Loki's sixth green moon brings new interests. The small Jötun Prince had found several texts that told him about the other realms. He would sit for hours, snuggled next to one of his family members reading about the great tree of Yggdrasil and its many realms. He didn't have a favourite as of yet, but he loved reading about the masters of seidr in Vanaheim and the vast fields of Alfheim. The small Jotün wished to know everything there was about the worlds that surrounded him.

"Da! Da!" Squealed a young voice, light footsteps echoing through the throne room as Loki ran excitedly up to his Dam, who sat on one of the large chairs overlooking the hall. The small figure seemed so tiny as he made his way through the mass of Jotün, some kneeling, others seated at numerous tables. Laufey immediately stopped addressing the soldiers before him and reached down, scooping up his youngest child and then leaning back into his seat.

Loki leaned into his Dam. Small azure feet standing upon the older Jotüns thigh, the front of his torso rested against one side of his Dams chest. It was bare, the only skin showing through the thick white fur that lay on his shoulders. The longest part covered his back, falling past his hips and hiding the top of his dark blue dhoti. The small Jotüns hair had grown a lot, the thick charcoal locks reached the back of his knees when out. But at the current time Loki's hair was arranged in large strips, all but one was curled and pinned to his head, a lone strip the braided, resting over one of his shoulders. Emerald gems were woven into the dark strands that matched the small stones within his thin gold bangles that hung off his thin wrists and ankles.

They chimed together as Loki reached one arm around his Dams neck, the other tightly holding a thick text. Laufey wrapped a large forearm around his waist, pulling him close before lightly kissing his forehead.

"Yes my jewel?" Inquired the older Jötun.

Loki seemed slightly embarrassed for being so loud around strangers. He usually was rather quiet, shouting was only on rare occasions.

"You've been to Midgard right?" He asked quietly, gazing up at his Da.

Laufey thought for a moment, his last trip to Midgard hadn't ended well, he could only really hope Loki wasn't inquiring about the war.

"Yes I have." He stated in reply.

"What's it like? It says here that there is lots of land but the climate is different in different places. Like in some places it's like Muspelheim and in others it's like here? And then theirs other places that has trees like Yggdrasil! Is it true?"

Even though his voice was now quiet, his tone was still filled with excitement.

"Yes, that it true." Laufey replied quietly, nuzzling into the small Jotüns hair.

"Wow..." Whispered Loki, relaxing further into his Dams hold, Laufey continued to rub circles in his back, loosening his hold has the smaller Jotün slid down onto his Dams lap before silently going back to his book.

Laufey let a small smile grace his lips, his youngest was defiantly unique. Most Frost Giants at his age wanted to battle and destroy things. The mention of Midgard would usually result in an eruption of angry growls.

Looking back up to his court, Laufey continued his orders, going back to addressing his crowd.


A piercing scream shattered the silence that fell over the castle of Jotünheim. Loki sat abruptly in his bed, the numerous furs around his soaked his sweat and tears. The small Jotün felt cold, colder than usual. Tears poured down his small face as violent sobs teared through his small frame.

He was terrified.

And he didn't even now why.

He continued to wail, the shadows in his room seemed daunting, shifting and changing, their long claws reaching out to grab the shivering figure.

Loki grabbed at the surround furs pulling them desperately towards him.

There was a loud thud and a tall shadow stood at his doorway. The small Jotüns sobs seemed to grow in volume as the large figure approached him, the shadows actions seemed frantic. A large hand reached for him, grabbing ahold of his forearm.

"Little Prince, Little Prince! What is wrong?" Asked the shadow. The panic slowly seeped from him as he recognised a guard. The fear inside him stayed but the feeling of relief swept over him. He lunged forward, his small figure wrapping shaking arms around the guards' neck.

A fresh wave of sobs ripped through his body as he buried his head in the man shoulder.

"Da! Sire! Please!" He gasped, small hand clinging.

The guard quickly lifted him, holding the young prince close before making his was towards his rulers' chamber.

"King! King!" He shouted, barging into the shared chamber of Farbauti and Laufey. Farbauti let out a violent growl before he was silenced by the broken sobs of his youngest child. Loki turned to his parents, his arms outstretched in a silent plea. His Sire quickly stood, marching over to his youngest and pulling him into a secure hold.

"Out!" He shouted at the guard, who obeyed immediately.

The King of Jotünheim quickly returned to his bed and partner, trying desperately to calm down the small Jotün in his arms.

Loki just continued to cry, clinging desperately to his Sire, as if he was the only reason he was still living. After numerous attempts from both him and Laufey to get the child to stop wailing, Farbauti simply lay down, holding Loki close to his chest as Laufey covered all of them in furs. Loki's Dam lay next to him, sandwiching the small Jotün between his parents.

Both were quite distraught, not knowing what had upset Loki, not knowing how to console the shivering form.

Eventually the sobs turned to whimpers, which then turned to hiccups and soon the small prince was asleep in his Sires embrace, tear tracks prominent on his face.


They never found out what had upset Loki so much. He refused to sleep alone, sobbing uncontrollably and clinging to his parents. On the rare occasions were Laufey and Farbauti needed 'alone time', Loki would be handed over to one of his siblings. Every time asked, the small Jotün would shake his head, thick tears threatening to fall. He would then always go to his Sire, wanting desperately to be cuddled.

