WHY I DID I WRITE THIS?! OMG, I NEED TO! I NEED THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!
Besides, not a lot of people care for my Pitch/Ezra idea, so meh, might as well move on/temporary hiatus.
#THORKI4LIFE (Technically not incest since they're only brothers NOT by blood, but eh, I've written T-cest (turtle incest) before, so this doesn't faze me)
Also… my first time writing Avengers or any Marvel-related stuff. I've imagined it before, but never clearly written it down!
Besides, I need more Mommy! Loki and Sleipnir anyway X3
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN AVENGERS OR RISE OF THE GUARDIANS! OR THOR!
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A baby's cry echoed through the cold wind of Winter.
The empty, frostbitten forest was usually quiet. Nothing but the sound of the wind echoing through the dead, hollow trees as the frozen branches fell to the snow-covered ground.
That night, however, the forest was not as quiet as it should be.
In a small cave within the woods, a fire is lit, and around it sat Loki Odinson (Laufeyson), God of Mischief, a man of raven black hair and piercing green eyes. In his arms laid a weeping child, with hair of platinum blonde, almost white, hair and tearful crystal blue eyes.
"Shh, shh… it's alright," whispered Loki to the child, trying to soothe him as much as he could.
The baby's cries soon lowered down to sobs, letting Loki sigh in relief. He held the boy close to his chest and pressed a kiss on the child's cold, pale skin.
"That's right, Jokul…" Loki smiled as the crying subsided at last. "I'm right here. Mommy's here… Everything's alright…"
A neigh soon echoed from nearby, just outside the cave. Loki turned his head to watch an ebony black young foal with grey mane and tail and eight sturdy legs gingerly enter the cave, as if worried to disturb them. The God let out chuckle and motion the foal forward.
"It is alright, Sleipnir," he assured him. "You may enter,"
"Are you sure, mother?" Sleipnir Lokison spoke, a rare thing he would do towards others because of the strangeness of seeing a talking horse, as if his eight legs weren't strange enough. "I might hurt him,"
"Nonsense, Sleipnir. Come," Loki insisted, motioning his older son to enter as he shifted to give a clearer view. "meet your baby brother, Jokul Lokison,"
Sleipnir was hesitant but slowly crept closer to face the newborn baby in his male mother's arms. His emerald green eyes met his new baby brother's crystal blue ones.
"Um… hi,"
Jokul Lokison blinked at his older brother for a moment before giggling. He raised his little chubby hands up and patted them on the horse's muzzle, releasing a bubbly laugh and a squeal.
Loki cooed. "Aw, he loves you,"
Sleipnir tilted his head in surprise, causing Jokul to giggle more. The foal smiled and nuzzled the baby's neck. Jokul squealed and clapped his hands happily.
"I… think he does," Sleipnir rubbed his muzzle on the child's cheek, resulting to another laugh. "And I do too,"
"I love both of my darling children," Loki laid back with a smile, each of his arms wrapping around each of his sons before sighing. "I just wish to have all of you with me…"
Sleipnir frowned. He sat his legs down beside them and rested his head gently on his male mother's chest and his little brother's head.
He too wished that his other siblings could see Jokul with their very own eyes…
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Sanderson Mcsnoozie, a.k.a Sandman, had seen many travelers before. They are usually not of interest to him unless they have the best of tales to tell from their journeys.
The sigh of this, however, drew in his interest more than he had first thought.
Sandy had passed through Burgess, inflicting his dream sand on the sleeping children and was just about to leave when he heard a neigh from nearby. He turned his head and found a man carrying a child with his horse.
Or should he say… ARGUING with his horse. THAT had caught Sandy's interest.
He subtly moved his cloud of sand closer and hid in the trees. He narrowed his eyes and was able to observe a few things.
One, the horse was not adult. It was a only foal, but a future stallion nonetheless.
Two, the horse had EIGHT legs. Eight strong legs that could run a mile in just a few seconds.
And third, the man was no man. He was a God. Not just any God, but THE God of Mischief; son of Odin; Loki Odinson.
Sandy was surprised. All-Father Odin And Asgard was an ally of the Guardians and Tsar Lunar. They had depended on each other when Pitch Black had attacked Asgard to feed on all of the fear of the Asgardians and attempted to swipe the Tesseract. Thankfully, Odin entrusted Tsar Lunar with the Tesseract until any dangers surpassed.
