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Blue-Rose
Hello! I'm on a roll! Here's another chapter for you lovely folks! hope you enjoy.
Loki blinked, rubbing his eyes aggressively, annoyed at having been tricked by the meddling raven. Loki looked down at his torso, where the direwolf pups had now curled up, before meeting Fenrir's gaze.
"How long was I unconscious?" He asked as Fenrir gently nudged him with his snout.
"Five minutes father, you just dropped out of nowhere, what happened?"
Loki paused, eyeing Fenrir carefully. Fenrir was still large, much larger than the female direwolf's corpse, however, it seems he had lost some of his size during his rebirth. "Tell me Fenrir," Loki said, stroking the head of the larger grey direwolf, "How long have you been here?"
Fenrir stopped nudging him, looking off into the distance thoughtfully, "I don't remember much, I remember breaking from my chains in Asgard after I heard of your death, I remember escaping to Hel's realm, she touched me on the forehead and said I'd see you soon, then I was here, born as a young pup once more." Fenrir paused turning his head to stare at the female direwolf solemnly.
"It was a struggle at first, getting used to being so small, but I got used to it eventually, I eventually grew bigger again, closer to my original size, but not quite the same, I met my mate though, had our pups, but then," Fenrir turned his head further to growl at a motionless figure in the distance.
Loki turned to follow Fenrir's gaze, and saw the corpse of an extremely dead stag, with the bottom half of its body completely missing, most likely Fenrir's doing. "I was gone for only a moment, went to get some food for my mate and the pups when I returned, however, I saw that filthy stag with its antlers buried within her belly, and I ripped it apart."
Loki reached up his hand to gently stroke Fenrir's forehead, a sad attempt at comforting him. Loki admitted he was distant from his children. Partially due to Odin's interference and partially due to his own personal problems. However, a part of Loki still cared for them.
"Fenrir, I-" Loki was cut off by the sound of his father, shouting his name frantically, and the thumping sound of frantic hooves in the distance. Loki turned to face the direction the noise came from, then turned to face Fenrir once more, giving him a look.
Immediately, Fenrir changed his large wolf form into a black-furred, green-eyed, direwolf pup. He jumped onto Loki's chest, playing the role of an innocent direwolf pup by cuddling into his neck. Loki's lips twitched up into a slight smirk, Fenrir was always the one who took after him the most.
Loki's head snapped up as a horse broke into the clearing, Robb's frantic face meeting his gaze. Robb sighed in relief, dropping from his horse. "I found him!" he shouted over his shoulder, before running towards him. The direwolf pups, Fenrir included, immediately began to growl slightly as he approached him, causing Robb to pause slightly, hand fiddling with the pommel of his sword.
Loki's eyes narrowed at the motion, silently ordered the direwolf pups and Fenrir to stand down, causing Fenrir to give him a strange look. 'Later' Loki mentally told Fenrir, causing Fenrir to nod slightly before resting his head on his chest once more.
Once the pups stopped growling, Robb's hand left his sword as he came closer, gently lifting Loki to his feet, careful not to jostle the direwolf pups in Loki's arms. "Are you alright Bran?" Robb asked, swatting the dirt off his back.
Loki was about to reply when his father, Jon and Theon burst into the clearing, looks of relief on all their faces. "Bran what in the Seven Hells were you thinking riding off like that!" his father said in a scolding tone, climbing down from his horse. Jon and Theon quickly followed suit, coming over to him with worried looks on their faces, although Theon was trying really hard not to show it.
Loki met his father's worried gaze "I didn't mean to," he lied "I went to climb on my horse, but he just went wild and ran off into the forest, I tried to stop him, I really did! But he just wouldn't stop running! It wasn't until he ran here that he bucked me off and knocked me out."
Loki paused, looking carefully at his father's gaze. Upon noticing that his lie was being bought, his father's ever softening face being a clear indication, he continued. "When I came to, I found these beautiful direwolf pups cuddling up to me, almost like they were guarding me against danger."
"It's true father," Robb spoke up, stepping forward to put his hand on Bran's shoulder "When I went to approach Bran, they growled at me, it wasn't until he whispered something to them that they stopped." Loki sent Robb a little smile, causing him to give him a wink, before ruffling the fur of the grey direwolf pup.
Father's gaze shifted between the two of them before he spoke, "I suppose this means the Old Gods are looking out for you Bran," his eyes hardened slightly "I'll have to speak with the stable boy, ensure that horse of yours is given further training, this cannot happen again. Until then you shall ride with Robb until we reach Winterfell."
Loki nodded "Yes father."
His father's eyes softened even further, an almost sympathetic look in his eyes as he looked between the direwolf pups and their deceased mother. "Come, Bran, leave the pups here, we must head home now."
Loki's eyes narrowed, stepping away from Jon who had attempted to take the pups from him. "We can't just leave the pups here!" he said, holding his grandchildren and son to his chest. By the Gods he was a grandfather, that would take a while to get used to. "They'll starve and surely die without their mother."
His father's eyes softened even further, "we can't bring them with us, Bran, your mother will surely throw a fit if she sees you holding them."
"I say we just put them out of their misery right now, at least it'll be quick," Theon said, pulling out a dagger before stepping forward. Fenrir started to growl lowly, and Loki pulled out his own dagger, glaring at Theon "If you so much as touch them Theon I'll cut out your tongue!"
"Bran!" his father's stern voice echoed through the forest, as Theon took a step away from him, a hurt look on his face.
"Father if I may," Jon cut in, stepping in front of Bran and the pups, "there are six pups here, and you have six children, we were made to have them," at his father's wary look, Loki continued for Jon, "Besides father, it's a sign from the Old Gods, you said so yourself, I can imagine they wouldn't be pleased if you turned away from their gifts."
