A/N: This did not want to be written, even when I had an outline and everything.

Disclaimer: Marvel and Doctor Who aren't mine, or I wouldn't be this broke. Nor beta-read, all mistakes are mine.

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Chapter 2: Strolling in Alfheim and Guarding the Asgardians Part 2

It was odd to say the least, walking through a world that resembled what Tolkien had embellished and wrote about. There were different elves that roamed the cities, all of them much different, save for their ears.

'We're in Mirkwood!' Shay, quite honestly, did the mental equivalent of a fangirlish squeal.

Kai raised a brow, but didn't comment.

They had been in the realm for a year now, acting as advisers to the king, or in Kai's case, the ambassador for the rest of the other realms. They had tried to speak to seers into telling that they weren't gods, but had finally been placated when one had told them they were important to the fixed points within their universe.

They were still grudgingly cooperative, feeling like they were manipulating the Alfheimer's into revering them.

Galadriel, because of course she's also here, had rolled her eyes at them when they told her of this. A very non-elvish thing to do, they've noticed, that struck them as hilarious, making her lips twitch at their gaiety. They were in a secluded garden, not too far off from the Great Hall that housed the throne, but far enough to have their privacy from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Let them live as they please," she admonished.

"But —"

She sighed. "The truth is hardly the best thing to know, let them live the way they want."

Koschei snorted, she glared at his impudence. "Sorry, sorry, it's not the topic, just the words you are currently using."

Galadriel raised a perfectly sculpted brow. "You keep using that word, but I do not think it means what you think it means," she deadpanned.

Koschei cackled.

Kai looked up into the sky and sighed tiredly. "Why?"

"I'm only a few thousands of years old," she prefaced, looking at her fingernails. "So, I'm what you call…a millennial."

Kai glared at her. "No."

She raised a brow. "No?"

"Gods no."

She smiled wickedly, which made him wary and Koschei snicker. "Are you a Time Lord or an Edgelord, as you seem to be very aloof and constantly brooding?"

He groaned. "Please, stop. I beg of you."

Galadriel smirked, then it went back to serene when Thandruil had passed through with a nod and went on his daily duties, her husband smirking as he joined them.

"I hate both of you and your ancestors would be rolling in their graves," he muttered sulfurously.

Koschei just continued to laugh.

The Allfather and Queen Frigga were cloistered in Kai and Koschei's private study, after the requisite formal greetings in the grand hall and had wanted to speak with them. Their two sons having been sent with nannies to sleep. King Thandruil was inquisitive about the visit but had bowed out when it looked to be personal matters.

"King Odin, it is a surprise that you've come to our realm," Kai greeted.

He nodded, sighing. "Aye, it has. But it is your wisdom that we seek today."

He looked very much like Santa, if Santa could kick your ass six ways to Sunday and still have time to chastise you about your poor behavior.

Koschei raised a brow. "Oh? What ails you, Allfather?"

Queen Frigga cleared her throat, talking finally. "It is not him nor I that are ill."

"Your sons, perchance?"

King Odin shook his head tiredly, "Nor are our sons."

"Then what seems to be the matter, your Majesties?" Kai asked lightly, when they looked very grave.

They exchanged a glance with Odin nodding. "Frigga and Odin, please, we are within your hospitality and grace."

"Koschei and Kai, then," Koschei rejoined amicably.

"Our son, Loki," Odin began, "he's not an Aesir. He's of Jötunn. "

Kai nodded, while Koschei narrowed his eyes and listened intently.

Frigga and Odin exchanged a glance. "You know." His voice matter-of-fact, like saying water is wet, snow is cold, and our second son is adopted from our former enemy.

Kai smiled softly. "We've not told anyone," he said gently.

Koschei nodded solemnly. "Nor will we, as it is not our secret to give."

"Though, that is not what you've come to ask of us."

Frigga smiled. "No, we ask to you to be Loki's godfathers."

Koschei blinked. "Both of us? Why not King Thandruil? Is he not the godfather of Thor?"

"Aye," Odin agreed, then sighed. "But he is the first born and will have duties as such, Thandruil providing other training in what that might entail."

Kai frowned thoughtfully, thinking this through. "You both trust us to train him in other arts? To guide him, things that you might frown upon?"

Frigga nodded solemnly. "If it will help him and the kingdom, then yes. Our seers had foreseen a great war, a war that will rent the realities without your interference and another's."

"That is distressing, but not something we can do anything about at the moment," Kai mused, then narrowed his eyes. "Another? Who is this other?"

Odin and Frigga exchanged another loaded glance. "They had said that you would know the one, they go by the name Jamie Oliver, the avatar of the One Above All."

Kai sucked in a startled breath. "Oh. Oh, dear."

Koschei looked at him in alarm. "What? What's wrong? Who's Jamie Oliver?"

"Someone I knew back in a different reality, the one that showed the Doctor's timeline is much more divergent to ours," he answered, not letting full truth of it in front of the royals. "Though it will be odd to know another being that knows me more thoroughly than any others, moreso than myself sometimes."

"An old lover?" Koschei asked, though he looked pained at thought.

Kai snorted. "No, no, think of her as a relative of sorts, my twin perchance," he shook his head and looked at the King and Queen-consort solemnly. "We would be honored to be godfathers to Loki," Kai looked to Koschei, who nodded in agreement, "but we need to speak of it between ourselves. We'll visit Asgard when we avail ourselves from the many duties in Alfheim."

Frigga smiled. "Of course, take as much time as you need, though please decide before his first name day. It is tradition to have the godfathers or godmothers to be at the celebration."

"Thank you," Kai nodded.

As the royals left their study, they sat at the couch and snuggled together.

"So, that happened."

Kai sighed. "Indeed."

Koschei looked down at their twined hands. "What are we going to do?"

"Well," Kai shrugged, "I think it would be a good idea. Not that we have any choice in the matter."

He sighed. "I'd like, for once, not be Fate's chew-toy."

"Aye."

They sat quietly for a moment, letting their thoughts zip between them and settle.

"Who's Jamie Oliver, really?" Koschei asked in the silence.

"She's…I don't know the full story, not until the we meet her," Kai warned.

He shrugged. "Well, what's your theory?"

"I think that something had happened during my time in the Time Vortex itself, possibly, I latched onto her life and changed into her," he posited. "Though, it doesn't explain in how that happened in the first place nor why her specifically."

"Maybe she's special?"

Kai snorted. "No, she was normal," then frowned, thinking about certain incidents. "Though there have been times that were weird."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, her family has a history of seizures and fainting. After waking up, she'd have episodes of hyper-lucidity."

"Meaning?"

Kai tilted his head back and forth, trying put the puzzle into place. "Things that would be standard for Time Lords in training, like our pre-cog abilities or intuitive learning that used to frustrate and awe her professors." He sighed. "I'd rather talk to her, she'll probably have a better understanding than the just meager theories we have now, wherever she is, anyway."

"Bugger all."

"Indeed."

A/N: So, this is what I have. I'm not sure if I want to recount everything that happens between Loki's first name day and Thor's coronation as crown prince or just do a time jump to the first Thor movie without stepping onto Midgard. Lemme know which one you'd want to see. Until next time, Don't Die.