Home Is Where the Heart Heals
Chapter Four
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Frigga turned the pages again and paused as more photographs were placed between them. She carefully picked them up and turned one over, barely containing a laugh once she got a glimpse at it. Thor, curious, turned his head to try and see it from his angle.
"What is it?" He asked expectantly. She shook her head with an amused smile and flipped the picture so that he could see it as well.
On it was a picture of Loki and a teenager girl, Loki with a rather unimpressed look and the girl looking sheepish. It was easy to read the situation considering Loki was sitting among the wreckage of what appeared to be a small cart and the girl held a piece left from the handle. On the bottom of the picture was a small caption scrawled in messy writing that was definitely not Loki's.
"Loki and 'Leena: She's gotta stop causing accidents when excited."
Thor laughed too, much less restrained than his mother's. Frigga skimmed through the pictures as she laid them out to be easily visible. Many held pictures of Loki and the same girl, often with him showing her a battle pose or more of her mishaps. There were also two other children in various pictures, including one VERY adorable one of a sleepy Loki glaring at whoever was taking the picture at the time. The three children were sprawled against him and very obviously fast asleep.
As they looked at the pictures Frigga separated a few that, judging by how the children appeared to have grown, were taken recently. She found names on the bottoms and matched them up with the writing on the pages they'd been tucked between.
There was a picture of a man and woman standing together and smiling, posing for the camera. The man was of average height with just a bit of fat about him. He had short, dark brown hair streaked with grey here and there and his eyes were an odd almost yellow brown. The woman was extremely short, but there was something about her stance that inspired instant respect, not demanded it. She was of average build and had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair going down to her waist.
"Lope and Terla Turks
They are the two who initially took me in, though their children held no small part in my choice to stay longer than I'd first planned. They are both extremely easy-going, and if it weren't for their innate ability to somehow avoid any and all real danger I'd accuse them of being fools for the situations they put themselves in.
Terla is a mage, and an extremely powerful one at that. Mere weeks after I was in her care I had even my worst injuries nothing but memories with nary a scar. She has a keen eyes for detail and a calm disposition. I've yet to see her even irritated. As a healer she treats any and all lives as equals and to her any living being is family. This makes mealtimes interesting, as she makes the most hilarious of faces when eating meats."
They both had to stop for a minute to laugh, possibly more than the situation called for. It was so relieving to see Loki making lighthearted jokes as he had when he was younger.
"She is very similar to you, mother, and I keep finding myself finding similarities between the both of you. Though Terla has a much more silly attitude when she is not required to be serious.
Lope is far more relaxed than his wife, and he has a very straightforward view of things. He is not one to talk unless he needs to though he is not the silent type. He is the one who organizes everything, despite Terla's more authoritative place in their family he has far more of a grasp over how to keep them moving. There's not very much I can say about him otherwise, he's a very simple man and he knows it."
The next picture showed the three children sitting together at a bench.
The oldest, the teenage girl, had her brunette hair up in a ponytail and had her mother's blue eyes. She was a normal height and full-bodied, with skinny arms and legs. The second youngest was a boy who'd inherited his mother's hair with natural bright blonde highlights. Appearance wise he looked a lot like his father, with normal brown eyes and slightly skinnier build. The youngest was a slightly pudgy little girl with beautiful blonde hair in a cute bob. Her eyes were an incredibly deep blue and her eyes drooped slightly behind a pair of glasses despite her awake and cheerful expression.
"Aleena, Jaxel, and Lara Turks
Aleena is the oldest of the children at sixteen, and is very energetic. As you can tell from the other pictures, whenever she becomes excited she tends to drop whatever she's doing. Sometimes quite literally. She is a mage with an unidentified magic, and I believe it is a form that has not yet been recorded. She is capable of sensing the souls of others, whether alive or deceased. You would be rather surprised how many times she is found having a one-sided conversation with some lost spirit. She also has a very fine sense of others' magic as well, being able to tell what kind of spell is being used even under the most powerful of disguises. She can see through most illusions, making it difficult for me to truly surprise her. She can create energy blasts using her energy and with her soul sensing ability can 'borrow' energy from others, always with permission of course. I took it upon myself to give her the major push into fighting properly and now she is rather skilled for her age.
Jaxel is eleven and the middle child, having a very childish personality at times. He is very enthusiastic about magic and is always eager to learn the theoretic side to any spell. Sadly, he has not discovered his form of magic as of yet. Despite this he is always happy to help his older sister with her training and though he's not confident enough to show me Aleena tells me that he's coming along nicely. He can be shy when it comes to sharing his abilities, though he's always excited to share whichever new subject he's been studying.