Father sighed, before turning back to his horse, "fine, you may keep them, however, you train them yourselves, you feed them yourselves, and if they die," father turned to give them a stern look "you bury them yourselves."
Loki smirked at Robb and Jon, who smiled back, before passing on some of the direwolves to them. Whilst doing so, Loki met Theon's gaze, who was still giving him a slightly hurt look and mouthed a quiet sorry. Loki wasn't actually sorry he threatened Theon, he just didn't want to put up with Theon's whining about it the whole trip home. Theon's hurt gaze faded slightly, causing Loki to sigh with relief. Another whining narrowly avoided.
"Get on," Robb told him climbing onto his horse, tying Loki's own to his. Loki was about to, but a thought occurred to him. "You are not about to run off again are you?" Robb teased, causing Loki to smirk up at him.
"I forgot to get the Blue Winter Rose for Sansa, It'll only take a moment."
Robb nodded, hands still on the reigns, "don't take too long, father's not in a good mood, especially since he has to explain why we've brought six direwolf pups home to mother."
Loki chuckled slightly, imagining the look on their mother's face when they return with arms full of direwolf pups, before heading further into the clearing. Fenrir's eyes didn't leave him as he stepped further in, he turned to give him a reassuring gaze, letting him know he wasn't about to run away, before heading further in.
Loki's sharp eyes gazed around, trying to find signs of that blasted flower, he should have never promised Sansa, until his ears heard a familiar caw of a raven. Loki closed his eyes, sighing, before turning to face the noise.
Behind him sat a regular raven, although Loki could still feel the faint strum of magic within it. Loki made sure to give the raven the sourest look possible, as it dropped four Blue Winter Rose's into his hands.
"I didn't need your help to find a bloody flower you stupid Three-Eyed Raven," Loki sneered, causing the Raven to give him an amused look, before flying off.
Loki looked down at the four roses. They were rather pretty, he supposed that's why Sansa wished to have them. A thought occurred to him, Loki smirked and started to weave the flowers.
The trip back was rather eventless, apart from the usual arguments between Theon and Jon, Sir Rodrik yelling at them to stop being children and Robb's slight teasing about him having to ride behind him like when he was little, nothing of interest happened.
The six of them were greeted by one of the guards, an elderly man with a strange eye contraption on his face, slight hunch in his spine, silvery hair and mustache. "Your late milord!" he said, sipping from a flagon of ale, "Your wife's gonna be bloody pissed!"
Father gave the guard a stern look, probably planning on reprimanding him later, before continuing further into Winterfell.
Upon entering Arya and Sansa, both attempting to push one another out of the way, rushed towards them, excited looks on their face as they both descended on Loki.
"Did you get it? Did you get it? Please tell me you did!"
"Shut up Sansa! Did you see the execution? What was it like? I bet there was a lot of blood!"
"Don't be such a savage Arya! But did you get my rose? Oh, I bet it's as pretty as the stories!"
"No one cares about your bloody flower Sansa!"
"ENOUGH!" their mother snapped at the two of them, stopping their argument and saving his ears.
Loki rubbed his ear, before staring into their excited gazes. "Yes I saw the execution, and yes there was a lot of blood," he said causing Arya to grin madly and Sansa to wrinkle her nose in disgust, "and yes I got you your flower Sansa, but we also have something else for both of you as well."
Sansa and Arya both gave him curious looks, as an excited Rickon ran towards them, grinning. Loki smiled and ruffled his hair as he ran up to him, babbling off to him about his day.
Loki stepped aside as Jon and Robb stepped forward, arms full of direwolves. Arya and Rickon's faces lit up as they stepped forward each excitedly grabbing a direwolf each.
Robb and Jon had already picked their own, Robb having picked the larger grey one, with yellow eyes, and Jon picking the white wolf with deep red eyes. Obviously, Loki claimed Fenrir, he knew that Fenrir wouldn't trust any of the others with him, it was hard enough convincing him to let his siblings keep his children as pets.
At Sansa's hesitant gaze, Loki turned to his saddle, picking up the most docile direwolf pup, before turning to face her.
Sansa's eyes widened and her smile was binding as she gazed upon the Blue Winter Rose crown on its head. "Oh thank you, Bran! Thank you!" she shrieked grabbing the pup off him and crushing him in a hug.
Loki awkwardly stood their, not hugging back but not pushing her off, glaring at Robb who was staring at him in amusement. Sansa pulled away, still smiling, and started petting the pup.
"I'm going to call you Nymeria!" Arya said, cuddling her grey and white direwolf pup. Rickon babbled the name "Shaggydog!" before hugging his own, a black-furred one that looked incredibly similar to Fenrir.
"Mine's Greywind," Robb told them, holding the grey one close to his chest, "what's yours called Jon?"
"Ghost," Jon said quietly, stroking the silent direwolf pup "cause he's so quiet."
Robb nodded, turning to face him, "how about you Bran? What's yours called?"
Fenrir raised his head to look at him, almost daring him to give him another name. Loki's lip twitched up and he stroked his head "Fenrir, after a fierce wolf I read about in a book." Robb nodded accepting his answer, as Fenrir preened at the compliment.
Bran turned to Sansa, who was smiling down at the Blue Winter Rose crown on her direwolf's head. "What's the name of yours, Sansa?" Sansa looked up at him and a thoughtful look appeared on her face.
Arya scoffed "She's probably gonna name it stupid like Lady or something."
"Lady isn't a stupid name!" Sansa snapped before looking down at her direwolf once more, "besides, that's not what I'm going to name her."
"Then what then!" Arya said impatiently.
Sansa met his gaze, smiling as she spoke: "her name will be Blue-Rose, for my kind mischievous brother."
