Ta-da! So here I present to you, lovely occupants of earth, the next chapter in this adventurous story of Loki and his love. I hope you really enjoy this one. It's a few snippets of everyone, and, for your pleasure, a little thing to make you go ooo at Nahari's character! Thank you all for you brilliant reviews… they make me smile so much. Please, please, please read and comment your brilliance for this chapter!
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KneelBeforeMe – yay! I love cuteness! I don't know why, but even in the films, I just imagined that Thor would accept him straight away, not matter what, because of the strong brotherly bond they share, and because Thor really does love him. I can imagine him being shocked at his parent's maybe, but not Loki. I don't know, I think I just have a soft spot for him that's all lol. Loves forever xx
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"What happened to him?" the golden haired queen exclaimed in fear and her eldest son burst into the healing chambers with her youngest in his arms. The blonde god rushed past his mother and father and placed his unconscious brother onto a bed gently, not wanting to disturb his leg even more than what was already done to it on the horse. "Answer me, my son. What happened?"
"Loki was attacked, mother. He took off into the mouth of a beast; literally. It was not a pleasant sight at all. His leg has gone septic in such a short space of time. I fear that it is poisoned" explained the wielder of the mighty hammer.
"Why did he take off? Was he not with you?" Odin asked in a stern voice.
"...he was... running from me, father" spoke Thor, his eyes sorrowful, knowing what his father was about to ask him, and indeed he did; Odin stepped forward and spoke.
"Where is she, my son?"
"Father, I do not want to appear disobedient or rude in the slightest, but, I will not tell you until I speak with you, and I would father, as well as you mother, I would speak with you both in private" replied the commander of the storms.
"My lords and lady, your son will be safe and well under my supervision if you wish to leave the room to converse alone" a healer said, approaching the royal family on hearing Thor's words.
"That would be kind of you my dear. We will return soon" the queen answered with a smile, reached out, taking Odin's arm in her hand, guiding him away from their youngest son, lying, unconscious. Thor allowed his parents to walk in ahead and gulped harshly. "Is the hall private enough for you my son? It is the closest room to us"
"That will be perfect, mother" the god of thunder said. The king and queen of Asgard led their eldest son through the golden halls and corridors in complete silence. Frigga, worried for her youngest son. Odin silently annoyed at his eldest for not answering him straight away regarding the where abouts of that palace maid, and Thor, Thor felt nervous about addressing his parents about their lie and about, for once, letting Loki be happy with his woman. Two guards up ahead eyed the approaching king and opened the doors to the grand hall, bowing their heads in respect. Odin smiled warmly and entered the room, his wife behind him and Thor behind her. All three royals strode over to the thrones quickly and the All-Father took a seat on his throne and his wife stood beside him, both smiling down at their blonde son.
"Now, Thor, what would you speak with us about?" Odin's voice boomed, very business-like. Thor held his arms behind his back and took a deep breath before confidence overwhelmed him and he stood up straight an looked his father straight in the eye.
"It is a matter... A few matters about Loki..." Thor began. "... Loki stumbled upon something during his hiding. Something that you BOTH lied to him about!" Frigga gasped at the accusation, holding a hand on her chest, looking completely abashed by her son's words.
"And what have we lied about, my son?" Odin said, calmly
"Loki is Jotun born; not your birth child" Thor stated feeling highly angered at this fact that was kept from Loki all these years. Loki had been of age for many years; classes as mature, a man, ready and fit
For marriage; something as delicate as that, his heritage, shoulder have been told to him then, when he came of age. If he was old and wise enough to bed marry and bed a woman, then he was old and mature enough to be told and accept that fact of his true parentage, and the sickened the golden god. Frigga inhaled loudly and reached out a hand, touching the throne to keep herself upright. Odin's single eye opened wide at this information and he swallowed.
"How did he... How did he find out?" Frigga asked, clearing her throat in sadness at the image of her precious little child gazing upon his blue form for the first time in horror.
"He stumbled upon some ice. His curiosity got the better of him. His skin changed in a matter of moments." Thor answered in a tone reflecting his disappointment.
"And how, how is he about it all?" the all-father inquired
"How do you think, father? Loki found out that he is not Aesir that he is not from mother's womb, that he is this realms enemy!" Thor spat, fists clenching at his sides, nostrils flaring.
"Oh my poor, sweet child!" Frigga exclaimed, tears trickling down her alabaster cheeks. Clutching her chest, the queen of Asgard broke away from the throne and walked quickly down the steps, past her eldest son.
"Mother, where are you going?" Thor said, completely confused at his mother's sudden actions and watched her walk away from him towards the grand doors of the hall.
"I must see my child! You talk with your father. I must see my Loki" Replied Frigga, her words choking in her throat.
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"I know it hurts my prince, but I need to do this" The young healer named Fallarim exclaimed as she tried to hold the young god of mischief's torso still with one hand and hold his injured the with the other. The trickster god wriggled against the woman's hold on him and gasped and inhaled at every sharp sensation that shot up his body with fiery intensity. "My Lord, you must stay still. I will have to call in help if you do not comply" Loki glared at the woman in an instant and stilled himself; the thought of having guards holding him down did not thrill him at all. "I need you to try and relax" the young healer said, gazing up at the emerald eyed god. Pressing her hands softly either side of the prince's wound, Fallarim slowly began to straighten Loki's leg so that his foot pointed upwards and the heel was straight, flat against the bed. Loki groaned and arched his back from the bed, clenching and unclenching his fists. Fallarim shot a look towards the prince and swallowed hard before pushing against Loki's foot to check his reflexes. A throbbing heat consumed the trickster god's leg and Loki bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough that he extracted a little blood. As Loki's foot moved back and forth with no problems, Fallarim rested a block of wood on the outside of his leg so that when she let go, it stayed in place. Walking away from the bed, the young healer strode over to her cabinet and gathered a few necessities that she required to aid the wound.
