Snowflake
By Rey
A seven-century-old Loki stumbles into the so-called land of monsters while practising seiðr. Unfortunately – or fortunately, maybe, probably – the child lands right on the lap of a certain monarch….
(A somewhat fluffy tale told through interconnected drabbles and dribbles, featuring single-gendered jötnar and lots of nuances plus clashes – mostly of the cultural and biological types.)
Story tags: POV Loki (Marvel), Loki-centric, Kid Loki, Alternate Universe - Thor Movies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multiple headcanons, Intersex Jotunn (Marvel), Internalised Racism, Confusions Abound, Jötunheimr | Jötunheim, Worldbuilding
Story Note: A 700-year-old jötun is roughly comparable to a 400-year-old ás or a 7-year-old human, while an actual 700-year-old ás (not a pseudo-ás like Loki) is roughly comparable to a 1,500-year-old jötun or a 10-year-old modern-age human. See the delightful age and age-group discrepancys yet…?
Chapter summary: The spellbook should have come with the warning: "The landing site is not guaranteed to be favourable."
1. Civil
Shock is the foremost reason of why Loki does not immediately move upon the completion of the spell-casting that he has just read up on a travelling book.
Well, shock and a sudden, acute exhaustion. But the latter plays a smaller role, considering where he ends up: His "landing pad" is cold, albeit not as unforgiving as stone or packed earth.
But most importantly, it is blue and alive.
Humongous arms, wiry but each still the size of a tree trunk, wrap round him in a similar delayed reaction. However, while his lag of reaction does ill for his chance of freedom, the same does not seem to disadvantage his newfound captor: The owner of the arms needs not spend any effort at all – or so it seems – in restraining him.
Afterwards, even more shockingly, he does not end up an ingredient of a soup or a slave or a gladiator for the amusement of barbaric blue giant monsters.