"I am bringing you to your father" Loki decided. Her kind of magic was nothing he had ever experienced, but he remembered her saying her father possessed the Sight. Akesson would know what his daughter suffered from.

"Ylva? Ylva? You need to guide us. I don't know where you live" Loki said intensively, softly picking the girl up so that he could carry her. She was still breathing heavily, her face red and hot.

His servant nodded tiredly, and Loki began the teleportation spell. It was long and complicated, but there was no faster way. Hopefully, Ylva was conscious enough to picture the place in her mind. Green fog enveloped them, and in less than a second Loki stood in front of a small, wooden hut, surrounded by a intimidatingly high forrest.

"Ylva!" a raspy, deep voice greeted them, and Loki was impressed by the man whom it belonged.
Tall, muscular and the face of a brutal warrior, but Loki instantly recognized the soft hazel eyes.

Without thinking, Loki had stayed in the appearance of a simply stable boy, but he was not the slightest surprise when Ylva's father asked him to enter: "Follow me, Lauffeysson."

Loki flinched at the sound of the name. He had already a sharp reply on his tongue, but Ylva was unconscious in his arms.

He brought her into the cabin, which was not as small as it appeared from the outside. Ylva's father took her from Loki's arms and laid her on a wide bed.

"What is happening to her?" Loki asked, but the tall men took his time to answer. He took his daughter's hand, felt her forehead and stroke over her hair.

Loki was becoming inpatient. He had been kind enough to bring her home, and her father was completely ignoring him.

"Can you do something?" Loki asked with his most demanding tone.

"Yes" the man simply answered and walked to the fireplace. "How long is she like that, Lauffeysson?"

Since this morning. I am indeed Lauffey's son, but you may call me King Loki. " Loki corrected him, tired of hearing that title. "What is your name?"

"Ralf Akesson" Ylva's father grunted, starting to cook something in the copper colored kettle.

Akesson was strange, Loki decided, but at least he knew how to help Ylva.

"here is strong magic running through her veins as we speak. Why is it making her sick?" Loki asked, looking to the girl on the bed. Her eyelids fluttered and her body seemed to be shaking.

"I am giving her wolfsbane. It will strengthen her" Akesson muttered and filled the brew into a cup.

"Is she turning into a wolf?" the trickster god asked, hoping he was wrong. He didn't want his new favorite servant to end as a shapeshifting, blood-thirsty beast.

Ralf Akesson had the annoying habit not to give clear answers, and Loki was becoming more and more agitated.

"No, she will not change into a beast, but the wolf is becoming stronger."

"Speak clearly, old man" Loki hissed and Ralf Akesson turned around, his hazel eyes hatefully fixing Loki. He could be truly intimidating, but Loki was not that easily impressed.

Akesson started to drop the wolfsbane into Ylva's mouth. The way Ralf Akesson treated his daughter was surprisingly gentle for a big man like him.

Loki sat down next to her, his brows worriedly furrowed. She was a mere servant, a simple amusement, but he didn't like to see her suffer.

In fact, the wild looking girl had grown on him, and Loki had felt less lonely since someone shared his secret.
"Loki" she muttered, her eyes fluttering open. Then she noticed Ralf Akesson.
"Father. What happened to me?" she sounded incredibly young and vulnerable.

"You will be alright, I promise. You must forgive me" Ylva's father whispered and bend down to her „I never told you the truth."

"I already know we are descendants of the werewolves. I know that I may turn into a monster. Loki told me all about it" Ylva said slowly, watching her father's reaction.

"The trickster knows many things, Ylva, but I should have been the one to tell you."

"Yes, father" Ylva sighed, trying to sit up. She was slowly feeling better. Loki stayed silently behind Ralf.

"Some of the children of the moon never learn about their heritage. The wolf is too weak in them.

You on the other hand… I hoped you would never be affected. When you started having those dreams, I had to send you away from the woods, away from magic. Little did I know I was sending you near another powerful source of magic" Ralf explained and turned around to face Loki.

Loki raised his eyebrows in surprise. "My magic?"

"Probably. It does not matter anymore."
"Why am I so sick then? " Ylva asked hesitantly, ignoring the fact that Loki was partly responsible for this mess.

"When you're magic awakens, the human body is too weak to take it. It needs to adapt. It takes nine days and nine nights, and then you will be stronger than ever. Our bloodline one of the last, but also one of the most powerful. We descend directly from Ullr himself"

Although Ylva had never heard the name before, it sounded strangely familiar.

„You may know him as pack leader" Ralf added.

"This is madness" Loki muttered in the background.

His voice reminded Ylva of her dream, of the frost giant crying in the distance.
If she was right, the ice and snow had represented his magic, and Loki was the child without a pack.

In her dream, the human girl was not able to save him, but she was different now. A child of the moon, a child of Ullr the pack leader.

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