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A/N: We meet some from the marvel universe in this chapter, enjoy!
Chapter 9:
A tall, slim and lithe man dressed fully in a garb of green leather armor, walked as swiftly as possible towards the end of the narrow and largely decorated hall, to a golden door with emeralds decorated around it, sparkling cheekily in a great contrast of the man's mood.
The man pinched his nose, grabbed the intricately made gold handle and pushed it open, entering his room – his safe haven and the place where he could mostly be himself.
He roughly took off his helmet and threw it as hard as he possibly could, with his super, abnormal strength to people not of his kind, into the wall opposite of him.
He succeeded in causing a loud ruckus, the sound of metal on gold marble making a reverberating clanging noise, only increasing when the metal helmet knocked down on the ground. He also succeeded in gathering his temper, as his actions where extremely therapeutic to him.
The man leaned his lithe body against the wall, burying his head into his hands, until his shoulders stopped moving rhythmically in an upward and downward beat and hunched downwards as a sign of complete calm.
Getting up, he forcefully entered his bathroom in desperate need of a warm and calming shower.
He only had eyes for the huge gold marble bathtub decorated in emerald gems, which could easily fit five of the biggest frost giant.
Only the best for a Prince of Asgard, he thought sarcastically, before plunging himself into the large pool of water and bath oils.
Scooping lotion on his silky, midnight black hair, and then oil all around his lithe toned body, he thought of the events that outraged him so, leaving him in a wrathful mood.
The Lady Sif – and he used the term Lady, loosely, and her band of inadequate morons.
Whenever his brother wasn't around, his friends and closest confidants, the Lady Sif and the warriors three, Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg, would continuously pick on him and his fighting techniques, calling his magic childish play and a cheat.
In all fairness, Hogun and Fandral where the lenient ones of the four, they never looked to be amused with calling him names and irking him so – but Sif and Volstagg where something entirely different; when around his older brother Thor, Prince of Asgard and heir to the throne of Asgard once the All-Father King Odin steps down, they acted like the perfect lackeys, but when Thor's presence was away somewhere else, they would band on him and mock his god gifted talents and the build of his body, calling him too thin and not shaped to be a true warrior of Asgard – apparently one must be all muscle and brawn and no brain.
Loki sighed, he spent too long getting lost in his thoughts that the water had cooled down immensely. Getting up from the tub, he clicked his fingers, drying his body completely and went to the neat stack of sleepwear that were near the sink and got dressed.
Looking at the mirror, Loki studied his aquiline features and aristocratic looks. He was quite the handsome one with his shoulder length midnight black hair, round forest green eyes, prominent cheekbones and chin, and his toned and lithe body. In fact, the rare times he would make trips down to Midgard, he never failed to notice the plentiful men and woman admiring him from close and afar.
Sometimes, Loki wished that he could be treated like an equal to Thor.
The only person that showered him with love and affection, showing fairness between her two sons, was his sweet dear mother Freyja, who constantly taught him the wonders of magic, encouraging him to learn more and to never be ashamed of his gift and to always use it in a fight as it was his strong point.
Freyja never showed preference in Thor like his father Odin did, or the people of Asgard.
Loki wasn't a naturally jealous person; in fact, he could never bring himself to be jealous of his ever loving brother. He loved Thor immensely and unconditionally no matter how infuriating he could be, especially when he would make barbs of his magic like Sif and the warriors three would when he wasn't around.
Loki was awoken from his thoughts when the sound of bare feet echoed around his sleeping chambers. Loki titled his head sideways, listening clearly to the soft, pitter patter of delicate steps moving around his room.
Loki gritted his teeth – it was a well-known fact in Asgard that no one was allowed to enter any of the two Prince's chambers without permission. Even the All-Father and Queen Freyja had the decency to knock before bidding themselves entry.
Getting ready to rip apart the person on the other side, he grabbed the handle to his bathroom in a tight grip and opened the door swiftly, causing the gold marble door to bang loudly against the wall as it was thrown open.
