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Translations : Heill - 'Good luck, good omen', Yfirloki - 'Above destruction'

Frabauti

The three Jotnar that Loki didn't know were eight or nine feet tall and the way that they all ringed him, even if he shape-shifted into mouse-form he would have a hard time escaping.

'Mother said they have different magic then we do and the only of our magic that works on them is illusions, but already they have seen me and they know I can't go anywhere. This is going to go anything, but well for me, that already I can tell.'

Behind him Helblindi or Byleistr said, "Queen Frabauti requests an audience with thee, O' Prince Loki."

He turned to look at Fabauti's gaurds, "Please give Her Majesty my most humblest of apologies, but I would retire until tomorrow morning. Mayhaps I dareth to suggest it might be post-poned until the ending of the peace-accords, as we would not be so stressed and thusly able to talk more freely ?"

The one with dark-rose eyes looked to the other who had light-ruby eyes and shook his head, "Nay, she would speak to thee, now, whither you come willing or not. Is not that so, Helblindi ?"

Helblindi nodded then said, "Aye 'tis so, Byleistr. What sayeth you, littlest one ?"

A seconds comptemplation, and even tighter encircling, later, he answered, "That I might have words with Her Majesty."

Byleistr with a terrific smile, waved a great hand slightly and the ones stood behind him quickly grabbed hold of his shoulders. It made him flinch when he felt the ice freezing the soft fabric of his robes. 'Better not to struggle than to be frozen to illness or near to death with a single touch.'

Of course, he was lifted all too easily and carried off towards the Queen of Jotunheim's chambers. Like his own chambers, they were made of light-wooded cedar, Frabauti sat in a silver-gilt chair in the middle of her audience-chamber. Her hair now was loose about her shoulders, though it only slightly softened her eyes. Frabauti raised a dainty, comparatively speaking to the other Jotnar, hand and the two holding him let go.

Made sure that the gaurds had moved away, so that he had plenty of room to do so himself, and then bowed, "Heill Frabauti, Queen of Jotunheim. Thou wishest to speak with me of a matter ?"

She tilted her head slightly as she stood and walked the few feet to look down at him, "Heill Loki, Prince of Asgard." Fully surprised he was not when she sneered at saying, "Asgard.", seeing how Father had beaten her husband Laufey on his own World. "You may relax, it's not the peace-accords I want to talk of."

While he asked, "What do you want to talk of then ?", he moved slightly away as she leaned down.

Further still Frabauti leaned, her eyes intense in their focus, "You."

"What of me ?"

"You were born days before Odin invaded Jotunheim and then banned Bifrost travel to my home were you not ?"

Perhaps it was that tiny bit of desperation in her eyes that made him uncomfortable as he replied, "I don't see what that has to do with anything, but yes, I was."

"Laufey and I, we wanted a strong name that sounded close to Great Ymir's and yet also Laufey's, my little Yfirloki was born on the Midgardian Winter Solstice. He was smaller than Laufey liked, but not even an hour later he froze the ruby we used it to see how strong the magic would become so that it broke into pieces. I was so proud of him and after mainly we named him Loki or 'destruction' because of it. He disappeared just a few days before Odin invaded."

He shook his head, refusing to believe what was being said to him, refusing to believe the implications. Quickly, he backed away as she reached for him, panicked and horrified thoughts flew through his head. 'It's not true, it cannot be ! I don't look anything like them ! You don't look like Mother, Father or Thor either. Mother said I just took more blood from Grandmother instead, that's all ! I cannot be related to these beings, it's impossible, Mother bore me days after Thor, Mother did.'

Something, perhaps it was a sword flat or just one of the Jotnar's hands, either way an object hit him and everything went black. Thor appeared then getting very roughly and throughly fucked by a grey-furred bull on the red-blanketed bed. All the while, the black-haired Prince of Alfar, who floated in the far upper corner of the light-golden room, threw grown wolves at the pair and laughed like he'd been possessed of madness. As the wolves turned and threw themselves at him, he noticed their eyes were red, and then he was buried under an avalanche of crushing bodies.

Startled, he awoke but, refused to open his eyes praying to Valhalla that it was all just some nightmare. That when he opened them Thor would be laid beside him, deeply asleep like always, and there would be sunlight filtering through the window. Thor wasn't there, an unfamiliar fur blanket wrapped him and there was no sunlight, yet a ceiling of frosted-ice glittered above him.

Helblindi leaned over him, "A day near you were asleep, I thought you were stronger then that, half-brother."

Angered, he snarled back, "I am definitely not your brother nor am I even half your brother ! My mother is Frigga, Queen of Asgard !"

'I am not his half-brother, I am not his half-brother ! Thor, Mother, Father, Aunt Freyr, Thor, someone must have noticed I am missing. Come to me, Brother, come in all of your furious glory to save me !'