gritted teeth.

"Mayura-papa," Loki greeted cutely. Fenrir barked from beside him.

Misao snorted, turning his attention down towards Fenrir with a blink. His face turned nicely in a shade of blue, seeing the true spirit of a wild tamed – heaven forbid – large wolf that reached the sky behind the puppy. Fenrir gave him a playful smirk on his long lips.

"I did not see that…" Misao mumbled to himself, continued on sweeping while looking away with a confirmed nod. "Yep, it's just the same puppy Mayura had brought in before…the same puppy."

"Mayura-papa," Loki chuckled, inwardly rolling his eyes at his son as Fenrir inwardly laughed. "I want to talk to you about something…important."

"No time, Loki," Misao replied with a stubborn frown, both eyes closed, back facing toward them. "I need to do many other chores after this."

"It's about Mayura…"

He stopped; his grip on the broom tightened. "What about Mayura…?" he asked slowly, turning around with a scary threatening face. "What happened?! What did you do to…eh…?"

"Nothing happened, I'm just curious from something about her," Loki replied calmly in a bored tone, a ghostly spirit hovering behind him which had interrupted the shrine priest. Misao's black-dotted eyes were growing with every passing second and Loki was sure they would soon pop out of his head. "Do you mind sparing a bit of time?"

Misao cleared his thoughts with a shook of his head, ignoring the spirit with a large uneasy sweat-drop. "What's there to talk about Mayura?"

"Her question to you last night…had Mayura really disappeared before?"

Fenrir stepped behind his daddy when the thick wooden broom in Misao's hand completely snapped in two. From how, neither of two aren't particularly sure, but that only proved that the father can be pretty strong when he's quite disturbed.

"I don't know why you should worry about it and I'm not even sure what you're talking about," Misao finally spoke, holding the two pieces of his broom. "Now leave, Loki, before Mayura be running here right after school looking for you."

"I guess I don't have any choice then," Loki said, his crescent staff already in hand.

Fenrir looked up in surprised. "Daddy?"

Misao's body froze when he halted with a small twitch, looking down at the puppy and cleaning his ears, double-checking himself if he heard it talked.

"Forgive me, Mayura-papa," Loki said before his staff glowed powerfully in green. "I must get to the bottom of this…anything that Mayura done or asked randomly, I must check it over…this is for her sake…"

And Misao's screamed were only heard from within the light as it died down. Fenrir opened his eyes, seeing Misao's figure on the ground though his daddy is out of sight. He sniffed around, skipping over to him and smell his father's scent on him. His eyes began to grow large and teary. "Daddy! I can't believe you left me behind like that!"

Loki opened his eyes slowly and stood up from within the darkness, looking around the dark and silent void from within Misao's mind. Turning on his heels, he walked calmly ahead as if knowing where to go, eyeing in every corner while the darkness followed within every step he took. A flash of light suddenly blinded him until voices were later heard.

"Papa…" An eight-years-old Mayura called to her father in the middle of their walk as Loki followed behind them. "Mama…mama would never come back home, ne…?"

Misao looked down at her, forcing a smile on his lips and quickly changed the subject. "Say, Mayura-chan, how do you like playing in the park since we're here before going home?"

Her eyes sparkled, giving a nod at his suggestion and ran towards the playground where the other children are at. Loki stood beside Misao, who was watching his daughter dazedly.

Loki sighed boringly before perking up when spotting a brunette-haired young-looking woman, who came out of nowhere and kneeled to Mayura's figure. She gave a smile, reaching a hand out to caressed the child's cheeks but stopped when her fingers goes through her face instead.

Loki grew alarmed before a flash of the family picture from Misao was remembered. "You're…Mayura-mama?" Loki whispered, turning to look up at Misao and was astonished at the fact that he didn't see his decreased wife at their daughter's side. "You…can't see or sense her…?"

The mother's face broke down in sadness, whispering something into Mayura's ear, tears dripping down her pale cheeks. As if Mayura had heard her, the child looked up and giggled at her father before running off with a happy cry, eyes closed while heading blindly towards the busy street ahead.

