Jokul Frosti. Was the son of Loki. A son unknown.
Who followed the moon.
For only the moon knew where it was Jokul would go.
A lost prince of ice & snow.
Who had all the world for him to roam.
But secretly longed only for one place.
A place called home.
The Avengers &
Jokul Frosti.
A fanfic by Stella limegood.
Prologue:
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Once long ago there was a small village high in the northern lands of what would one day be called Europe. It was a pleasant little place, surrounded by vast forests of pine accentuated by a wide stream that led to a little lake all under the eye of sleeping mountains.
A gentle place, so unassuming to the world, so small when compared to the vastness of the universe that it was if anything utterly insignificant.
Yet, it would be in this small little place where two Gods would come to rest their weary heads.
One God was built like an Ox, an obvious warrior, great to behold and just as bold! With a booming voice matched only by the thunder of the clouds above or the strike of his hammer. His name was Thor.
The other God was harder to describe. Quiet in manner but extremely striking to the naked eye. Like a great Cat every gesture & word that came from him was with exact precision. With his scholarly manner and dashing smile, he introduced himself as Loki.
They were both Gods from the Realm Eternal. Princes and Brothers united forever it seemed despite their differences. And they had come to the little village to rest having near ended what they assumed would be their finale sojourn to the world of Midgard.
Unbeknownst to the two Gods, who quickly entered the village's most well respected tavern, was another person present at the time who also descended from greatness.
She was a young woman raised in ignorance of her lost heritage. A heritage that could have been traced back to those most fable beings known only as the Fey of Avalon and yet to spare her the cruelty of death for being different she had been hidden away in this small town at birth. Raised as nothing more than a simple maiden of the community by her aunt. Her name was Rosijen Frost.
She was unknowingly the very last of her kind left.
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"What good luck we have had brother! Did I not tell you we would succeed!" shouted Thor happily as he gave his brother a hearty pat on the back. Ignoring the fact he was flinging his fourth cup of Midgardian Ale all over the place, including fellow travelers.
They had been told of a terrible beast that had been killing all over the mountain pass of this part of Midgard, and to Thor's joy & Loki's irritation had indeed found said beast & killed it abruptly. Despite not knowing what it had been exactly in the first place, except that it had in fact been quite horrible.
"Indeed you did, brother. However, I still say we should have captured it," replied Loki as he swiped away some of the Ale that Thor had spilled on him.
"BAH!" was Thor's elegant retort to the thought of capture & study, "Brother you spend too much time on the musings of logic!"
"Oh really?" said Loki raising one eyebrow.
"Yes. You must learn to enjoy the moment more brother!" Thor thundered adamantly, clanking his cup down upon their table in emphasis.
" As I have said so before!" Thor added.
Loki somehow managed to scoff whilst chuckling at the same time. Mentally he reviewed the past six months the two of them had spent on Midgard adventuring. He recalled a grand total of ten times that if he had been just "enjoying the moment" as Thor suggested, chances were they wouldn't be able to enjoy their nice ale presently.
"Forgive me brother, but I must disagree. If I was as impetuous as you, I'm afraid you would still be strapped to a chair by that charming Lady you made friends with." Chuckled Loki as he sipped coolly from his drink. A wide grin spreading across his face at the memory.
Thor's face turning a bright beat red at the same time adding another couple of inches to Loki's smug smile.
"She was in disguise. How was I to know!?" Thor grumbled. Clouds began to darken the evening sky outside the tavern, as if to counter the now plum color that adorned Thor's cheeks.
"Now, now brother, no need to get so upset," began Loki grinning, "after all I'm sure you could make any female Ogre happy!"
Thor momentarily lost his ability to speak due to the overwhelming feelings of embarrassment at his previous blunder!
Loki taking advantage of this continued to tease!
"Why I can see it now! She walks in warty as a hog!"
"!"
"You with your hammer! Her with her tooth filer."
"!?"
"As you approach our father in his throne room, the whole of Asgard kneels to the stench of your beloved amour! Her backside making sounds greater than the horns of the trumpeters at your grand announcement!"
"Brother!"
"Our mother Frigga faints from the sheer shock of her eldest son being betrothed to a woman who has so many curves she makes a continent look like an island! With a hide as hard as the rusted iron! She is quite lovely." Loki exaggerates seriously, as a small crowd gathers in amusement at his little tale.
"Brother! Please!" Thor spits out!
"Then the final moment comes! As our father taps you both once with his Holy Spear you turn to face each other! You lean in to kiss her passionately! You care not for the maggots around her mouth! Or for the flies that have nested in her nostrils!"
A loud guffaw could be heard from the now pleasant crowd of listeners. Amused by this Loki began to act out his narrative with merry hand gestures.
"You dear brother Thor! You care only for the soul of your beloved! A soul so rare that it is practically filled with nothing but undeniable lust! Lust! I tell you!"
"Loki!"
"Yes! Brother! Do not deny the truth! Her desire for you is only matched by her desire for food! Food that you will graciously give to her at every minute no matter how rotten it may be! Until she makes the bed break by the shear amount of weight that comes! Then you shall face your greatest challenge!"
"AND WHAT WILL THAT BE?!" shouted Thor at last finding his voice again now amidst the sea of jovial listeners gathered around their table.
"Why? Brother how could you not know?," deadpanned Loki seriously.
"It shall be parenthood of Little Thorgrelings!" he finished!
