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So, Loki and Fandrall, best of friends. How helpful will he be to the grieving king?
I got plans for Fandrall, trust me. He'll eventually play a huge part in Miekall's life.
Anyway, we're at the nest chapter. Has Loki's heart really healed, or is he simply trying to deny himself the chance to heal?
Sit back and find out!
Love always,
Avoline
Loki smiled as he awoke to hear Miekall cooing in his crib. It had been a month since Meeka's death, and the young prince was growing before his eyes. The child was starting to roll himself over, and would smile every once in a while.
It was getting easier now. The ache was still there, but it wasn't constant anymore. It mostly emerged at night, when he would face the empty bed, or when he would awake to find that he had only been dreaming again. Each milestone Miekall reached, Loki would turn to share with his queen, only to remember that she was gone. He wanted so badly to share it with someone he loved, but the only person he truly wanted was gone.
"Good morning, son," he greeted, turning over and opening his eyes.
His jaw dropped at the sight.
Miekall was sitting up, his little hands gripping the stuffed dolls Jane had brought from Earth. Loki's smile grew and he leapt to his feet and trotted to the crib.
"Miekall, look at you," he breathed. "Oh, Meeka, look at-"
Meeka's gone.
His face barely fell as his joy was twinged with heartache. How could he have forgotten? Was this how Thor felt after the incident at the Bifrost? He scooped the youngster into his arms.
"Only a month old and you're already doing so much," he murmured. "I doubt Nikka is doing near as well."
"Sitting up on his own?" He glanced up to see Fandrall walking towards him.
Loki mentally kicked himself. He wasn't really going through this alone. Nikka was only six months older than Miekall. Fandrall and himself were going through each milestone together, as friends and fathers.
"Nikka is as well, I assume," he answered. A laugh escaped the blond's throat.
"That's why I'm here," he chuckled. "Sif and I awoke to see her sitting up on her own. Seems at though her and Miekall are linked somehow." Loki shifted his gaze to the infant in his arms.
"He is growing at a much faster rate," the black-headed man mused. "Is it possible?"
"I was hoping you would know," the warrior responded.
I wish I did...
It was later on that day when Odin approached the young king. Loki was trying to encourage little Miekall to stand, but with no luck.
"Start small, son," Odin informed. "Try to get him crawling first. That's what Frigga and I did with both you and Thor." The younger man smiled and lifted his child in his arms.
"I guess I'm just too eager," he explained. "Both he and Fandrall's daughter are learning things at the same rate." Odin nodded.
"She is connected to the young prince, much like Frigga and I were when we were that young," he answered. Loki met his father's eye. "It's rare, but it does happen. Mostly with royal blood. I was puzzled at first when neither you or Thor were connected, but now I understand better. The ones you were connected with had not been born yet." He sighed and shifted his gaze to the infant. "I only wish your queen had been stronger."
As do I...