Lara is only five and is the youngest. I have suspected that Lope and Terla are wishing for another child though, so that may not be the case soon. Lara is, like any child her age, completely carefree. She is the perfect little angel and the only time she ever becomes stubborn is over what she will eat, it is the only reason Terla hasn't turned them all into vegetarians. She was born with a debilitating birth defect, but Terla's skill is so great that once Lara's body could handle it she healed the deformity. I am not sure on what it was, but I do know that had Terla not healed her Lara would have been completely blind and paralyzed in her face. Sadly there is only so far healing magic can go. It was a miracle how far Terla managed to heal her, and there is only one lasting effect. Lara's eyelids are paralyzed, and when she needs to open or close them she has to use her fingers. To solve the issues of blinking Lara keeps her eyes halfway open, and instead of blinking she simply looks up into her head long enough to moisten her eyes. She keeps her head at an odd tilt most of the time to see, and she must wear glasses due to a slight vision impairment left over from her earlier blindness."
Both Frigga and Thor jumped slightly when the door to the library opened and a servant peeked in. Frigga smoothly swept all the pictures together and deposited them in the spot they'd last been reading before there was a chance of the servant seeing.
"My apologies your Majesties, but it is near dinner time and the king asks for your presence at the banquet hall." The servant bowed, an apologetic look for interrupting on her face.
"Does he give a reason?" She asked carefully so as not to show any worry. It was no secret that ever since Loki's disappearance she and Odin had argued many times. She sometimes suspected that the thick helmet he wore was preventing any logic and reason from getting to his brain.
"No your Majesty, just his regards." Ah, so the request was an apology and he had started to miss her since their last spat. At the moment Frigga couldn't even remember what it was about.
"Inform him that I will be joining him shortly," She nodded regally and the servant left with another bow. "It appears we may need to stop for the moment." She sighed. Thor looked regretfully at the book.
"It seems so, though I wish we could continue on." He sighed as well.
"Fear not, we may continue in the morn and some time to think over what we've learned will do us good." She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second, a silent show of understanding. She took the book from her lap and stood up gracefully. She then hid the book using several illusion and alarm spells, making sure that if anyone were to even go NEAR the book she would be alerted immediately. Thor couldn't even follow how many spells she used, due to the complexity of them.
"I shall attend with you." Thor said as she finally finished up.
"Odin would be rather surprised if you didn't," She chuckled. "I can hardly recall you ever missing a meal alone." Indeed, the only times he'd ever avoided the banquet hall would be with the Warriors Three and Sif or with his mother in recent times.
They walked to the banquet hall together in silence, both contemplating the book and its contents.
In another dimension...
"Lo'!" A gruff voice called. "Are you okay? You looked zoned out." A young man with multiple piercings came and sat next to the trickster with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm fine Gajeel." He laughed. "Just sensing my Book. I set a few spells on it so that I could feel when it was being read, along with hear what was being said about it. I'm surprised mother didn't sense it..." He mused the last part to himself.
"Really? Isn't that a bit much?" Gajeel looked at him.
"No, it is also so that if the Book comes into the hands of anyone it was not intended to I could renew the protection spell and by a last resort destroy it." Loki relaxed into his chair.
"Huh. Is that why you made copies of the pictures?" Gajeel leaned on the back legs of the chair.
"Yes, and the writing inside of it." Loki looked around the crowded guild hall and found himself honestly missing his mother and Thor. Especially his brother, Laxus had wanted to meet him as soon as he'd mentioned that Mjolnir could channel lightning and was constantly asking about him...
Gajeel snorted. "Paranoid much?"
"I like to think of it as 'prepared'. Which, by the way, you are not."
"What are you-" Gajeel's baffled look changed to one of surprise as Elfman flew into him from the brawl that Gray and Natsu had just started. "SALAMANDER!" He roared from the ground. He threw the bigger man off and jumped to his feet with a growl, which Natsu completely ignored.
Loki cast a shield spell just in time to watch Macao fly into it and slide down painfully. He winced and shook his head.
"That one's going to hurt tomorrow." He said thoughtfully as the man just jumped up and dove right back into the fight.
"Excuse me Loki?" He turned to see Wendy standing outside his safe dome with a sheepish look. "Could I..?" She tapped the surface slightly.
"Of course," He smiled and opened the shield long enough for her to slip inside before closing it again. "Did you wish to speak to me or were you just seeking shelter?"
"Just looking for a safe spot," She admitted with a shrug. "But we can talk if you want to."
They then proceeded to have a nice chat about their favorite drinks as a brawl went on around them.
Just a normal day in Fairy Tail.
Oh geez. XD Does anyone else get the feeling that Loki might be a little TOO at home in the chaos that is Fairy Tail? Idek anymore aksjsljafkj.
Lol, so this chapter I took some time to give you guys descriptions of the Turks. They aren't going to have very much focus on them, but I'm considering drawing the pictures themselves and posting them on Deviantart. What do you guys think?
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