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A Raven's Warning

Hello! I'm not dead! Sorry for the EXTREMELY late update however I've just got out of hospital due to some health issues and am super excited to be back and writing some more. I apologize in advance if this sucks because I'm still somewhat recovering so I hope you enjoy!

Loki could hear his father shouting after him, but Loki was too distracted to care. Loki followed the magical signature of his son Fenrir, it was faint, but Loki was easily able to decipher his son's location.

It wasn't until his horse burst into a clearing that he finally stopped.

Laying in the clearing was the corpse of a large female direwolf, impaled by the antlers of what appeared to be a large stag. The mother was lying beside five direwolf pups. However, Loki instantly recognized the much larger black wolf with black fur and bright green eyes, green eyes he once possessed.

"Fenrir," he said softly, dismounting his horse. Upon hearing his voice, Fenrir's head snapped up and his larger form stumbled towards him. Loki stood up on his toes and pet Fenrir's snout, Fenrir instantly nuzzled into his neck. 'Father,' his son's mournful voice echoed in his mind 'you are here too?.'

Loki stroked Fenrir's ear "so you were somehow sent here too," Loki murmured to him, continuing to stroke his ears. Loki glanced down at the dead female direwolf, releasing this was probably Fenrir's mate, as well as staring at the pups. The pups were small now, however, they were slightly bigger than the average direwolf pup and Loki knew that with time they would grow to be almost as big as Fenrir. Loki turned to face Fenrir, who was staring at him, "Do you still have your magic by chance?" he asked causing Fenrir to look down at him.

Fenrir took four steps away from him and turned to face him. Instantly his form shimmered and he transformed his form from his large wolf to Loki's old Asgardian form. 'He' stared at his mate and children, who had fallen asleep around their mother's corpse, before looking at him once more, "I believe I do father, but why are we here?" Loki was about to reply but another voice cut him off. "I believe I may be able to shed some light on your situation."

Immediately Fenrir's form shimmered and vanished at the stranger's voice, Loki, believing this voice to be responsible for his son's disappearance, pulled out his shortswords and held them out towards the unknown voice.

From behind the tree stepped out an older man, his hair was silver, although Loki couldn't tell if this was due to age or if he had Valyrian heritage, he was also wearing a dark black robe even though rags would be a more fitting term considering how disheveled and damaged they were. Although the most concerning feature about him were his eyes, they were vacant as if he was looking through him, and held a great deal of wisdom. Loki was immediately on guard.

"and just who exactly are you?" Loki sneered stepping towards the elderly man, holding one of his swords to his throat "and what have you done with my son?" The man's form shimmered, causing Loki to scoff and lower one of his swords, "you're not here are you?"

"No," the man said in a soft voice, "I'm afraid my physical form is quite," the old man paused as if trying to find the right words to say, "preoccupied at the moment, and I can assure you Loki of Asgard I have brought no harm to your son, or any of your children for the matter."

Loki's eyes narrowed even further at the mention of his true name, wondering how this mere mortal could possibly know who he was, when a thought occurred to him, "Wait, my other children? Have you brought them here as well?"

The old man nodded solemnly "Yes, Fenrir is not the only one of our children present here, naturally Hel has duties she must fulfill, however, Jormungandr does not have such responsibilities."

Loki practically snarled at him at the mention of his other son "You should know better than to lie to me, mortal, my son Jormungandr is far too large to fit on this small planet."

"Indeed that may have once been true," the old man admitted, his eyes turning a hazy white, "However, with the help of your lovely daughter and my power, I managed to not only revive you within our world but that of your children as well."

Loki's eyes widened in realization, internally kicking himself for not having seen it sooner "so you are the one who brought me here?"

The old man nodded "Yes, I am,"

"And you also brought some of my children with me?"

He nodded again "Yes."

Loki pointed the tip of his sword closer to him, letting his eyes flash a poisonous green as a result of his magic "Why? What could you possibly gain by bringing me here?"

The old man turned his head as if trying to look just past him. Loki turned his head slightly to see what he was looking at. Sitting innocently on a tree branch just behind him was a raven, however, on closer inspection, Loki noticed a third, large eye sitting innocently on the raven's forehead, just above his regular ones.