Since then, however, Sandy had not seen a pinch of the royal family. They stayed in Asgard at most times, only traveling to other realms for political talks and other stuff. Earth, or Midgard as Asgardians called it, wasn't frequently visited, especially not alone.
So seeing Loki here on Midgard, by himself, with a child and a foal, was beyond strange.
Sandy moved closer to the group, still trying to make himself hidden. He held his head up to listen closely to the argument.
"For the last time, Sleipnir, this is for his own good!"
"You CANNOT just do this! He is your son! My brother! You CANNOT JUST GIVE HIM UP!"
A question mark and exclamation mark appeared on Sandy's head. Loki had SONS?! And one of them is a HORSE?!
Finally, his curiosity and shock got the best of him. He soon found himself hovering over the arguing duo.
Loki was gritting his teeth and hissing, holding the baby in his arms as close as he could. The foal, Sleipnir, was gritting his teeth too, glaring up at his parent while his eight legs stomped the snow below them.
"You can't just give Jokul to the Midgardians, mother!" Sandy's jaw dropped.
Loki was male… and a mother?!
"He will be safer here than in Asgard, and you know that, Sleipnir!" Loki argued.
"Mortals are reckless, cruel and life-limited!" Sleipnir shot back. "Once they see him slow down in age, they will know that he's enchanted!"
Loki's face soon dropped from shock to horrified. "H-How do you… Sleipnir…"
"I saw them." The foal turned his head away with a hiss. "I saw what they did to horses. What they do to other mortals, especially those who practice magic. They burn them, Mom. They fear magic and burn them to ash…" He was soon sniffling, and Loki felt his heart ache when he noticed tears beginning to streak down his older son's eyes. "They'll kill him, Mom… They… one look at him, and they'll burn him too…"
"Sleipnir…" Loki sighed and knelt down to face the foal. "I know what these Midgardians do to magical creatures. I will not be that stupid to leave my son… your baby brother… in the hands of those psycho murderers,"
"…" Sleipnir took the time to recompose himself before looking back up with tearful emerald green eyes. "…Then what will you do? You said you're going to find Jokul a better family, but how?"
"I… I will disguise him," Loki replied, his voice shaking. "I'll remove his powers… I'll change his hair and eyes… take away everything that makes him Jokul. All except for his immortality. That, I cannot remove," He let himself swallow as he gently stroked the baby's hair. "He will live as long as a God, but he will not know… at least, not yet…"
Sandy frowned, his gaze softening as he saw tears starting to appear at the edges of the God of Mischief's eyes. He had seen many parents, men and/or women, who weren't ready to raise a child and would give up the baby to a lucky family who had longed for children. It was both so emotional and heartbreaking for the Guardian of Dreams.
There were lots of petty reasons why children were given up. Finances, unprepared parents, relationship issues, and etc. The child or the children would always end up suffering for their blood parents' decision.
What was Loki's reason to give up his child?
Finally, Sandy knew he had enough of eavesdropping. He slowly hovered down towards the God, tapping his shoulder to catch his attention.
"Hmm?" Loki turned and nearly jumped when he saw it was. "S-Sanderson Mcsnoozie?! One of Tsar Lunar's Guardian pawns?!"
Sandy snickered at his reaction but nodded. He pointed at the child as a question mark appeared on his head.
"Who… is the babe?"
Sandy gave a nod then he pointed to the foal and added another question mark, even if he already knew what the horse's name was. Loki took a deep breath and sighed.
"This… young foal is Sleipnir," he began, his hand stroking said-foal's grey mane. "He… He is my son,"
Sandy smiled with a nod before motioning the God to continue. Loki was surprised by the Guardian's lack of reaction but also internally grateful. He returned the smile and carefully held the sleeping baby up for the other to see.
"And this… is Jokul," he said. "He is my newborn son,"
Sandy nodded in response. He looked over at Sleipnir then at Jokul before signing.
["Who are their fathers?"]
Loki swallowed but kept a poker face on as he answered. "Sleipnir's father was a stallion in Asgard. Svadilfari, I think. I… I am not quite sure… It… It had been centuries since Sleipnir's birth, so I… I do not remember quite well. As for Jokul… well…"
Sandy frowned at the shaking hands of the God. Whoever the father was, it was definitely making Loki uncomfortable.