He heard the person pause in their movement; searching for the intruder and getting ready to a give a tongue-thrashing that would scare the other person massively, he strode over into the depths of his chambers, before suddenly halting in his footsteps as he reached his magnificent, majestic and lavishly-made king-size bed that were drawn in a complete forest green bedding that Freyja herself had picked out, stating that it was her favorite as it were the color of his eyes.
For hiding in the corner, trying to make herself as small as possible, was a tiny girl.
Loki could only make out shoulder-length hair, the color of the most vivid ruby he had ever seen, and dainty little arms holding bare ankles tightly to her tiny body.
Loki paused as he knew there was no child currently in Asgard. At the moment, all the babes were at their teens, and this girl looked to be at least the age of three, perhaps two. Also, Loki knew no one of Asgard with hair the color of the purest rubies.
So where did she come from?
Loki suddenly felt bad for scaring the child, but in his defense, she did enter his room without his expressed permission. And so, he slowly knelt down on one knee, trying to keep his height as close to child's as possible and spoke in a soft, hopefully soothing voice, he remembered his mother used to use on him many millennia ago when he was a mere babe himself.
"Lítil stúlka, koma út þaðan vinsamlega."
But instead, the child whimpered softly, her hands pushing her ankles closer to her body with her tiny arms.
Loki tilted his head in confusion before his face dawn in comprehension. Perhaps, she doesn't understand Old Norse … maybe common tongue.
"Child, do you understand the common tongue?"
And with those seven words, the little girl slowly lifted her head so that only her eyes could be seen clearly, framed by ruby red hair that covered the whole of her face and Loki gasped.
Her eyes were mesmerizing, a color green he had never seen before but in the rich gems and crystals that adorned the halls of Asgard, they were the color of the clearest and most pure emeralds.
In Asgard, Loki was known for his unique eye coloring, since no Asgardians but he inherited the color of forest green. All Asgardians had different variations of blues, brown and black, and only some had hazel and olive green, but Loki's distinctive forest green were known only to him, and now this girl had eyes the color of emeralds.
Loki knew for sure that this little girl wasn't from this world; no Asgardian would have missed her distinctive hair and eye coloring that were seen only in the gems and crystals adorning the halls of the King's palace and the women in their jewelry.
Loki was now extremely curious to see what other unique features the child's face held, and so he took a few small steps forward; the girl was clever from what Loki could tell, her eyes held too much depth and wisdom for a girl her age, and he knew that she somehow could tell that he meant no harm.
Continuing in the common tongue, Loki said, "Child, would you show me your face and tell me your name?"
The girl titled her head in such an adorable way that Loki had to hold himself from cooing, he was a Seidhr, a warrior and Prince of Asgard, he did not fawn over little girls.
Slowly, the girl uncurled herself, letting go of her tiny, bare ankles and sat up straight though a bit unsurely, showing him a clear view of her face, and she was … gorgeous.
Gorgeous wouldn't even cut it, she was breathtaking, and a jewel that should be beheld by all that knew how to appreciate such vivid beauty.
She had a little button nose that he knew with age would shape into a perfectly straight nose with a curved slope, a heart-shaped face and the rosiest plump cupid bow-shaped lips. However, she looked to be a tad bit underweight as she was too skinny, but he decided to leave that question for later once he was properly acquainted with the mysterious girl that dropped into his private chambers uninvited, and seemingly from nowhere.
Her mouth opened slightly, and a tiny pink tongue licked rosy plump lips before speaking in a completely angelic voice, reminding him of soft bells and the melodious sound of birds that sang at the start of spring, "Odette, Odette Arielle Potter."
Odette Arielle Potter? That was not a common name, in fact her surname sounded completely foreign to him – her father's name wasn't included. He, himself was Loki Odinson and his brother, Thor Odinson, their surname derived from the name of the All-Father.
In fact, neither was Odette nor Arielle an Asgardian name; it was no common Old Norse name that were usually given to Asgardians when they were naught but mere babes – but the names suited her; two completely unique names that described the uniqueness she was and the uniqueness of her ruby hair and emerald eyes.
"My name barn, is Loki Odinson."
"Logi, no … Loki Odinson," the girl, Odette Arielle repeated obediently, her tongue twisting over the syllables of his name with such expert ease, trying to cement it into her memory.
