Loptr

by Virodeil

A little sequel to my story "The Living Dead". Snippets of Laufey's thoughts after getting their child back accidentally, suddenly and unexpectedly.

2. Flitting Off with the Breeze

Loptr
By Rey

Chapter note: This musing happens some time after the last chapter, after a rather generous time skip, though still on Jötunheim.

2. Flitting Off with the Breeze

Voðen ought not to have given the little one – whom they kidnapped for whatever reason – the name Loki. That flower is alarmingly apt for a namesake for this one – stubborn to a fault, able to break things so easily once rooted, worming their way deep….

But then, maybe I ought not to have named my other little one so.

Am I a bad mother for being relieved that one of my children is not here to wreak havoc alongside their other half? Even if it would imply that I am relieved that they are dead?

Then again, I ought not to have named this one for a flower that goes with the wind so easily, perhaps.

Now, where has my Loptr-flower flitted off to?