"Loki, my darling son!" Frigga exclaimed, pushing open the doors that led into the chamber and rushed as fast as she could towards the young, trickster prince. The mischievous god snapped his head to the right and glanced across the room towards his mother. The golden goddess came to a halt at her son's side and cupped his face in her slender hands, bringing his forehead towards her pink lips. Placing a loving kiss upon his head, Frigga caressed the god's cheeks, softly with her thumbs. "It is good to see you awake, Loki…" Frigga said, but no reply came from the emerald eyed god. "My sweet child, do you forgive me?" she whispered against Loki's head, only loud enough for him to hear. On hearing him take in a sharp breath, the lady Frigga pulled back and looked deep into her son's face. The god of mischief's eyes shone with tears that were too stubborn to fall. Instead they made his eyes sparkle as they once did when he was just a youngling. "I am so very sorry that you discovered that way."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Loki rasped, accepting the warm hand take his own in a reassuring embrace.
"We did not tell you because we did not want you to feel any different from Thor. You are our son Loki, and we your family. Whether I bore you or not, you ARE MINE; my Loki" explained the wife of the All-Father, sitting down in a chair next to the bed, rubbing Loki's hand in between his own.
"Were you ashamed?" he asked, a stray tear gracing his pale cheek.
"Never, never ashamed of you, my love. How could I be? Look at you, my darling boy; you have made me the proudest mother in all our years. I would never reverse anything, never change anything." Frigga answered, taking Loki's chin in between her finger and thumb, turning his face towards her's. "I am ashamed of myself, for not telling you; for I should have, my son. I could not bring myself to break your heart, yet it seems I have done just that. Can you forgive me?"
"I can, mother…" Loki began, steadying his breath so that he could speak. "I will forgive YOU" Loki emphasized, but it appeared that is mother had not picked up on that fact. He had nothing against his mother, never. But Odin, though he may not have realized it on some occasions, did treat him differently, extremely different from Thor, and never, never did he grant his hearts desires like he did Thor. Loki used to think it was because Thor was destined to take the throne, but now, now he knew different.
"That lightens my heart, dear child. Once more, I am sorry my child" Frigga said lovingly gentle and brought Loki's face towards her's, placing one more kiss on the young god's brow. "Now, my dear Fallarim, come, help my son" Fallarim nodded and returned to the bedside, setting out her equipment. Loki took a deep breath and smiled at his mother, feeling confused then unloved, then loved then confused once more; so many emotions shot past him in so little a time. Then last thing Loki thought of before his head lolled back once more into unconsciousness was Nahari.
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"So, you and uh, Loki?" Fandral spoke in the awkward silence as he sat on Thor's bed, eyeing the red haired half-blood. Nahari blushed the deepest crimson and cast her black orbs towards the dashing, blonde warrior. "I don't know why, but I always found it hard picturing our young prince in a relationship; probably because of his nature to be mischievous, unable to keep at one thing for a certain amount of time. Not that I'm saying, dear woman that this would end because of boredom, do not get me wrong. It is a pleasure to see that he is enjoying the other pleasures of life" Lady Sif scowled at the popular warrior and straightened her back, stepping forward.
"I do not think it wise to discuss such delicate matters referring to this maid and prince Loki" She said, irate. Volstagg and Hogun caught a breath and all gazed over towards the female warrior.
"Nahari…" The red haired woman said with a stern voice.
"Excuse me?" Retorted Lady Sif, frowning at the palace worker.
"My name is Nahari. I may be a palace maid, my lady, but I do have a name." said Nahari, her dark eyes darkening if even possible. Sif's frown deepened and she faced the woman full on, stepping towards her, closer and closer.
"You may be the prince of Asgard's wench, but until all is sorted with the princes health, and until the All-Father allows such a relationship to occur, then and only then will I address you by name, maid" Spat back the brunette. Nahari stepped forward also in a challenging stance and looked deep into the orbs of the warrior female and snorted.
"You are jealous…" Nahari began.
"What?" Exclaimed Lady Sif.
"You are jealous of Loki's love for me. You had a soft spot for him; well, more than a soft spot I imagine. I am of Elf-kind, Lady Sif and have the ability to read people; I can read you like a book. If the All-Father DOES allow this relationship, If Loki DOES take me as his so called 'wench', I will have you drop on your knees and crave for forgiveness in front of your petty 'crush' and your friends for the uncalled for words you have ushered upon me. I may be a mere maid in this palace, but I was a Lady in Svartalfheim. I don't know whether it is different for you Asgardian folk, but I know how to treat people with decency; something, Lady Sif, you apparently lack!" Nahari growled and Sif took a step backwards, gasping as she looked at the changing eyes of the red-haired maid. As Nahari became livid, her black eyed lightened and lightened until they sparkled blood red. Fandral shot up from Thor's bed and rushed to his friend's side along with the remaining warriors three.
"Nahari, calm yourself!" Hogun ordered. Nahari steadied her breathing and closed her eyes, feeling her anger fade and her muscles relax. Not a moment later, the half-elf opened her eyes and her orbs were as they once were.
"It takes a lot to bring that state of myself forward, I would advise you not anger me again" Nahari said, looking at the four beings standing In front of her.
"What are you?" Sif gasped. Nahari crossed her arms, and, eyes sparkling with mischief, thinking of Loki in that exact moment, she merely replied, playfully, but in a serious tone
"No one, just a palace maid"