"Yes Lítil stúlka, now can you please tell me how you managed entry into my chambers?"
The girl frowned in confusion, tiny lines appearing on her forehead and Loki found himself trying his hardest not to smooth it over with his hands, wondering if her skin looked as soft as the most expensive silk.
"I thought I was in my bedroom, the last thing I remember was Daisy tucking me in bed and then finding myself here," she looked around at her surroundings, and for the first time recognition dawned in her eyes that she was indeed not in her bedroom.
"Hmm, that is indeed odd. Who is Daisy, if I may be so presumptuous to ask?"
"Daisy is my house elf," she giggled in childish joy, "but she treats me like my mommy should," she added in a softer voice, and Loki was under the impression that the last part wasn't meant for his ears, but Asgardians had excellent senses, eye vision and hearing, so the girl wouldn't know.
Loki scowled slightly, it seemed that Odette Arielle wasn't treated well by her own mother; he then did a double take, "House elf?"
"Oops," Odette Arielle gasped, her emerald eyes widening in slight horror, and her hands clapping over her plump little lips, covering it completely. She looked to be inwardly chastising herself.
"You're a muggle … I shouldn't have said that!"
"A mugg- Ahh," finally Loki understood who this little girl might be and where she possibly hailed from. He heard the term 'muggle' spoken only from the few Midgardian Seidhrs he had run into during some of his excursions into Midgard, and he derived from her British accent, that she must be from the British wizarding world. "You're a witch, barn?"
"You know?" the girl asked curiously, her face brightening in relief, dropping her hands back down and playing nimbly with her tiny fingers, nerves all gone.
"Seeing as I have magic, of course I know," Loki smiled tentatively; for proof, he opened his palms and a small harmless green fire glowed dancing around and forming the shapes of birds and butterflies for the little girl's enjoyment.
Odette Arielle squealed in delight, her hands going through the fire illusions as she tried to catch them with her tiny bare hands.
Loki's eyes glinted with amusement; he had never been around children as they were always wary of the Silvertongue prince, but this little girl looked to be happy and so relaxed being in his presence which warmed his heart.
"Now Odette Arielle," Loki began, closing his palm and ending the little magic show he had created for the child's amusement, "you appearing in Asgard is very strange indeed, you are the first mortal that have ever managed to enter our world … I'll have to collaborate with the All-Father later, but I'm pretty sure you have travelled through your dreams, it must be a skill you have or maybe your subconscious activated by your powerful magic helped you escape from something …"
The little girl began squirming as she spoke in a low voice, low enough that Loki with his excellent hearing had to bend over to listen intently so as to not miss a word.
"My mommy and daddy don't like me, they prefer my twin brother over me, only Daisy would talk to me and take care of me," she then looked up at him with shining eyes as tears threatened to fall, breaking Loki's heart, "I heard mommy and daddy say I have no magic because that is what the old man told them, but I don't like the old man, he gives me a bad feeling, but I have magic, I swear I do!"
Loki felt a vein in his forehead threaten to burst at the proof he needed that her parents weren't treating her well, deciding to ignore that fact for the time being, lest something breaks in his chambers and frightening the girl, he concentrated on what else she informed him and scoffed in disbelief.
"Don't have magic?! Of course you have magic, little seidhr! You're practically glowing with the amount of magic that is naturally running through your veins, it is very ambient; you're going to grow into a very powerful seidhr I can tell from now. If I may ask, how old are you, Lítil stúlka?"
Odette Arielle adorably held out her hand, showing three tiny fingers, squealing in childish joy, "Three!" before enquiring in such innocence, "Really, Mr. Loki? You truly believe me?"
Loki smiled, "Of course I do barn, I am a very powerful magic wielder myself, and magic is my expertise. I see it very strongly in you; in fact magic seems to particularly favor you from what I can see and feel … and no Mr. Loki, just Loki."
"I remember the old man would always invade my mind, looking for something but he could never find it, but I would always recoil from him, he gives me an icky feeling," she told him in a conspiratorial manner, making Loki smile.