"Mayura!" Loki screamed which Misao mimicking his cries, both running past the crying woman as they tried to reach for her. "MAYURA!"

…But it was too late…

The sounds of screeching tires were heard and a couple of crashes were inevitable afterwards but it was the girl's screams that surpassed them both. Loki and Misao stopped in their tracks in complete horror.

"Ma…Mayura-chan…" Misao stuttered, feeling his legs shaking and ran toward the scene in search for his daughter from within the crashing cars. "MAYURA-CHAN!"

"She's your daughter, isn't she?" Loki shouted angrily towards the weeping spirit woman. "You manipulated her, didn't you?"

Loki almost forgotten that he was standing in the past from Misao's memories. Though Misao obviously didn't see his wife, but Loki sure did and looked up in shock when hearing Misao's screams. "MAYURA-CHAN! Where is she?! WHERE IS SHE?!"

"She…disappeared?"

"An order…" Loki turned back to the mother when hearing her speaking in a quivering voice through her tears. "This is an order…"

"An order…? Hel is the one who ruled over the dead," Loki muttered to himself of his daughter, looking back at the scene where Misao was frantically searching for any trace of Mayura from underneath the cars. "Hel wouldn't be bringing any spirits from their death unless…Odin." A tick of anger rose from within him. "Odin is the one who did this…but…why? Why would he order a mother to kill her own child? An innocent mortal child?!"

With a blink, the scenery somehow changed, leaving Loki looking around in confusion, seeing him standing in the middle of the shine where Misao was praying, who's bowing over and over in front of the Gods he praised.

"Please bring Mayura-chan back to me…" Misao mumbled in a weak shaking voice, giving another bow. "She's all that I have…please bring her back to me…"

"He couldn't find her…"

"I had no choice…" The spirit of the wife said just when she appeared, striding her way to her husband, wrapping her arms around him though her tears only flowed harder when she can't touch him. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, Misao…"

Loki's mouth firmed in mute anger, clenching his fist tightly at his side. "Odin…"

"But don't worry," the wife mumbled to his praying form, lowering her head as if leaning against his shoulder. "Mayura-chan… Mayura-chan will be back…she will return to you…alive."

Tears dripped on Misao's cheeks, praying harder than before. "Please bring her back…please…"

"But for the exchange of Mayura you were forced to give up…" she continued with a sob which Misao's body suddenly glowed, though he doesn't seem to notice it at all. "…a gift of sense will be given in return…"

Loki's eyes widen.

"I'm sorry…I cannot disobey any request…" She gave her last words, planting a gentle kiss on his cheeks until she slumped to the ground and disappeared back to the spirit world. Misao snapped his eyes open, looking down at the spot where she had disappeared with confusion and fear sweeping over his face. Until…

"Papa!"

Misao was already up to his feet and sprinted out the door. There, standing in front of him was a cheerful Mayura, who giggled and running up with open arms. Misao cried out with great joy, carrying the girl and whirled her around; both laughing with glee.

Loki felt relief but it was instantly gone when he sensed something from her, and from Misao's happy and tearful look, he wasn't the only one who found something…different about her. The aura around Mayura gave it off way too easily, uncontrollable but it was completely gone a second later.

Misao shook his head, as if forcing himself to imagine it and the father carried his daughter back into the house. He doesn't care or was even bothered by anything that is strange about her or himself…only the fact that she came back to him.

Once they were gone, Loki continued to stand there in pure shock. This time, he was able to analyze the aura…the same aura he felt from the older Mayura briefly, but what's so shock about it was that he knew who it belongs too…

…For the aura, was his…

"I had never felt so humiliated in my life," the handsome God Loki grumbled, holding onto his wife once their marriage ended, leading her slowly through the hall of his home. "Freyr…one of these days…I'm going to get him back until he couldn't speak those annoying 'no da!' words at the end of his every sentence."

Sigyn's sweet laugher echoes nicely through the silent halls. "Freyr was only being himself at the wedding, Loki."

"But crying out 'Ah! My Yamato Nadesico!' in the middle of our oath is something I cannot take," an exasperated Loki said through gritted teeth, though his eyes held a glint of amusement.

