I think that Loki is one of the hardest characters to write just because he must have so many thoughts going through his head at once. Lots of explaining in this chapter seriously I think most problems anywhere arise from miscommunication or not enough communication.

CH 6

Loki woke up with a start. He was in a room which had a lit fireplace with walls that seemed to be made entirely of shelves filled with books and scrolls. He could almost feel the magic coming off of them. What was he doing in a library in Asgard, particularly one he had never been to? He rubbed his forehead only to stare at his hand. It was Jotun blue. He gasped the events from the previous day rushing back to him.

His hand immediately went to his throbbing side they must have given him something strong to make him so disoriented. His eye danced around the room until his gaze focused on... King Laufey? Who was sitting on a chair made of ice? The situation made little sense to him. He did a quick revitalizing spell.

Everything clicked in place. His magic was still intact so he wasn't being kept prisoner? This was probably a room built for visiting ambassadors or guests unaccustomed to the cold. Escape, Laufey's breath was even indicating sleep. It was simple go invisible slip out and run. He didn't belong here, he belonged back home on Asgard. Negotiations, he slowly pulled himself up only to meet the red eyes of his biological father, awake? He tried to stifle the wince but failed horribly.

"Going somewhere?" Laufey cracked a smile as if something about the situation amused him.

"Yes back home!" He hissed, completely ignoring the nagging voice in his mind that kept telling him he was here to negotiate a peace treaty.

Laufey chuckled. "This is your home my son."

"It never was and never will be." He snapped back.

Laufey sighed like a tired parent who was witnessing a tantrum of a small child. He was not a child and he would not be ordered to do anything against his own desires. He would not be used by anyone for any purpose!

Laufey shrugged away his response hesitantly as if his response had somehow cut him. "You remind me of myself when I was your age rash and stubborn ready to fight all nine realms if need be."

"I am nothing like you! You monster! "This, this was not his father! Leaving him alone to die, and even if he didn't where was he then?

Realizing he was still in Jotun form he shifted into his Aesir form. He gasped suddenly as a realization hit him, "Wha- What am I?" How was it that he could shift so effortlessly? With no magic?

"You are my son," Laufey replied. "Yes but what more than that?" Loki yelled back. He was losing it! This was just like the conversation with Allfather, they were running in circles his head was running in circles. "Let me go," he suddenly demanded. He needed to cut something up punch something destroy something or else whatever it was that was in him would eat him alive from the inside out.

He paused his breathing coming out in unnatural gasps. The sound was foreign even to his own ears.

Laufey frowned at him, was that concern etched on his face? What did it matter it was hard to read Jotuns he needed to go now! "Is that what they taught you in Asgard? That we, you are a monster?" Loki was about to reply but Laufey cut him off. "Are you aware that like you Odin is only half Aesir?"

This opened up a whole torrent of questions in his mind, his head hurt he had never in his entire existence felt so lost, consumed, it was like trying to swim in an ocean with no end. He could feel the walls closing in on him. When did it become so hot in here? He looked down at his hands, Jotun again.

"Loki!" Laufey yelled in alarm. He motioned a hand and the fire went out, suddenly it became cooler. He gasped as he turned back into his Aesir form and was greeted by a cold blast of air. "I need to go." muttered Loki. Now! Back to Asgard back to his room back to his books back to Thor wearing his patience thin, back to his life, back to how it used to be, how it was supposed to be! He never thought he'd ever miss the warrior three so much.

Laufey sighed. "I cannot, will not hold you here against your will, but will you at least hear me out?" Loki eyed him warily. Since when did royals particularly kings explain their actions? He wanted to go but his still sane and intact side ordered him to stay and listen. Wait like he always did before forming a strategy and a plan of attack or in this case a plan to punish whoever it was that truly wronged him. But that look Laufey had given him when he had first realized that Loki was his son it filled something in him even if it was for a brief moment and even if he suspected it was all an act and Laufey was playing him like a harp.

"Alright," he replied hoping he sounded less lost as he did.

"Thank you," Laufey said as if what Loki was doing was to him a great favor. "I will start from the beginning, so that you understand my actions though I do not expect forgiveness."

Loki inclined his head in assent. This sounded fair. After all he had never been given a chance to explain why he did things, or his explanations were never good enough for the Allfather to excuse them.

"Asgard has a peculiar method of eliminating history it does not deem fit in its great halls," Laufey explained with an undercurrent of malice.

"Bor's first wife was from Asgard. Together they had a daughter Fin."

"What does this have to do with me?" The question hung in the air.

"Everything," replied Laufey, "She is, was your mother."