"Old man you say? Well from what I can tell, your magic felt threatened by him, and so it hid itself from the old man's sights … he must have been checking you to see if you have any magic within you, probably with the permission of your parents. What is the old man's name?" Loki asked. He wanted a name so that he could possibly check out his credentials and if he meant the girl any harm.
"Albus Dumbledore," she answered obediently after a few moments of thinking.
Loki frowned, the name wasn't familiar, however it has been centuries since he last checked on the seidhrs of Midgard, perhaps it was time to pay them a visit – for some reason, he was feeling a very protective streak within him when it came to Odette Arielle Potter.
Another thought that came to Loki's mind, was that for a three year old, Odette Arielle seemed to have no troubles with speaking and understanding the common tongue – quite interesting.
"Odette Arielle, would you mind enlightening me as to why you speak the common tongue so deftly for one your age?"
She shrugged, "We have a huge library, and mommy and daddy always ignored me for Charlus – my twin brother, so I would spend all my time studying magic, languages and various other things, I remember everything that happened to me since I was five months old, maybe even earlier."
"An eidetic memory!" he gasped in astonishment, "My, my, my, you really are full of surprises – and pray tell, how many languages can you speak in?"
"Fluently, I can speak English, French and Latin," she said proudly, a bright smile bestowing her beautiful features.
"Oh? And why did you chose French and Latin?" asked Loki in amusement, who knew that he would enjoy a conversation with a three year old of all things, but then again, she was a clever girl who could certainly hold a conversation, which was more than he could say for most Asgardians who could barely speak of anything other than war, battle and ale.
"I read somewhere that French is the language of love, something I am lacking in my life other than from Daisy," she spoke sadly, looking down and fiddling with a loose thread in her nightwear, she then perked up and continued, "but I chose Latin, because most spells used are in that language."
Trying to cheer the Lítil stúlka up, Loki said, "If your visits here become a common occurrence, then I will let you in my special library and teach you Old Norse language as well as Norse runes … the most powerful spells and enchantments are in Old Norse after all, mostly long and forgotten spells."
Odette Arielle perked up, all signs of sadness vanished immediately, nodding her head happily, "Oh please, can you, can I?"
"I already said that I would barn," he replied in amusement.
"What does barn mean? In English it is a place for animals," she wrinkled her nose adorably.
Loki laughed, something he hadn't done in a long time, unless he was around his mother, Freyja, "It is Old Norse for child, and Lítil stúlka is Old Norse for little girl."
"I can't wait to learn … but-"the girl suddenly looked sad.
It was surprising how instantly her demeanors would change as quickly as lightening at times.
"But what, Lítil stúlka?" pressed Loki curiously.
"What if I'm unable to come back here?" she asked sadly.
Loki smiled at her, as if he knew a secret she wasn't in the in yet, "I know that you will be able to, Odette Arielle; your magic is informing me that you would be a constant visitor to Asgard."
Loki was able to see a smile lift from Odette Arielle's face before her body vanished all together, signaling that her body in Midgard had awoken from the deep sleep she was in.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
For the past three months, Asgard was shocked as the Silvertongue Prince of Asgard, Loki Odinson no longer scowled, or looked sullen anymore; instead, there was a bright smile on his face, and he would constantly check on his surroundings as if he were waiting for someone.
Odin, Freyja and Thor believed that he was quite smitten with a woman, and was finally falling in love.
Hogun and Fandral were indifferent, although a part of them were shocked at his change in demeanor.
The Lady Sif and Volstagg however, scoffed whenever they weren't around the royal family, saying that in no certain way was Loki smitten with a lady of any caliber, as no women would be foolish enough to give him their heart.
Thor would constantly press his brother for details, curiously wanting to learn her name – but Loki wouldn't budge. And no matter how many times Freyja would berate Thor to leave his brother alone, allowing Loki his privacy, Thor wouldn't listen.
Thor took it upon himself to following Loki around like a particularly annoying shadow, only to get bored to tears as Loki would spend nearly all his time in his private libraries searching for information he would not share – Loki even stopped practicing his magic, something that managed to shock even the All-Father.
Odin was beginning to get worried, he prided himself in knowing everything about his sons, and the fact that one of his sons was carrying around a secret, disturbed him. If it weren't for his wife, he would have demanded an answer from his youngest son long ago.
