Loptr
By Rey
A little sequel to The Living Dead. Snippets of Laufey's thoughts after getting their child back accidentally, suddenly and unexpectedly.
Story tags: POV Laufey (Marvel), POV First Person, Stream-of-Consciousness, Drabble Series, Lost Child Found, Character Study, Slice of Life
Story and author's notes:
Apologies, but you have to have read The Living Dead first if you wish to read this one and understand it. And, just as a reminder, Loki in this universe feels himself to be a mature 15/16-year-old (in comparison to a medieval-culture human) mage-scholar-warrior, as dictated in Asgard, and in his æsir-like form he does look the part; however, to a jötun, he looks like a small 8/9-year-old (in comparison to a modern-culture human) and behaves oddly – trying too hard to be mature before the time, most of all. And, if you would like to see Laufey's perspective/thoughts on a particular thing about their child, feel free to suggest it in the comment section or via e-mail. I do not know how many snippets I will manage for this universe before my own inspiration dries out, and suggestions will hopefully keep it going for at least a little while. Oh, and please read the chapter note before each chapter, as it will have pertinent notes that will act as background to Laufey's thoughts exposed in the respective chapter.
In any case, thank you for taking a gander on this story, and I hope you will enjoy it.
Rey
Chapter note: This chapter runs concurrently with the end of The Living Dead.
1. The Tiny Boon
Few things register in my mind, at present, and none more than the slight, ever-moving, ever-chattering weight held in my arm, attached to and half-encased by the flower of their namesake.
My child. My child. My child.
Small, but no longer tiny, let alone as minuscule as the day they were pushed out of my womb – far too early, far too traumatically for both parties, and through the wrong passage. Still wriggling, though, still flailing, and still squawking, like how I always dreamt they – and their sibling – would do for treats or if their fun got interrupted, if I had been able to raise them – the both of them – all the way.
Oh, Ýmir, why? Why not? Why could I not raise them both? Great Mother, why was this mother robbed so?
But the little one is here – my child, my child, my child – albeit just half a twin, while I never expected even this boon….
Oh, Ýmir.