Nonetheless, he waited for an answer, crossing his arms patiently. He gave a small glance up to see the moon shining brightly on them, as if also awaiting an answer from the God of Mischief. As if Tsar Lunar (Or Man In the Moon/Manny) had been listening as well.
"Jokul's father is…" Loki gulped, shuddering. "…is… it's… erm…"
Sleipnir knew the topic concerning Jokul's father was causing discomfort for his male mother and moved closer. He let his head touch Loki's hand, rubbing against the skin to reassure him.
Loki spared his older son a thankful glance, stroking his mane again. He then turned back to Sandy and took a deep breath.
"…it is Thor,"
Sandy's eyes widened. An exclamation made of sand appeared on his head before he signed a reaction.
["Thor? God of Thunder? Golden son of your father Odin? Your brother?!"]
Loki expected the reaction and simply nodded. "Yes, Sanderson. That Thor,"
Sandy calmed down as quick as he reacted. He hovered closer and reached out for the child. Loki knew what he wanted to do and gave a nod, handing his baby to the Guardian.
"Just… be careful,"
["I will."] Sandy signed with one hand before turning to observe the baby.
Jokul had started to wake up when he was given. His crystal blue eyes stared widely at the Guardian of Dreams before laughing and holding his hands towards him playfully. He seemed pretty trusting to those around him.
Sandy quietly cooed and tickled the child's stomach. He grinned when his action earned a happy squeal. He looked over at the boy to observe him, and his grin dropped.
No birth defects. No nothing. That was strange.
He handed the child back to Loki, who happily received his youngest son into his arms. Jokul seemed happy too, clutching onto his mother's tunic with a giggle.
"Precious babe…" Loki chuckled and cradled the child.
["I do not see any birth defects,"] Sandy signed with furrowed eyebrows.
Sleipnir tilted his head, confused by the signed statement. Though he understood sign language, the statement itself confused him. Loki, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes at the Guardian.
"Why should he?"
Sandy took a deep breath then he shook his head.
["Prince Loki, you and your brother made a child. You two are brothers. Naturally, if two siblings make children, the baby gets some defects because of the share of blood,"]
"What… What are you implying?" Loki's lips pursed together, twitching into a concerned frown. "You… You don't think…"
["I'm not stating that it's you,"] Sandy shook his head again as he signed. ["It could either be you or your brother. We can't be too sure,"]
"But… Father always favors Thor…" Loki felt his whole reality crash down on him, his hands beginning to tremble.
Sleipnir seemed surprised, but at the same time, he wasn't too shocked. He had heard tales from his male mother (and gossip from everyone else), and it would make more sense if…
["Now is not the time to discuss that, Prince Loki,"] Sandy interrupted their train of thoughts. ["That can be done later. Now would be the time to discuss what you are planning to do with little Jokul,"]
Loki went pale before turning away, holding Jack closer and tighter to his chest. "I… You must understand something, Sanderson. Please, PLEASE, don't judge me for my actions, but I… I have to give him up. For his sake,"
The moon glowed intensively now, and Sandy could feel Manny watching them with curiosity and concern. He himself was concerned about the action but allowed the God to continue.
Loki was relieved at the lack of reaction and gave a grateful smile. He shifted his hold on the baby before looking back up to continue.
[A/N I am making Angerboda a male giant]
"By blood or not, Thor is my brother. No matter what, Father will never accept our child. I…" Loki swallowed as he spoke, his voice shivering. "I had many children before. One is Sleipnir, who, as you know, is from Svadilfari. I had three from a giant with the name of Angerboda. Two boys and one girl; Fenrir, Jormungandr and Hela. Neither… Neither of them were normal, so… Father banished them,"
["Odin banished… children?"] Sandy looked horrified, prior to the fact that he and the Guardians protected children whilst being allied to a man who abandons them.
"Only Sleipnir managed to stay in the stables of Asgard," Loki gave a sad smile, but it faded as fast as it came. "Even if he is declared the fastest horse in Asgard, he is rather… enslaved by Father,"
Sandy didn't like the sound of that. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, his gaze dropping to the foal, who turned away and avoided his gaze.
["Child labor? Odin has deceived us Guardians,"] he growled silently, puffs of sand coming out of his ears to express his rage. ["We are the Guardians of Childhood! How could he treat children so unfairly?!"]