And so, Thor took another approach. He constantly asked Loki to spar with him, stating that he wanted to spend more time with his little brother, and that he had already memorized Lady Sif and the warriors three's battle stances and special moves.
Loki, knowing that it was only an excuse, but willing to take a break from his research and humor his beloved older brother, agreed.
Which was how he found himself down in one of the gardens of Asgard with Thor; Lady Sif and the warriors three were sitting in the witness stands surrounding them in order to observe the two Princes of Asgard spar.
It was only ten minutes in, when Thor began rebuking Loki for cheating, as using magic during a spar was not allowed – of course, his four followers agreed with Thor, and Loki found himself wishing he had never agreed to spar with his childish brother, until –
"Loki!" an angelic voice squealed, and Loki suddenly found something solid bump into him and latching on to his knees. He looked down, only to see thick ruby hair glistening with the sun surrounding the garden.
"Grænn gimsteinn minn," said Loki in adoration, the endearment he took it upon himself to call her – his green gem. "Oh how I have missed you, little one!"
Thor, Sif, Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg watched in complete bewilderment as Loki Odinson bent down on one knee, grabbing the child and engulfing her in a big hug, his strong arms wrapped around the little girl's frame in complete fondness.
"It has been two days since I have last seen you! I tried to come, but couldn't," the little girl huffed, pouting her lips in such an adorable fashion that had the four warriors and heir to Asgard's heart melt.
"How many times must I tell you to not push yourself, grænn gimsteinn minn? Let your magic be free, your magic is still getting used to such long distance traveling," Loki chided her gently in such a paternal fashion that left the other five to gape at him.
Thor bravely took a few steps closer, "Brother, who is this child that you speak with?"
Bright emerald green eyes widened in slight embarrassment, before hiding and taking cover into Loki's chest causing him to chuckle softly and carry her deftly in one arm. The little girl then proceeded to wrap both hands around his neck and hide her face in the crook of Loki's neck.
"This is Odette Arielle, she has been visiting me for about three months now …" he sent a sharp look full of amusement at his brother, "Not a fair maiden I have been trying to woo as you can see, big brother."
"I see," said Thor, letting out a few awkward chuckles as he scratched the back of his neck.
Sif scoffed in a know-it-all fashion, "I knew no proper Lady would give her heart out to you."
Poor, blundering Thor didn't recognize Lady Sif's words to be an insult, spoken in complete derision and disrespect to a Prince of Asgard. Hogun and Fandral however did, and they backed up slightly not wanting a fight to break out with a little girl in their midst.
But before Loki could say anything to Sif, a small voice peeped out, lacking its usual angelical tone filled with innocence, but spoken harshly with concealed hatred lacing her words, "How dare you speak to Loki that way! I may only be three years of age, but don't presume to think that I wouldn't be able to understand you disrespecting one of the Princes of Asgard! If the All-Father heard you right about now, you would have been sentenced to punishment or maybe even banished. You're just petty because Loki is smarter than you and better in battle, while you, who happen to be nothing but a bitter woman, trying to get yourself in high place by surrounding yourself with men with higher stature!"
There was silence in the room as everyone but Loki, stared at the little girl in awe and shock.
Thor frowned, trying to find the insult in Lady Sif's words the little girl spoke of, while Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg alternated their faces from the shocked and highly embarrassed Lady Sif, to the tiny, innocent yet fragile-looking little girl that held a look of deep loathing in her distinctive emerald eyes which were boring into dull brown ones.
Loki however was looking at his grænn gimsteinn in complete pride and adoration. She just happened to be the second person to have ever defended his honor, other than Freyja, and Loki could honestly say that he wasn't expecting her to speak up for him, especially with how shy she acted when seeing Thor for the first time.
"How dare you, a little girl, speak to me the Lady Sif, with such disrespect? Hold your tongue!" Sif yelled, her hands fisted into balls and her dull brown eyes narrowing at the girl that was settled comfortably in Loki's arms.
Before any of the five men in the room could intervene, Odette Arielle spoke once again, a sneer on her small cherubic face, looking completely foreign like it didn't belong there.