Farbauti would of course comply, holding the small boy close and whispering words of comfort. These moments upset him greatly. He felt as if he had failed, failed to protect what he held most dear.


Much to Loki's disappointment, there were no plants in Utgard. The only flora in Jotünheim was high up in the mountains. The small Jotün had searched for days in the large library for a book about the different greenery in the nine realms.

"I want to go to Midgard." Mumbled Loki from his eldest brothers lap.

Helblindi glanced down, raising a hairless eyebrow. He was twelve green moons old and he had already become a strong warrior. Not as strong as he parents or the high warriors but he was above average when it came to strength.

Helblindi stood, a thick arm wrapped around his baby brothers torso, the fur around Loki's shoulders sat against the older Jotüns chest.

"Do you?" Helblindi asked, using his big brother voice, his tone almost teasing.

Loki giggled softly, swinging his legs, the bangles on his ankles jingled loudly. The combination was almost angelic.

"Yes, I want to see the trees and the grass and the flowers!" Loki's voice seemed full of excitement. "I want to see green!"

Helblindi chuckled lightly; his voice had become deeper since the last solstice.

"One day." He commented.

Loki just nodded, trying to spin in his brothers' grip. Helblindi complied, turning his brother the face him, chest to chest, his arm now hooked on Loki's thigh.

The smaller Jotün, gazed at his eldest brother since their were at eye level. Helblindi just ignored him, walking down one of the numerous halls of the palace. Loki giggled again, reaching his small hands up to grasp his brothers cheeks. They were so tiny compared to his brothers and yet this didn't bother him, his family loved him so it didn't matter that he was small.

He met Helblindi's gaze, both their faces blank.

"Promise?" He inquired. The older Jotün then smiled at his brothers' question.

"Of course." He said warmly, dead serious.

Loki's face lit up, a beautiful smile graced his lips. He then leaned forward and lightly kissed Helblindi's nose before removing his hands and snuggling into his chest.


Loki didn't know how he found it. But it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

It was a rare moment where he was alone. He lay in one of the many private courtyards, his white fur blending into the thick snow beneath him. He wasn't upset, but he wasn't happy either. Loki just wanted to be alone. Everything just seemed so suffocating.

He lay on his back, staring up at the vast blue sky. It was one of those rare days where the sun shone down on the people of Jotünheim. Most found it uncomfortable, but Loki felt a strange softness from the offending rays. A strange warmth.

The small Jotün turned onto his side, staring at the white that met him. Sometimes Jotünheim seemed so bland, it wasn't like Asgard, or Midgard or even Alfheim. It was just stone, ice and many layers of snow.

But something caught his eye, something so foreign and odd. A small sprout if green shone through the snow, standing out like the gems in his hair. It was rather close and Loki forced himself to do another complete roll so he was only inches from the timid object.

It was only a single stem, so tiny and delicate. Two small leaves sprouted from the thin stalk. Loki took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and then opening them again. Trying to make sure the plant before him was actually there.

And it was. It was real. It was so much more precious than what his books said. Much more beautiful than the gems in his hair and the gold on his wrists.

His breath came out in a small fog, dancing around the small but of greenery. He reached a hand forward timidly, it sliding through the snow below. His fingers came in contact with a brown substance; he knew it was there for the plant.

He gathered it and carefully made into a mound around the small plant. Small fingers seemed to glide over the soil. He didn't know what to do, but he felt as if he never wanted to leave. He just wished to lay there wand watch the small shrub forever.

But he also wanted to touch. Loki wished to know what it felt like to feel the plant. To touch another living thing. Something other than a Jotün.

He timidly reached forward, his bangles clanging softly. Thin dirt covered his small fingers, it was also under his fingernails.

The small Jotün didn't know what to expect. He wished he could have simply caressed the small shrub, but nothing was ever that simply.

When his small fingers touched the surface of one of the leaves, and for a moment he felt the strange sensation. It was smooth and soft, nearly as soft as the many furs that layered his bed.

But the feeling didn't last long.

Ice seemed to leap from his fingertips. Spreading quickly over the plant. And by the time he had recoiled, holding his fist to he chest, the small shrub had turned a dark brown.

Loki's hand shook as he reached forward for a second time, lightly tapping the small plant. He wasn't smooth anymore. He broke at his touch, the now brown plant collapsing to the snow below.

The small Jotün lay there for a moment, tears threatening to fall. He took a deep, shaking breath, attempting to calm himself down.

There was a noise behind him and Loki quickly sat up, gazing over at the new presence.

Laufey looked down at his youngest child, seeing the sadness in his eyes.

"Loki?" He questioned, voice calm and quiet.

At the sight of his Dam, Loki's defences broke, large tears rolling down his face before freezing when they met the fur around his neck.

Laufey crouched down on one knee, opening his arms. The small Jotün gasped for breath between the loudspeaker sobs that now erupted from him. He quickly stood up and stumbled towards his Dam, burying his face in the crook of the older Jotüns neck.

Laufey stood, cooing at his upset child before kissing the side of his temple, rocking his gently.

He glanced over at the dead plant the wilted upon the snow and sighed.

His baby had to find out somehow.

A/N: Sorry for the wait :P Thanks for all the reviews and stuff that I'm getting! A Dhoti is traditional india type pants, (google it), I think the style is just so right... Please keep reading and reviewing and EVERYTHING! haha thanks again ;)