Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, they belong to disney. But i do own Loki and the rest of her family.
This is my new story 'Loki's Lullaby' which is kind of like the sequel to my story 'A Matter of life and death' . You do not have to read that story first, but if you want to know more about Loki and her cruel deeds, you know where to find them . I really hope you enjoy this story and send me lots of reviews.
Leh Sundance
1. Expectations
As a kid I was told something by my mother, something that I would remember for the rest of my life. Before my mother ran, she lit a cigarette and looked down at me.
"Loki, never expect life to be fair," she said. She walked out the front door and I never saw her after that day, I never wanted to.
Once my mother was gone, nothing changed. Maybe there was less yelling but that didn't matter, I was used to the yelling.
I lived in a cruddy two-room apartment with my two brothers Karl, and Anders, and my father, if that's what you can call him.
My dad sat around all day and screamed and shouted, and expected us to keep him alive and provide spending money.
I remember standing outside in the freezing rain trying to sell flowers to pay the rent, it was better than facing my fathers wrath.
My Family is Scandinavian, and therefore we go by the rules. The first child gets a way from anything scot free, so Karl could go anywhere he wanted.
Sadly it meant that Anders was the one who got the beatings, the tantrums, and anything else dad could throw at him.
Me, not only was I the youngest, but I was a girl, I could sit in the same room with them all day and no one would recognize my presence, I was invisible.
Sometimes I didn't mind, I was naturally a quite girl. When the fights would begin at night, I would sit in a corner and go to sleep as the battle continued on before me.
One afternoon I was trying to sell flowers to earn money for the family. I didn't mind doing it today, it wasn't raining or snowing.
I remember how happy I was because I had earned a lousy quarter, and I raced home to present to my father in hopes of being noticed by him.
When I got home I was surprised to find that Anders and Dad weren't screaming at one another, but sitting quietly at different ends of the room.
"Wheahs Karl?" I asked, feeling the tension in the air.
"Shut up girl, leave us alone." Said dad.
I left the building and went and spent some of my money on a cupcake. Karl didn't come back that night, and he didn't come back for a long time.
Some how I knew that he didn't leave like my mother did, but I was never told why he wasn't there.
Even if Karl was my brother, I didn't miss him, he never did help me in anyway, I could always do things on my own.
There was this one evening in early spring when I snuck into the opera house. I had been selling flowers there, and a lady with the most beautiful dress I had ever seen bought a rose from me.
I had quietly followed her and when they were letting her in, I held on to the hem of her dress so softly that she wouldn't feel it. The ticket man hardly noticed me, but if he had, he would have thought I was with the lady.
I found an empty balcony and watched the whole performance. The singing was strange, but I loved the colours and the lights, and wished the show would never end, but it did.
I wondered what it would be like to pretend to be someone differant than who you really were, like the actors did.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that the ticket man noticed me. He came to grab me but I was too quick for him. I darted out of his reach and out of the building leaving him behind.
When I was about ten, Anders came to me with a plan. He wanted me to steal a coat for him to wear that winter.
"I won' do it," I said to him fiercely, "its against dah law an' I don wanna go ta jail."
Anders smacked me on the back of the head and grabbed my collar.
" Karl broke dah law all dah time an' 'e wasn't caught foah yeahs. He only got caught cause 'e wasn't being cahful. Don't be a wimp Loki, you'se just gotta be cahful."
I looked up into Anders annoyed face, and decided that I would do it. I walked slowly into the store and took the jacket that Anders wanted. I put each arm into it and strutted quickly out of the building.
I walked on down the street wearing that coat. My heart was in my throat, and I was waiting for some one to shout and run after me, but they never did.
When I got to the alley I was supposed to meet Anders in, he snatched the jacket off me greedily and put it on himself. He was warm and dry that winter, I was not, that was life.
Although I hadn't been caught, I still felt the weight of guilt on my shoulders. So I went a knocked on the door of the old man, ready to confess.
The old man was a geezer that lived in our building. When I was young I would talk to him, and he would give me a piece of bread, and call me names like 'sweetie'.