"And how dare you, a lowly Asgardian warrior, speak to Prince Loki of Asgard in such derisive tones filled with ill-veiled contempt! It seems to me, that you are the one that should learn to hold your tongue when not only in the presence of royalty, but two."
"I am Lady Sif, Goddess of the Vanir-" Sif began, only to be interrupted by Odette Arielle.
"Yes, and nothing but a friend and sometimes companion to Prince Thor, however that does not give you leeway to insult his brother! Don't assume yourself to be so high and mighty that Prince Thor would choose you over his own brother."
Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg held Sif back, trying to get her to stay silent, but Thor intervened, seeing as his brother was not about to silence the little girl he looked to be incredibly fond off.
"Lady Sif, my friends the warriors three – can you please excuse us, I think that a visit to the All-Father is needed," said Thor confidently, drawing himself to his complete height.
Loki's eyes flashed with worry, something Sif caught on to by the smug look she was throwing at him.
King Odin appreciated Lady Sif's talent in battle, she was after all the Goddess of War, and she knew that the All-Father would banish the little monster and punish his son Loki for letting an intruder in their great halls, only to speak to her betters with such disrespect.
"Of course Prince Thor," said Sif in a disgustingly sweet voice that made Loki and Odette Arielle shiver in disgust.
As Thor, Loki and Odette Arielle who was still being carried protectively in Loki's arms walked away from the garden and into the palace, Odette Arielle witnessed Hogun and Fandral wave at her slightly from behind Sif and Volstagg's back, with small unsure smiles on their face, causing Odette Arielle to smile back brightly at the them with a wave of her own.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
King Odin and Queen Freyja were lounging about in the Throne room, which was completely devoid from people, except for the two royals, when Thor strode inside, announcing that there was an intruder in their midst that seemed to be particularly familiar with Loki.
Odin and Freyja were definitely surprised at this turn of events, they knew that Loki was keeping a secret from every one in Asgard, and they thought him to be in love with an Asgardian – not someone that didn't belong in their beloved world.
"Send the both of them in," said Odin, rage showing clearly on his slightly old features, his one eye narrowing at the door, waiting to see who this intruder was, and ignoring his beloved Freyja's hand on his warning him to keep his temper down.
But Freyja need not have bothered, because the instant Loki entered with a delicate child sitting in his arms protectively, with her tiny, dainty arms and legs holding onto his neck and waist respectively, all anger faded from Odin's face, his one eye widening in surprise and his mouth slightly gaping.
Freyja gasped and her husband and two sons could clearly see that she was itching to rush over to the little girl and hold her in her arms – Freyja loved children and had always wanted a daughter, but was unable to bear any due to some problems with Odin after too much wounds he had received during battle.
"A child…" Odin spoke slowly, "The intruder is a child … Loki? Did you cast any magic on her, transforming her into a little girl?" he asked suspiciously, and only Freyja and Odette Arielle noticed the hurt look that overcame Loki's handsome features before he expertly hid them behind an impassive mask.
"Of course not, father," said Loki adamantly, his hold on Odette Arielle tightening slightly, ready to transport her out of the room in case Odin decided to harm her.
Odette Arielle was a smart and clever little girl, and she could tell that the All-Father would not believe the circumstances unless he had enough proof, and so, she squirmed slightly in Loki's arms so that she could turn around and face the King and Queen of Asgard.
Speaking clearly in her angelic voice, completely devoid of any hatred or disrespect now that the mean Lady Sif was gone, said, "If you like, I give you my permission to check if there has been any magic done on me."
Odin's eyebrows rose at her words, he could clearly see the look of resignation on Loki's face at the little girl's words – how much do they know each other? For Odin could tell that the little girl was a stubborn one, and Loki to have experienced such stubbornness in her before to know that he wouldn't be able to change her mind once set.
The All-Father beckoned her forward, watching as the little girl placed one dainty hand on Loki's face comfortingly, conveying with her eyes to trust her. He then watched as his younger son, gently placed the child down on the floor, and the little girl walk slowly albeit a bit shyly over to his throne.