"All my children had been seen as monsters, just because they look dangerous," Loki hissed. "Sleipnir is a horse with eight legs, Fenrir is a huge wolf with great strength, Jormungandr is a huge snake with sharp, poisonous fangs, and Hela… half of Hela is undead,"
["Children are children, no matter how they look,"] Sandy shook his head, trying to calm himself down.
"I… I'm afraid that… that Father will take Jokul away, even if he is Thor's child as well," Loki shuddered at how weak he sounded. "Or worse… kill him…"
Sandy was getting madder at Odin by the minute. And by the intensive bright glow coming from the moon, he could feel Manny was too. In fact, it seemed that the moonlight was glowing so bright that it was a miracle that no one was getting blinded.
Odin was such a benevolent leader when they had first met him. He cared for his people and all of the Nine Realms. It seemed like he wouldn't hurt a fly.
They never imagined that he would hurt and abandon the very thing that they swore to protect.
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Sleipnir didn't want to listen to the conversation and turned his head away.
It was something personal, he knows that much. Talking about his siblings— whom he was close to and whom he had wished to have grown up with— was a personal, heartbreaking talk for his male mother, in more ways than one.
Their grandfather thought of them as monsters… as freaks. Their grandmother feared them but seemed to love them at the same time. Their uncle— Jokul's father— couldn't care less about them, but at least he cared more than Odin did.
Suddenly, his head shot up, and his ears flickered as he heard something, or someone, from afar. It drew his attention so much that the conversation between his male mother and the Guardian of Dreams felt like a blur.
Whatever or whoever it was, Sleipnir knew that it couldn't be good.
Discreetly, he left his mother and ran off to the direction to find a group of familiar Asgardian warriors coming from the rainbow bridge. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
Where had he seen them before…?
"Thor, is searching for him really necessary?" One of them asked, though his appearance was a little blurry from a distance.
"Aye, Fandral," another spoke, in a voice that sounded too familiar. "Loki has been in Midgard for months now. Mother is quite worried for his safety,"
'What…?' Sleipnir tilted his head and tiptoed closer to see who had just spoken.
His eyes widened in horror when he finally recognized them.
Thor and the Warriors Three.
"Uh oh," Sleipnir gulped and dashed back to his mother.
They had to get Jokul to a safe Midgardian family…
Before Odin, Thor or the Warriors Three find him.
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["You can disguise him?"] Sandy asked after finally finding some calmness in his nerves. ["So that the mortals can't realize that he's a God?"]
"Yes, I can," Loki nodded, flicking his hands up with magic, which made young Jokul squeal with enjoyment. "I can change his appearance and remove his powers, but… removing his immortality is a spell that I have not practiced quite yet,"
["I don't think it may affect him if he is immortal,"] Sandy assured the God of Mischief. ["He would have to know sooner or later,"]
"Agreed, but… not now," Loki swallowed, his voice shaking once more. "I… I will return to Midgard to watch over him from a distance, but… but that's all I can do,"
["Truly?"] Sandy felt sad at how much sacrifice the God was doing for the safety of the child in his arms. It seemed that Odin had traumatized him enough with the fate of his other children.
What could he do to help?
He suddenly felt a beam of light ruffle against his golden sand. He looked up and found the moon glancing down at him.
Well, Manny was the one glancing down at him. He was calling out to him, telling him to move closer to talk to him.
Sandy sighed and turned back to Loki, who looked at him oddly.
"Is there something a matter, Sanderson?"
Sandy shrugged. ["Manny— er, Tsar Lunar, calls for me. I must go. Don't worry, I will return,"]
Loki looked unsure but nodded anyway before turning away. Sandy let out a silent sigh then he himself turned to fly up towards the moon.
The forest was soon a blur as he neared the Earth's atmosphere. He stopped just as he was about to exit, still far from the moon but close enough to hear what Manny was to say.
['I'm here.'] he said through the telepathic wave of moonbeam that shone down on him.
[I heard every word.] Manny's voice came through, clear and slightly irritated. [Odin blinded us. Gave us the Tesseract to make it seem like he was benevolent. He had been, but now, I can barely believe it. I had made contact with Heimdall, and he told me the bitter truth about the war between Asgard and Jotunheim. Odin and the Asgardians had injured and killed many Jotuns, who acted by instinct and had reasons behind their attacks towards other realms.]
['What are the reasons?'] Sandy asked.