"What about Freya? And the other Goddesses?" Sigyn asked with a scrunched face, though the humor is still there. "I'm sure I'll be melted dead to the ground from their glares. Not to mention their wailing for 'Loki-sama!' is still ringing in my ears, I never know you can be so popular with the ladies."

"But none of them will ever catch my eye," muttered Loki, wrapping her gently in his arms, nibbling the base of her throat as she shuddered. "Because the beautiful Sigyn will now be by my side…eternally…"

"Loki…" Sigyn's eyes glittered and gave a silent squeal when he picked her up in his arms, "Loki!"

He didn't answer, making his way towards his large chamber, kicking the door shut forcefully behind him while dumping her right in bed, with him on top of her. Loki's eyes are doubled-colored again, one green and the other red, which darkened as it filled with hidden passion.

Sigyn's breath quickens and closed her eyes just when he lowered himself, giving a hard and passionate kiss until he stopped, sitting up away from her. She looked up in confusion, "Loki?"

"I almost forgot about something," Loki murmured, holding her down before she can sit up, running his fingers gently through her long hair, her cheeks, down from her red lips and throat then to the side of her arm.

His touches were like fire to her skin as Sigyn's face turned red, shadowing her eyes and wondering what he was trying to do. That's when she gave a startled jump, feeling a sudden powerful aura thrashing into her from the arm. She faced him with wide eyes, staring down when a fire-shape seal was formed there. "Loki…? This is…"

"A part of me…" Loki finished for her, lowering himself once again, his shirt already sliding down from the large bed. "That way, no one will dare lay a hand on you if something were to happen since all you can do is healing…"

Tears slide beautifully down her cheeks and Loki smiled, kissing them away while she spoke, "But I don't have anything to give to you in return…"

"I'm receiving it right now and this gift is much more precious," Loki growled hotly in her ears, feeling the heat rising from within them both, his hands slowly caressed down her body he had so wish to taste. "That would be you, my Goddess Sigyn…"

Mayura bolted right up from where she laid, crying out in pain when feeling her skull clashing into another.

"OI! Watch it!"

Rubbing the upcoming bump with a complaining groan, she cracked an eye open. "Narugami-kun!"

He grumbled under his breath, a hand running through his face to check on anything that's out of place. Yamino's face soon popped out right from behind him, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright now, Mayura-san?"

"Hm? Yes…I guess so," she nodded, feeling the throbbing pain but ignored it. "Why? What happened?"

Narugami gently tapped her on the head with his Mjollnir. "Can't you stay awake and not dazed off for once?"

"I was doing that?"

"Forget it," he sighed, sharply turning his head and glared at Yamino, who flinched at his sudden gaze. "Four-eye, where's Loki now?"

Yamino silently looked over at Mayura. "He left on an errand, Narugami-san."

"An errand?"

"He left to a new fresh mystery, didn't he?" Mayura quickly asked with a pout. "I can't believe he left me out of this!"

Narugami slowly faced her. "By the way… Daidouji …what's happening to you?"

"What about me?"

"You've been dazing off and even fall asleep at very bad timing," he answered, recalling the creamy-brown wolf with a frown. "And what kind of dream were you having? Mumbling Loki's name all the time…"

"Eh?!" Mayura backed away with a blush. "I wasn't dreaming of him!"

Yamino slowly gave a small grin. "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" She protested, covering her face in embarrassment until lowering her hands with a dull look on her face. The other two stared in surprised at the sudden change of mood. "I don't remember anything at all…"

"Nothing?"

"You're right, Narugami-kun…what's wrong with me?" She asked with an indignant expression. "How come I always ended up waking up without remembering anything?"

"Ne! Daidouji! Don't think about it too much!" Narugami said, finding those words out of his lips to her a bit too strange, growing tense from her expression that doesn't go with her always-cheerful face.

"Come now, Mayura-san," Yamino smiled, kneeling down to her level comfortably. "Everything is going to be fine…Loki-sama will know what to do."

Mayura continued to stare at him, her lids slightly lowered.

"Mayura-san?"

Narugami gave a loud shout. "Not again! Four-eye! What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything!" Yamino defended himself with unease, trying to stand but find that he couldn't from the sudden grip on his hands. "Mayura-san?!"