I never liked being called that by others, but he always meant it affectionately from his heart, so I had no objections.
My body was shaking when I knocked on his door that day. I was so afraid that he would no longer be my friend when he heard of my crime.
"Sir, I stoled a coat for me brudda," I told him, hanging my head.
The old man put his hand softly on my head, and I looked up into his face.
" Rules weren't made to be broken honey, they were made to keep out lives right. But I never liked rules much, sometimes you need to be free."
I didn't steal often after that, but on the occasion I would take something, but nothing of much value, just to be safe.
On my thirteenth birthday, the old man died. It was the only thing that happened that day, and I knew now I was truly alone.
The year after that, Dad left us, and it was good riddance! He had never helped with the rent, so it didn't change our income in the least.
On my sixteenth birthday, I was walking along sucking on a piece of candy. Of course nobody remembered my birthday, so I had to take the candy as my own personal gift.
I was walking down the sidewalk, when I saw him.
He was tall, strong, and handsome. Right then, I knew I would love him for the rest of my life, and none other.
I followed him that day, and it turned out he worked with his brother at the distribution center, where the newsies bought their papers.
After first seeing him, I came to the distribution center daily to watch him work. He never knew I was there, I always hid myself well.
I later came to learn that his name was Morris Delancy; just the sound of his name took my breath away.
One day when I was sitting behind some boxes watching Morris lift some papers, a hand came down on my shoulder. I squealed and looked up into the evil grin of his brother Oscar.
" I was uh." I stuttered for words, which made him smile all the more.
"I know how you watch me brudda, an trust me girly, he ain't woith yoah time."
"How would you'se know?" I snapped at him.
"He goes out wit many goils, and he'd nevah notice a shy little twit like you'se. but hey, feel free ta watch 'im all ya like." Oscar winked at me and walked off as my body burned with rage.
I realized just then as I watched Oscar saunter off that I had to have Morris, and that I would have to change my ways to get him.
I thought all the next day about what I should do and I had many ideas. Finally the morning after that, I put on a dress. It wasn't just any old dress though; it was one that my mother left behind.
It was a pale yellow colour, cut to hug your body and show off your figure. I had hips, but I was thinn, and my chest was small, I was still hoping that it might grow.
When I slipped the dress over my head, it looked perfect next to my blonde hair and pale skin. The only problem was the chest, just like I had feared.
It had to much room in it, but that didn't matter either, my mother had also left behind some chest padding. I don't know what she used it because her chest was large enough with out them.
As soon as I was dressed (I didn't own any makeup) I went down the street and waited for the Delancy brothers to head to work.
When I saw them, my heart skipped, I had to remind myself that I wasn't quite and shy Loki any more, but outgoing and attractive.
I gave my hair a swish and put on my most beautiful smile as I walked across the street towards them.
As I neared, I could tell both boys had their eyes on me, Oscar of course didn't count; he was just gawking because I knew I wasn't usually like this.
They were just about to pass me, when I 'tripped' on a rock and bumped against Morris.
"Oh excuse me," I said, smiling at him seductively.
"No its alright. I've nevah seen ya befoah, do I know you'se?" he asked.
"Mmm never." Agreed Oscar making a face at me behind his brother's back.
"I don' tink we've met befoah, I'm Loki Poulson," I said, offering him my hand.
My heart skipped a beat when he took it and kissed it.
"Morris Delancy."
"Charmed he's sure," Oscar mumbled under his breath, before he rolled his eyes and walked away.
" Ya wanna go out wit me tonight?" asked Morris.
"Yes! I mean, dat woul' be nice."
"Good, meet me at central pahk tonight." Morris gave my hand another kiss, before heading off to catch up with Oscar.
When he walked away I held my hand to my face and leaned against a wall breathing hard. Would tonight ever come soon enough?
How was that for a begining? I'm already working on the second chapter, which will start off with the date with (shudders) Morris. Yes i do not like him either, so don't think i'm a freak.
Please oh please review or i wont invite you do my birthday party;)
Leh Sundance