Loki tried to contain his composure but was failing miserably the shock evident on his face.

"Bor married again after his first wives death, this time not for political purposes but for love. Bestia was not even from Jotunheim's royal family, they had Odin."

"I've never heard of Fin and the records say you married Faurbauti." Loki frowned. A thought crossed him. "Unless," but the possibility was slim, "she was disowned?"

Laufey shot him a glance as if he had misjudged something in him. "Not for the reason, you think no not for marrying me. She was in league with Malekith during the Great War."

"A black sheep in the house of Odin," Loki muttered under his breath, everything made more sense now. He looked back at his fath- King Laufey. "What came next?" he demanded. He needed to know everything.

"She was lost confused angry that her father remarried," Laufey continued in his harsh voice. "She was disowned for her treachery, I gave her a second chance, convinced her she was in the wrong, and we married, fell in love."

"Fin was redeemed but she decided she didn't want to return, she faked her death and cloaked herself in magic becoming Faurbauti my frost giant wife. I decided I wanted to subjugate Midgard. Allfather fought back." Loki sensed there was more to the story but doubted simply asking would get him anywhere. It never did on Asgard. "The war was brutal more so because it ended in half of Jotunheim in ruins. At the time she was with child and had just given birth. I hid her away in a temple with a few of my best warriors. But when I returned all were killed. I couldn't find you. What I now think happened was she using her last magic cast a concealing spell on you allowing only a close relative to discern you from the scene Bor had rejected her but Odin never did. He saw you his nephew. He must have been confused at how you survived the Asgardian's were ordered to kill all enemies on sight. I would have done no less."

The revelation settled Loki's mind somewhat. If he was a monster then Odin was one as well. The idiocy, to teach someone to hate themselves. The door suddenly opened. "Father, the ambassador is here." It was Byleistr

A ridiculous thought crossed his mind but it would bother him so he asked, "You married your sister?"

That received a chuckle from Laufey and a barking laugh from his brother? "No, I adopted my nephews after my sister's death. By Jotun law they are now my sons." Laufey replied.

Laufey stepped out with his cousin leaving Loki in the room alone. But that suited him just fine. His thoughts were sorted now but his mind could sense the holes in the response. From what he had only recently learned Jotunheim kept record of everything. And if more than one knew the history then he was sure to get some real answers for once in his life.

Lady Frigga hummed as she brushed out her hair placing the comb down on her desk she began rebraiding her hair and although there was nothing wrong with it in the first place she liked styling her hair while she sorted her thoughts. This evening they weren't only focused on her husband Odin who had yet not awoken from his sleep and could possibly not awaken, nor was it on her beloved eldest who according to her was perfectly safe on a realm like Midgard. It lingered slightly on her adored youngest who had traveled to Jotunheim for the sake of the realm but she was almost sure he would be safe there as well.

No today her mind was on certain something or in this case a someone, someone who needed to be taught a lesson. There was a knock on the door, "Enter," she replied.

Lieutenant Angborn trailed by Lady Sif entered.

"You wished to see me milady?" Frigga nodded her head and Angborn marched outside.

"Indeed my dear," Frigga smiled sweetly; oh she had the perfect solution to Sif's blatant disregard for others particularly a certain someone in the royal family.

"I have reviewed your adventures with my son," she really hadn't she was making this up hehe it was nice to be queen. "And of course," Frigga continued, "Taking into account your own bravery I have decided that you are worthy of joining the royal StarGaurd!"

Sif's face broke into a smile. "Oh thank you! You are too kind!"

"Yes, yes," muttered Frigga, "Now you are aware that you are the first women after myself to be awarded such an honor and although I received the title shield maiden immediately I have no doubt you will in no time work your way up among the ranks!"

Sif dropped to one knee. "Milady I will not fail you!" the pride in her eyes was unmistakable.

"You will be working under Lieutenant Angborn. Do not forget that your success may pave the way for other female warriors such as yourself."

Frigga allowed herself to burst out laughing only after Lady Sif was feet from her rooms. What better way to punish a subject then with a duty they desired yet would never be able to uphold. Lady Sif was adamant in playing what Loki had told her Midgardian's called a Xena. Trapezing around with her son on adventures playing soldier was one thing, but actually carrying out the mundane day to day duties was another.

Frigga undid her braid once more as she contemplated on the offer of the Dwarven ambassador. But she couldn't help it. Another fiendish grin crossed her features. Sometimes she wondered whether she had learned her wit and cunning from Loki or whether he had after observing her dealing with her maids learned from her.

Yep don't mess with a bears cub she'll bite!