From the corner of his eye, Odin could see Freyja's arms itching to hold her, but stopping herself – something Odin was thankful for, at least until he had proven that she was no imposter portraying herself around as a child and a threat to Asgard and the royal family.
Odin let his magic seep around the little girl's figure, testing her aura and trustworthiness, checking what her motives were for coming into Asgard.
Odin was shocked to see that she was in fact, a mere little girl, no older than the age of three … the girl had her own brand of magic, and he inwardly gasped as he recognized her magic to be from the Midgardian Seidhrs, but gifted with other brands of magic and gifts that weren't presented to herself yet … Odin sensed such pure innocence, a pure heart and a will to prove herself … he found her to be a girl deeply hurt, but by who? He didn't know … and lastly, he sensed a dark aura emanating from her, but it wasn't from her, but something that was leeching onto her soul – something she was still too young to find out about, but in time he would erase.
The All-Father retracted his magic, "I find nothing harmful coming from her or her intentions, she is just a mere babe with the power to cross over to other worlds through her subconscious – for now," he then looked into her uniquely emerald eyes and said, "I am sorry for the reception I have presented you with, but as King I had to ensure the safety of my people first and my son who you seemed to be attached to," he spoke the last part in amusement, and Loki was shocked to see his father act so cheeky, losing the strictness he barely saw him without.
"I understand, I would have done the same if I were in your position," the little girl said sweetly, showing nothing but sincere honesty in her eyes, something that Odin could not help but respect – the girl showed wisdom beyond her years.
"What is your name, little one?" Freyja couldn't help but ask as she looked down at the most beautiful and adorable girl she had ever seen.
"Odette Arielle Potter, Queen Freyja," answered the girl in a respectful yet childish tone.
"Oh, come now, we'll have none of that Queen business out of you sweet one, I would like you to call me mom or mother," Freyja answered back lovingly.
Odette Arielle's eyes widened in shock and sadness, she had always wanted a mommy, but her mommy didn't love her – why did everyone but her mommy, daddy and Charlus love her, when her own family didn't?
Loki, understanding the emotions that his grænn gimsteinn was going through, went over to her, knelt down and encompassed her in a hug as she cried her little heart out on Loki's shoulder. Upon seeing the look of confusion on Odin, Freyja and Thor's face, Loki hastened to explain, not wanting to hurt his mother's feelings.
"Her family has never shown her love, they ignore her and leave her care in the hands of a servant, a house elf, so you showing her love and asking her to call her mom made her happy but sad since her own mother despises her existence."
The three royals looked shocked at the news, and if the people in question weren't down in Midgard, they would have annihilated them long ago.
Suddenly Odette Arielle jumped into Freyja's arms and said, "I would love to call you momma!" with a brilliant smile on her face.
And so, that was how Odette Arielle Potter was inducted into Asgard. Odin and Freyja doted on her, and Thor always made her laugh, protecting her and teaching her battle moves even though she was only three.
But Odette Arielle preferred being around Loki the most, and no one was surprised when they found the two to be deep inside Loki's private library, studying magic.
Loki took it upon himself to teach Odette Arielle Old Norse, as well as Norse Runes, while Freyja taught her the art of healing.
It was never odd to see a gorgeous little girl with hair as bright as rubies and eyes glowing like emeralds, run around the garden or the halls of Asgard looking for Loki, or someone from the royal family.
But what did shock the people of Asgard, was when she began hanging around Fandral and Hogun, who had taken a great liking to the fiery spit-fire from the moment they had laid eyes on her. They had even given her a nickname of their own, spýta-eldur, meaning spit-fire in Old Norse
Only the Lady Sif seemed to hate the presence of Odette Arielle in Asgard, but now that she was under the protection of the All-Father, she couldn't do anything about her, but seethe silently and pray that she would just disappear one day.
Little did she know that one day her wish would eventually come true…
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
Odette Arielle Potter was happy.
Ever since she had first met Loki Odinson, her life changed to the better. She stopped caring a lot over the fact that her parents ignored her and her brother hated her, always trying to get her into trouble.
In Potter Manor, she had Daisy to look out after her and keep her company while she was in the library learning Greek and Italian, while practicing wandless magic in charms and transfiguration for years four and five.
