Chapter 24: Small Bump (Loki's POV)
This takes place during Small Bump (not the Modern AU), but is in Loki's – aka Becky's real father – perspective.
I'm woken up by Thor.
"Brother, you must come. Heimdall has something he needs to show you."
"Can't it wait until morning?"
"It's your daughter. She…you need to come see for yourself." I'm up like a shot, fearing the worst.
"Is she dying?"
"No. She's not the one dying."
"Don't tell me it's Eret."
"No, no. He's not dying either. Brother, please."
I follow Thor to where Heimdall stands on the bridge between Asgard and Midgard.
"I've opened up the bridge so you can see for yourself what's going on. You must hurry. I will keep the bridge open for a few hours."
"What's going on?"
"You need to see for yourself, Loki."
I head across the bridge to Midgard, where my daughter is. I head to the elder's hut and see my daughter and son-in-law enter. Thankfully, no one can see me.
Fishlegs arrives, along with Becky and Eret's families. Lily, Ruffnut and Amalie are the only ones that stay, besides Fishlegs. Eret never leaves Becky's side.
It's soon declared that…no…she…
Becky's had a miscarriage.
What I wouldn't give to reach out to my daughter, to hug her and be there for her.
Knowing there's nothing I can do, I head back to Asgard.
"Brother?"
"She…my daughter…she lost her baby."
"Loki, I am so sorry."
"She needs me. But I can't be there for her. Not until after her 25th birthday."
"Who made up that rule?"
"Her mother. I can't come into contact with her as myself until after her 25th birthday."
"Loki, what do you mean 'as yourself'?"
"You remember Drago? What he did to her?"
"Yes. Don't tell me you were the one who - ?"
"Abused her? Of course not, Thor! I was the one who was by her side when she was having her son – my grandson. The one who was by her side when her son was murdered by his own father."
"The one who died, for simply being there for her."
"That…that was the real Anthony that was sacrificed."
"Your daughter was traumatized by losing Anthony and her son."
"Brother, I am willing to make up for it. For all those years that she suffered. She just needs time to recover before I spring such big news on her."
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Present-Day, New Berk
"So you were there? There when I had the miscarriage?" My daughter asks, her husband by her side.
"Yes. I wish I could've done more that night."
"Why did my mother make up such a rule?"
"She wanted to protect you. Wanted to make sure you were ready."
"Ready for what?"
"You haven't always had brown hair."
"And? It must've lightened in the sun."
"No. You must be a partial shape-shifter."
"Partial?"
"You can only change you as yourself. You can't change yourself into anyone else. I am here to reconnect with you, my daughter, but to also help you get control of your powers."
"I didn't even know I had powers."
And so, we begin to talk about things, like the possible powers my daughter might have, like what my granddaughter learned that day, and what we were having for dinner. I know, without a doubt, there's nothing our family can't get through together.