Loki turned to face the man once more, a knowing look in his eyes "You are the Three-Eyed Raven," he stated, watching closely as the Three-Eyed Raven nodded and turned his vacant gaze towards him once more "that still doesn't answer my question, what could you possibly gain by bringing me here?" he asked once more, staring directly into those vacant eyes.

Loki was a little familiar with the story of the Three-Eyed Raven, both Westerosian and Asgardian tales had been told to him. One by Old Nan and one by his past mother.

In Westeros the Three-Eyed Raven was a Northern folktale, speaking of magic and stating that the Three-Eyed Raven could see into the past present and future. The Asgardian tale, however, spoke of the Three-Eyed Raven's true purpose.

The Three-Eyed Raven had been created by Odin, as a reward for the First Men's help at stopping the Frost Giants. Odin had gifted one lucky mortal with the gift of sight, his role was essentially to act as the watcher of the mortal planes and to see in places where Heimdall's vision failed.

But alas, like most of Westeros, in time Odin forgot about the Three-Eyed Raven, leaving Odin metaphorically and literally blind in one eye to the perils of the realm.

His mother had always warned him of the gift of prophecy, as she was raised by witches herself, stating that such power came with great consequences. Looking at the Three-Eyed Raven now, with his blank, emotionless face and his tattered, worn robes, Loki could understand what his mother was talking about.

The Three-Eyed Raven's expression didn't waver as he spoke, "Do you know who's body you currently possess?"

Loki blinked, having not expected such a strange question, "This is the body of Brandon Stark, what of it?"

The Three-Eyed Raven stepped closer, causing his form to shimmer as he walked through Loki's sword, "that body was a former vessel of mine in another life."

Loki felt his blood freeze as he took a step away from the Three-Eyed Raven. The Three-Eyed Raven took another step forward. "Is that why am I here? So you can have this form back? I warn you now mortal if you attempt to possess me you shall live to regret it!" Loki spat taking another step away from him.

The Three-Eyed Raven merely shook his head at his threat, "No, I do not wish to take you as my vessel, I have already picked another for that role, an obedient boy who will follow my instructions, young Jojen Reed proved loyal in a previous life, I'm sure he will do in this life as well."

The Three-Eyed, in a surprising burst of speed, darted forward and grabbed Loki's wrist. Loki's mind was bombarded with numerous strange visions. His father being decapitated by Joffrey as his sister, Sansa screamed, His brother Jon, still a bastard, joining the Night's Watch and dying and being resurrected, a girl in a pile of ashes holding three small dragons, his brother, Robb calling his banners, His brother Robb, dead and decapitated by the Frey and Boltons as a result of Tywin Lannister, his sister Arya in a sea of faces, sword in hand and vengeance in her eyes, his sister Sansa, crying as she is being raped in her childhood home, all hopes and dreams of a fairytale life shattered, An army of the dead. Hundreds of flaming swords. Three Dragons. His brave sister stabbing a knife into the Night King's heart and a familiar boy in a wheelchair.

Loki staggered back, rubbing his wrist as though it was burned, turning to glare at the man before him. Loki gritted his teeth, "What did you just show me?"

The Three-Eyed Raven leaned in close, allowing for Loki to see his yellow teeth, "I showed you the future of this world, should you have never been reborn here."

Loki glared at him "But why? Westeros won, didn't it? The Night King died! I saw Arya kill him! My family may have been slaughtered, but you still won didn't you? So why change everything by bringing me here?" Loki roared at him.

The Three-Eyed Raven's expression changed to an almost sympathetic one. "No Loki, we lost."

The Three-Eyed Raven held out his hand once more, not grabbing Loki like last time, but simply waiting for him. Cautiously Loki grabbed it only to be swallowed by another vision.

He was standing in a frozen wasteland, snow and ice being the only things visible to him. Except in said frozen wasteland, lied an army. A large army of not only Frost Giants (White Walkers, a young voice whispered in his mind) but of the dead as well.

Loki stared with the Three-Eyed Raven, at Brandon, a much older Brandon, as he looked at the army in horror. Brandon turned only to find himself face to face with the Night King himself, screaming in agony as he grabbed him by the arm.

Loki watched carefully as Brandon's forearm turned bluish-black, as a large handmark burnt itself into his skin. Loki turned his gaze to the Three-Eyed Raven, only to see he had a surprisingly annoyed expression on his face.