Odette also began sleeping more than usual as she couldn't wait to visit Asgard and more importantly Loki.
Loki began teaching her Old Norse as well as runes; spells that she had never heard of before. Thor taught her the importance of weapons and how to battle, promising her that once she was old enough, he would teach her how to spar with a proper sword of her choosing. Freyja kept on mothering her, always making sure she ate properly while teaching her etiquette, something she knew that Lily Potter would never teach her.
Odette was even being taught the art of healing magic with Lady Eir, who happened to be the healer of Asgard.
The All-Father, Odin would teach her some politics and the methods to being a fair ruler, as well as the history of Asgard ever since she told him of the books she found in the Potter Manor library, saying they were naught but myths.
Odin was appalled by how much Midgardians seem to fabricate stories about them, and took it upon himself to teach her the truths instead of the falsities.
Turns out, Asgard was not a planet or alternate-dimension, but another world that serves home to the Norse Gods. It was not round like Earth, which was what they called Midgard, but a flat, asteroid-like mass that has a top surface with a gravitational pull in order to keep the citizens and their cities from floating into the void.
She also learnt that Asgard was connected to two other realms, that Asgardians refer to as the "Nine Worlds", which were; Vanaheim, Alfheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Hel and Muspelheim. There are nexus portals that exist on each of these worlds except for Midgard, and some of these worlds are in direct contact with the roots of Yggdrasil, the cosmic ash tree that stands in Asgard.
Odin also explained to Odette the importance of the Bifrost, the Rainbow bridge, a portal that allowed the occupants of Asgard to travel to Midgard, that was safely guarded by the guardian Heimdall, brother of Sif, who unlike his sister, was actually polite, respectful and held a certain fondness to Odette.
Loki also explained to Odette the story behind why Sif shared a certain hatred and deep loathing to him.
Like most Asgardians, Sif was born with golden hair, but was turned black after Loki had cut it and replaced it with enchanted hair made by the dwarves.
When Odette questioned why he would do such a thing, Loki told her that he wanted to court the Lady Sif when he was in his middle adolescent years, and Sif had agreed. Loki thought that the Lady Sif was growing to be deeply fond of him, when one day, Loki caught her in the midst of throws of passion with his own brother Thor when he knocked on his chambers.
Loki was broken hearted, especially when he found out that the reason Sif wanted their courting to be kept a secret from all Asgardians, was for fear that Thor wouldn't want to court her himself if he knew his brother was in love with her.
Odette was horrified that Sif was two-timing the two princes in the hopes of being seen as royalty one day, and was touched that Loki never bothered to inform Thor that he was courting her while he was engaging in nights of passion with the Lady Sif – Loki didn't want Thor to lose a great friend, and a lady he was growing to care immensely for.
And so, Loki instead demanded retribution to Lady Sif by ruining her hair that she was extremely fond of and famous for.
Odette found herself disliking the Lady Sif even more after that, and felt pity for Thor, as he was unable to see Sif for the person she truly was. Loki did inform Odette that Thor and Sif were friends now, but usually enjoyed the other's company late at night, but that if it escalated to marriage he would tell Thor the truth.
Another thing Odette liked about Loki was that he did not treat her like a child she actually was, but spoke to her maturely, never playing things down due to her age and being completely honest and truthful with her.
Loki informed her that her appearing at Asgard was a gift she had, called Dream-Walking; it meant that, in her dreams she could travel between different worlds and into other people's thoughts, but once she had matured and her magic became stronger, growing a bond between herself and her magical core – she would be able to enter any realm or place she intended during her dreams whenever she so desired.
Loki promised Odette that once she was older and more in touch with her magical core, he would teach her how to clone herself, and control one of her affinities to ice, as well as teleportation. But for now, she was happy to learn spells, Old Norse and Runes, healing magic, weaponry and history from the royal family.
A/N: Old Norse:
Lítil stúlka, koma út þaðan vinsamlega – Little girl, come out from there please.
Barn – Child.
Lítil stúlka – Little girl.
Grænn gimsteinn minn – My green gem.
Spýta-eldur – Spit-fire.