A small puddle of water hung in the air, right above Rhaenerys' face. The small puddle shifted in many forms, from a circle to an uneven blob. Rhay's face glimmered happily, as she watched the small puddle dance before her eyes. Her small hands were raised, making the blob move which ever way she wanted. A small giggle erupted from the little girl, causing her to lose focus and drop the puddle. The puddle had landed in a small splash on her and her mothers legs, where Rhay had just laughed, leaving Daenerys shocked.
"How did you do that..?" She had asked, resting her chin upon the girls small head, knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. She instead got the cute baby gibberish, but a mother could always tell what their child was saying. "Oh, is that right?" Dany wrapped her arms around her daughter lovingly, kissing her cheek in the process.
Rhaenerys just looked up to her with her big lilac eyes, raising her hand and grabbing her moms cheek happily, saying something more in baby talk.
"Do it again?" Dany questioned, raising a small eyebrow to her. Rhay just laid back against her mother tiredly and kicked her legs around. Dany just smiled and ran her fingers though the girls long silky black hair, which was adorned with a small ribbon and braid. She thought back to Loki, and his magic abilities, knowing Rhaenerys was going to take after him, seeing as how she had already begun learning the wonders of magic on her own. She just wished Loki was here to guide her with it, to make sure she wasn't doing something bad.
But for now, making small puddles float was no harm to them.
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Loki sat on the small pew in the glass chamber they had stuck him in, did these foolish humans think that this alone was going to contain him? That aside, Loki had really made no attempt to escape this flying fortress, instead he was content with just his thoughts, which of course were usually interrupted by Thor, like usual.
But the atmosphere in his confinement was serene at the moment, he was not being bugged by Natasha, Thor, or Nick furry, though his thoughts were the exact opposite of serene. His mind was murky, not believing how his life could have went so downhill so quick. And no, he wasn't thinking about being in this cramped glass cell, everything else but the latter. How in a blink of an eye he lost all family, not just his wife and daughter, but the people he grew up thinking were his parents. Then to find out they were the cause of his wife being burned to death then his daughter being gifted away to some family.
Loki took a deep breath, knowing fully well it was utterly useless to get worked up about the topic. By the time he had re-opened his eyes he saw him, Thor standing on the other side of the glass. "Is there any particular reason you're here this time?"
Thor stood there for a moment before sliding a chair from the back of the large room to the wall of glass. "Brother, I just wanted you to know I did everything in my power to stop him." He explained, folding his hands over his lap. Loki just raised a brow. "Father would have none of Mother and I's protests." Which was a true statement. Odin would never give Thor or Frigga a chance to state their opinions on the matter. His opinion was influenced solely that she was as much danger to Asgard as her father was to Westeros beyond the mountains. It haunted Thor the following nights, knowing his father would have stooped to such levels on an assumption.
Loki watched Thor dully. "Spare me your words, Thor, they wont bring them back. Now if you please, I want to be left alone." Thor merely looked down at the cold hard floor, his blue eyes darkened with grief. He could only imagine the pain Loki was going through, unable to see this happening to his own family.
Thor stood upright, grabbing the chair by the back with his lean arm. "As you wish, brother." And with that, Thor stood the chair where it was sitting before and walked out of the room, leaving Loki alone in his glass compartment.
He was left alone once more, a feeling he ought to get used to, the cold feeling of knowing you have nothing left to go back to. Instead of realizing this fact, Loki chose another path to take, honing his magic skills.
He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, something he much needed from the horrid fluorescent lights above him, and clasped his hands together on his lap. Did he dare try to focus in on Asgard? Yes, he dared, as he let his magic do the work. He focused in on the energy of the souls to begin with, most had a dull hazy blue around the soul, which was standard for most Æsir. A handful of toned down green souls were scattered among the crowds, which signaled healers, they worked magic with herbs and those sorts. Nothing stood out to Loki, everything looked the same. He didn't sense his daughters soul, at least not within the perimeter he was searching.
Of course, he had nothing better to do in this cell, so he continued. He expanded the area he was searching until he had reached the outskirts of the city, furrowing his brows in the process. He had seen no little purple-blue soul like he should have, which filled him with concern, then doubt. Had Thor been telling him the truth about what had happened to Rhaenerys? Was she too burned alongside her mother?
Another deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm. He kept expanding the perimeter of his magic, now way past the city limits. More hazy blue souls, the few green souls, the few white souls (which meant they were elderly; near death), but no little purple-blue soul.
This was taking a while, and draining his magic quickly, but thankfully for him he was well trained, he was quick at regenerating his strength and magic. He was heading north, scouring the land a soul at a time. His eyes remained closed, clenched with determination that he would find that soul no matter what.
A very long time had passed, still only finding the souls he didn't care for. Until of course, he had found a small purple-blue soul, one he found remarkably similar to Rhaenerys' soul. With what little magic he had left, he zoomed into the soul, almost instantly recognizing that this was the soul he was searching for.
Her tiny soul was accompanied by two blue souls and one purple soul. Purple, meaning magic of the other kind, usually destruction, illusion, conjuration, or darker magic. This must be the one, the family that was merely taking care of his child while he was unable to. He watched the four souls for a moment, his feelings were a mixture of angry and content, but as the moment had passed, Loki blacked out.
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"And them?" Daenerys had questioned, pointing her index fingers towards two people walking past them in the gardens, turning her violet eyes back towards Loki for an answer. Loki was sitting beside her, on a beautifully carved bench in the royal gardens. Rhaenerys sat contently in his lap, her tiny week old fist in her mouth as she gummed at it.
Loki raised a brow and focused in. "The woman has a blue soul, the elder man has a lighter blue soul. He's most likely going to pass away within the upcoming weeks." He stated, leaving the focus of his magic and looking back to his wife with his shining green eyes. She smiled, very much impressed with this, though he has shown her more extravagant spells he knew.
"What color is your soul?" She asked, cocking her head to the side a tad, entwining her fingers over her lap as she awaited his next answer.
"Ah. I cannot see my own soul." He smiled at her, though she did look saddened by his response. "But, when I was younger and being taught the fundamentals of magic, I had asked the very same question. The sorcerer said my soul was a darker blue, basically a deep violet. I never understood why my soul differed colors than most Æsir." He thought for a small moment before returning to what he was saying. "But Frost Giants have dark blue souls, so I would imagine the dark blue soul combined with the purple magic soul would make my darker violet soul."
Daenerys nodded, a small smile grew upon her face. Why was she so interested in this? She grew up never learning about magic, where she had come from it was shunned upon, most people turned their backs when faced a question about magic. But magic was something she found normal now, and if anything it was more interesting than just brutal sword fighting. Another question popped up in her mind. "What about Rhaenerys soul? What color is hers?"
"A violet color, not as dark as mine of course." He turned his gaze towards the little girl sitting happily on his lap, watching the small yellow birds on the ledge in front of her. She giggled as a small bird flew away off into the tree down the garden trail. Dany merely nodded.
"And what about mine?" She raised a delicate eyebrow, the question had been itching to come out. Was hers just a normal blue like the majority of people in Asgard? She hoped not, finding that too boring. Maybe it was a green, though she had never tried her hand at healing or magic healing in her life.
"Your soul." He said with a small smile. "Is one that I've never seen before. Your soul burns a fierce red, very amazing."
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AN: Sorry, this is a small chapter. :I But I've been in and out of the hospital and doctors office's in the past week, so I didn't have much time to write. But this is, (in my opinion) where the story gets better, and I hope you guys think so too. Thank you so much for the reviews, they make me really happy :)
Disclaimer: I am still not owning GOT or THOR characters.