"It's you…" Mayura whispered in a low tone, though from the look in her eyes, she is most definitely not herself while lifting her hand to cupped his cheeks. "You were very lonely, weren't you…? In the sea…so lonely…"

And Yamino stopped, his mind completely blank from her words. He resisted the urge to shudder, trying not to remember the loneliness he felt trapped deep in the ocean.

Narugami's jaws dropped. "Daidouji …!"

"So lonely…"

Sigyn stood off to the side, watching her husband from the distance in the dark and cold place where the smell of the salty sea covered the air. They both waited patiently until the sea thrashed powerfully as a giant Midgard Serpent appeared out of the ocean for the first time, facing Loki who had held his hand out to greet his son. Sigyn felt the cold biting onto her skin but she ignored it; her tears flew with the blowing wind.

"Mother…"

She didn't need to turn around when hearing the chorus of her two twin sons, who stood closely behind her, each of their hands held onto one of her shoulders. She gave a teary smile with great sadness. "Vali…Narfi…your father is just seeing one of your younger half-brothers…"

Vali lowered his face upon her shoulder; a glimpse of creamy-brown hair was seen and spoke in a cute soft voice, "We're here to see you, mother…has everything been well for you since the time we'd left?"

"Of course, but that doesn't mean I did not miss any of my sons…"

He gave a large beaming smile, though it didn't reached his dark eyes when he gazed upon her face.

"How can you still stand beside him when he has three offspring from another?" Narfi spoke in a deep but calm tone, giving a firm yet gentle squeeze. "Three offspring that all the Gods feared of…trapping all of them away for they are part of the prophecy in Ragnarok…"

Sigyn wanted to laugh at his words, yet the most amusing things are her two sons. Vali, though being the oldest of the twins looked the most childish while the youngest, Narfi, appeared more mature and starting to have his father's trait when it comes to attracting women.

"That is why all we can do is pray for the children's life…hoping that Odin will someday set them free…all three of them," Sigyn whispered through her tears, feeling the arms of Vali hugging her strongly from behind. Narfi slightly hesitated, not used to giving such affection but gave in, lowering his cheeks to hers from where she can see his much lighter shade of flaxen hair.

"How can you forgive him so easily of his betrayal? Especially if the woman who bore his three children is no longer here, mother," Narfi asked gently. "Do you love Chichi-ue that much who only gives you pain whenever you're beside him?"

"I never felt any pain or jealousy, Narfi," his mother answered and it was the truth. "Loki…all I felt was love and joy that we both share and he, too, in return."

Vali closed his eyes. "Then the tears you're shedding…?"

"Is the loneliness and suffering I'd sensed coming from Jormungand," she answered, indicating the giant serpent. And slowly, both serpent and Loki turned to them as the Trickster God's face broke in surprise at the sight of his two sons though it quickly changed to warmth and love when his eyes caught with Sigyn.

"I had forgiven him," Sigyn paused with a small smile, her hands held at her chest, "and never regretted it…for the three children of Loki and Angerboda are also my own and I will do anything if asked to help end their suffering. Someday, my sons, we'll all be together as it should be…ne, Jormungand? Loki?"

Loki's eyes gleamed when hearing her soft words while both Vali and Narfi lifted their face, identical dark-colored eyes gazing at their half-brother, who gave a loud screeching cry in the dark night.

And for the first time since he was force to live in the cold and lonely sea of Midgard, Jormungand felt the warmth straight in his heart and was able to return to the sea where his usual tears are free…but tears of burning happiness…

Yamino jerked, feeling the comfort touch on his cheeks gone. His eyes grew large in concern and fear when Mayura fell back on the couch as he held her in his embrace once she lost conscious again.

Narugami looked ready to find anything solid and bashed his head against it. "This is getting to be a bit troublesome."

Yamino ignored him, the familiar warmth suddenly built inside him. "Mayura-san…"

Odin…Narugami mentally thought in his mind, finding the name like poison as his face darkens. I swear to you, if anything were to happen to Daidouji…Loki would not be the only one who'll be against you…Father…