[Jotunheim and King Laufey had tried being allies with the other realms, Asgard included. Jotuns, however, were different. Their appearances were different, as did their traditions. They were gigantic and blue, as Frost Giants are, with blood red eyes. To many, those eyes shone with evil, even if the Jotuns meant no malice.]
['Is that how the messed-up tales begun?'] Sandy wondered, suppressing his ingrowing rage.
[Yes.] Manny's answer was a growl that was as suppressed as the anger the Guardian of Dreams had. [It started as a rumor. Rumors started growing, and most of the realms had begun doubts on the Jotuns. Doubts grew into dislikes, which lead to betrayals. Betrayals from the allies until Jotunheim was left with almost no ally. Those betrayals caused wars and battles. Jotuns had no choice but to fight back, their large appearances and fighting skills helping them take advantage of each battle and war.]
['What does that have to do with Prince Loki and young Jokul?'] Sandy quirked an eyebrow.
[Simple.] This resulted to an eye roll from the Guardian, but it was ignored. [Jokul is born here, on Midgard, thus he is under our protection as a child. Odin cannot hurt him, but if he ever finds out that he is Prince Loki's spawn, he will attempt to get his hands on him. That is where we come in. Our duty as the Guardians of Childhood, and our promise to protect all those children who are harmed, no matter what realm.]
['Easier said than done.'] Sandy remarked with a frown. ['But knowing you well, there is something more to this than your reasoning. What is it?']
There was a moment of silence, even if the moonbeam never faded. Soon, a chuckle made it through the beam.
[Right you are.] Manny spoke with brief humor. [We have not only allied ourselves with Asgard and the Nine Realms it rules over, but we also had allied ourselves with Jotunheim. Our alliance with them, however, was far before our alliance with Asgard, and it is because of Pitch Black we are allies with them all.]
['Makes me wonder whose side Pitch really is with.'] Sandy grinned. Seeing the good in people was difficult, especially when that person was Pitch Black, but he, Lunar and Nightlight believed that Kozmotis was still inside Pitch.
[Bunnymund would think that our minds are thinking of lost dreams and false hope.] Manny humored, already knowing what the Guardian of Dreams was thinking about. [I beg to differ. Kozmotis is not lost yet. We know that well enough, but that is not important right now, is it?]
['Yes.'] Sandy gave a nod. ['Tell me, Tsar Lunar, what do you know about Prince Loki that allows you to do this?']
[Simple.] This caused another eye roll that was ignored. [King Laufey had left his youngest, smallest child at a temple to keep away from the recent war between Asgard and Jotunheim. His child was as small as young Jokul. As to why, I have no clue. All I know from Heimdall is that Laufey left the child because his youngest was too small and too fragile. He couldn't risk him getting involved. By the end of the war, however, he was knocked out whilst his husband and other children were killed. The Casket of Jotunheim was swiped at the same time as his child by the same person; Odin]
Sandy's eyes widened. He set the pieces together little by little until realization dumped on him heavily.
['Odin kidnapped Loki without realizing it.']
[Indeed.] Manny was thankful that someone understood his story. [He will soon realize his mistake, but he will not return Loki. In fact, I am sure he will take advantage of it. King Laufey searches, but he cannot leaves Jotunheim. There is too much damage, and without the Casket, the Jotuns are barely ready for another battle.]
['What would you like me to do?'] Sandy crossed his arms. As this story progresses, his hatred for Odin grows.
[Be Jokul's Guardian.] Manny answered, his humor turning solemn. [Watch over him when Loki cannot, but do not tell the truth to the prince. Odin must recognize his mistake himself. Nightlight, Katherine, and Ombric will head to Jotunheim to help as much as they can, especially the young Jotuns that seek comfort and happiness over their now-ruined realm. All I order you is to watch over Jokul.]
['Should I tell the other Guardians here?']
[No. At least, not yet.] A sigh came through the beam. [Loki entrusted you with everything, as did I. The others will know soon.]
Without that, the beam faded back to a normal glow. Sandy shook his head and headed back down.
He was trusted. Trusted to not tell truth to the prince. Trusted to watch over baby Jokul. He promised to do everything he had been entrusted.
And he intended to keep it for as long as he could.
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"MOTHER!"
Loki winced, his grip on his youngest tightening at the yell. He turned, his panic growing at the sight of his eldest running towards him with speed greater than the usual.