"I warned the boy not to look without me. I told him it was dangerous, that he wasn't ready. But he didn't listen, and in doing so he doomed us all." The vision changed. They appeared to be in some sort of tunnel. He could see a young girl fighting to save Brandon, as a swarm of the undead descended on them. A large man, Hodor, sacrificing himself to save him as well as an unfamiliar direwolf. He watched as Brandon's eyes flashed a strange, bright blue before an impassive expression took over his face.

"By allowing the Night King to touch him, he gave him a means to escape should his physical body be destroyed, allowed for the Night King to have access to our power, to see what he could see and use it for his own gain."

The vision changed to what Loki assumed was King's Landing, Loki looked up and saw a young woman, with silver hair and wild eyes, as she hovered over King's Landing on a large black and red dragon. He watched as her eyes turned blue for a single moment as she descended on King's landing burning all in her way. He watched as Jon's eyes flashed blue, as he stuck a knife in her heart. He watched an incredibly short man's eyes flash blue, as he suggested Brandon, no the Night King, to be King. He watched the Night King's eyes go white whilst in the small council room, as his army of the dead, collected from the starved and war-torn Independent Northerners, descended on a broken and damaged King's Landing, with Sansa and Jon at the front.

Loki shook himself out of the vision, turning to face the Three-Eyed Raven, who was once again staring at him. "When your sister stabbed the Night King, she destroyed his body, but not his mind. His mind lived on in Brandon, and he used his abilities to destroy all of Westeros and bring everyone under his rule."

The Three-Eyed Raven paused, his eyes burning into Loki, "What do you know of Azor Ahai?" Loki gave him a strange look. "He was a warrior who fought alongside Odin and the Asgardians in the Long Night, the one who possessed Lightbringer, a flaming sword he gained by stabbing his wife in the heart, what of him?"

The Three-Eyed Raven closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them to reveal a startling white once more "it's written that a warrior will draw a burning sword from the fire. And that sword shall be Lightbringer. This warrior is The Prince That Was Promised, a reincarnation of Azor Ahai, who will lead the forces of Light against the forces of Darkness in the coming battle for the fate of the world."

The Three Eyes returned to their original colour, a light purple, as he stared at him intently "You were reborn into this world, a prince in a former life, that is now promised to ours, You are the Prince That Was Promised, you are Azor Ahai reborn and you shall lead the forces of Light and save all of Westeros."

Loki did the only thing he could think to do.

He laughed.

The Three-Eyed Raven continued staring at him, as he broke out into hysterical laughter. Surely this was a poor attempt at a joke. Or at least extremely misinformed. Loki was the God of Mischief, God of Chaos, he created mayhem as easily as breathing and this man was expecting him to save the world?

"I know who you are Loki," the Three-Eyed Raven stated, drawing Loki's cackles to a halt. "I know what you've done. But you've forgotten something important. Tell me, do you remember what you were deemed the God of here by the Northerners?"

Loki paused, thinking carefully. Although he himself had never visited Westeros before now, the Northerners did still worship him. But how? Was it Politics? Lies? Mischief? He couldn't remember for the life of him. He was only a small boy when they started, and he had long forgotten about it as he had gotten older.

At Loki's confused expression he continued "You were worshiped as the God of Stories here Loki, and what better story is there to tell then the Song of Ice and Fire?"

Loki raised a brow "Song of Ice and Fire?"

The Three-Eyed Raven nodded, "yes, you and the Targaryen girl across the sea are destined to meet." He paused to stare at him "whether that is as enemies or allies is completely dependent on you, so I'd recommend contemplating your choices carefully from here on out."

He opened his mouth to say more, before his eyes turned white once more and a peculiar expression appeared on his face. "I'm afraid my time here is done, I wish you luck in the near future Azor Ahai."

The Three-Eyed Raven turned to leave but was abruptly stopped by Loki calling out to him. "You said my son Jormungandr was here as well? Where is he? Why didn't he appear with Fenrir?"

The Three-Eyed Raven turned to him, a faint smirk on his lips "I'm afraid Hel and I couldn't make all of you appear in the North, would have drawn too much attention. But rest assured, Jormungandr is in the safe hands of my descendant Daenerys Targaryen."

And with that Loki felt himself abruptly wake up.