"Sleipnir?" The foal stopped at his feet, emerald eyes wide with fear. "Where have you been?! What's wrong?!"
"U-Uncle Thor!" Sleipnir managed to cry out. "The… The Warriors Three! They… They're here! And they're looking for you!"
Loki bit down the urge to curse. Jokul was still in his arms, after all. He couldn't swear when a baby— HIS baby— could still hear him.
Instead, he took a deep breath and gave a nod. They needed to act fast, or else Odin was going to take Jokul away. Loki swore to the Gods that he would never let the All-Father do that ever again.
With another deep breath, Loki raised his hand and flicked it around. Green magic came out of it, surrounding the young child, who only giggled obliviously as the magic swirled around him.
In an flash, Jokul's pale platinum blonde hair turned dark brown. His crystal blue eyes vanished into a lighter shade of brown while his skin turned tan.
Loki let his magic fade before staring down at his child. Despite the change of appearance, he knew that the baby was his.
'A mother's love for their child.' Loki wished it wasn't, but he knew for a fact that it was true.
He let out another hiss, shaking his head before looking back down at the foal.
"Come, Sleipnir, to the village,"
Sleipnir didn't argue. He gave a nod and followed quietly as they disappeared into the woods.
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Sandy thought he was too late the moment he saw Thor and the Warriors Three.
He got into a panic attack, his dream sand flicking about as he zoomed through the clouds trying to find them.
He was thankful when he finally found the mother and sons.
He let out a sigh of relief and dashed down towards them. He stopped when he was finally near them then he looked around to find himself in a village.
'I suppose Prince Loki's looking for a family for Jokul already.' Sandy frowned at the thought, but he knew it was for the best.
That didn't mean he had to like it.
"Come, Sleipnir," Sandy snapped out of his thoughts to see Loki whispering to his older son. "I found a perfect family,"
Sandy grew curious at the statement and hovered above them to see who they were looking at.
It was a woman and a man, both with brown hair and eyes. They looked so miserable, the man hugging the crying woman and soothing her with whispers.
Sandy's eyes widened. He knew this couple well. He had seen them with lost children, the woman being caring enough to look after them until their parents found them. He had been saddened, however, when he heard that they were having a hard time having children.
Giving Jokul to them was painfully perfect.
Loki and Sleipnir seemed to pause at their steps as the couple walked through the village to go to their house. They faked a smile to all their passing neighbors and greeted the disguised God with a wave before passing him.
Sandy could see Loki frowning. The God of Mischief and Lies knew well enough if someone was fibbing and could probably see past the couple's smiling faces.
As soon as the man and the woman were out of sight, Sandy flew to Loki's side.
"Oh, hello again, Sanderson," Loki gave him a smile of acknowledgment.
["That couple is perfect for Jokul's new family,"] Sandy signed. ["They have had problems having children. Giving Jokul would make them happy,"]
"Would make ALL of them happy," Loki corrected, brushing a hand on his youngest's now-brown hair, but he couldn't help the tears beginning to streak down his face.
Sandy noticed them at once and let out a sad smile. Loki pretended to not notice and turned to follow the mortals. Sleipnir followed, as did Sandy.
The trio soon found themselves in front of the house. Loki took a deep breath and set his baby down on the porch.
"I love you, Jokul," he whispered before flicking his hand to make a note appear with a new name on it; Jackson.
Sandy thought it was a good idea and approved with a nod. He neared the God and patted his shoulder.
["You're doing the right thing,"]
"I… I know," Loki sniffled his tears, wiping them gently with one hand then he and Sleipnir turned to leave.
Sandy wanted to call out to him to come back. He wanted to follow him and confront him about his heritage.
But he couldn't. He was entrusted to keep it until Odin found his mistake. He could not break Manny's trust.
With a heavy sigh, Sandy knocked on the door then he flew up above. From the roof, he watched as the door opened. The woman let out a gasp and took the child in her arms.
The Guardian of Dreams felt a smile creep up on his face as the man joined his wife and cooed at the sight of the baby.
This wasn't right, but at the same time, he knew that it was. Jokul was safe in Midgard, away from Asgard and away from Odin. Away from his mother, sure, but he knew Loki would never leave him if he had a choice.
When the time was right, the mother and son will reunite. At the right time, in the future…
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I… I'm not crying! You are! TT Damn it, I hate crying while writing…