Thor shook the room with his mirth!
Laughter filled the entire tavern at the end of Loki's little spun story. A crowd of at least twenty good men of the village of all ages had started to gather around the two gods! Bringing up their own amusing stories of pretty nymphs, ugly hags & silly little stories of the wife they had to go home too later that day. After more calls for stories, and another good round of drinks, the sky of the little village grew dark.
Loki began to grow tired of the bustling little taverns mayhem, he had cast a strong spell earlier when they had battled the beast. The effects of which he was beginning to feel.
As he stood up to excuse himself, his brother now drunk caught his shoulder, "You know Loki! One day! HICCUP! One day you will harv…. haft had…HICCUP! YOU WILL BE CAUGHT! And you two will have a little bitty Lokittii!"
"Ha. Yes well, we shall see." Said Loki sarcastically, as he tried once more to free himself from Thor's strong drunken grip.
"No. No. Brother! You will! You will!" cried Thor eyes growing wide until he thundered, "ANOTHER DRINK AROUND!"
Loki slipped out of his brother's grasp, making his way outside the tavern as cheers emanated from behind him.
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The God Loki made his way through the small little village, observing the little fires where families had dinners roasting. Watching as children under the protective eyes of their mother's caught tiny glowing bugs in their hands. He found himself feeling a strange sense of serenity in this unimportant little village. He would recall eventually how he felt a calm seep into him, the way one might describe the sense of floating in water as waves gently roll under.
It was as the God mused over this inner peace that he came to the little lake, which rested just outside the last house of the village.
The moon was full. Glowing brightly above the place, stars reflected in the lake's surface were scattered all around, a cold gentle breeze blew across the ground, tugging at Loki's long dark hair.
He smiled softly.
Eyes leaving the moon's glow he felt his heart stop.
A woman was coming out of other end of the lake, bathed in the moonlight he saw her in her most natural state. Skin pale as snow, with hair that shimmered under the stars, she could have surpassed any Aesir beauty easily. When she turned around her eyes locked straight onto his. Her eyes like two soft dark pools.
A silence descended upon the whole village it seemed or perhaps it was just that Loki's breathe hitched.
The man no longer God stood there frozen speechless.
He awaited her judgment of him to be passed.
The moon hanging over their interaction in curiosity.
Loki could bare the silence no longer, "Forgive me!" he cried softly to this unknown goddess.
She looked up to the sky as if in thought, brought her gaze back to him and did the last thing Loki expected of her. She smirked at him.
"Well. I suppose I might? Just whom am I forgiving, anyway?" she queried.
"Loki milady. Loki of Asgard." he bowed his heart beating wildly.
She laughed, "Well you're a proper peeping ass I'll give you that!"
Loki grinned, "Would you prefer I be improper?!"
"Ha," she snapped, "Too late now!"
With that she turned her back to him. Walked up to the bank slipping on a small peasant dress, as she made her way towards where he stood. When she was close enough to be only a few feet away, Loki spoke again, "Please I know I am an ass, but by tomorrow I will be gone anyway so I don't see the harm. Please I beseech you what is your name, fair one?"
She let out a little chuckle that sounded to Loki like little bells ringing.
"Fair?" her eyes lit with amusement, "No one has ever called me fair afor!"
"Then I have the honor of being the first!" declared Loki bowing again.
"Indeed you do." She said arms crossing in habit. Then with a quick decision she decided to bow back at him.
"What did you say your name was again?" she asked.
"Loki m'love!" he cried realizing too late what he had let slip, "I mean m'lady! Not that you aren't lovely! You are lovely! I just! I mean we just met and I! Well you .. your!"
As the God known for his words stumbled upon them for the first time in over four hundred years the woman's eyes had gone from simple curiosity to outright amazement, to an almost prophetic like decision.
She took in this babbling prince before her. Wondering at this crazy inescapable moment of luck. Knowing her fate was sealed as a small town village girl. She made her choice.
She crossed the space between them, a soft wind picking up her shimmering hair, as she placed two fingers upon the tongue-tied God's lips. Silencing him.
"My love. my name is Rosijen Frost, but you feel colder than my name! Here let me show you how to keep warm."
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The next day the two Gods departed the small village. One with a searing headache another with a slightly hurting heart. They could not afford to linger in the peaceful little village not even for a extra day. Otherwise they would miss the bifrost opening, and be stranded on Midgard for five hundred earth years at least. The two Gods made their way out.
Glancing back at the little village only once. The warrior Thor made a remark that he had enjoyed the quiet little place but could not wait to return to the glory of Asgard, full of dreams of his next great battle.
His brother was silent for a long moment. A feeling of being split in two was all he spoke on the outside, pretending to only be in love with the tranquility of the small place. Not a single whisper was let loose of the woman he had spent the night with. Yet there was a part of the God Loki that felt he truly was making a mistake in leaving her? As if he now belonged in the small insignificant village?
Growing impatient the great Thor clamped his hand on his brother's shoulder steering him away from the village. Loki allowed his brother to lead as he had for hundred of years and never looked back.
As time passed the little village disappeared. The people spread to other places, the ones that stayed grew old & faded with the ongoing current of time.
The great pines were eventually cut all save those closest to the lake. The mountains that slept nearby continued to sleep till roads were made on top of them. All of time moved forward on the world of Midgard, till it seemed nothing of that small little village remained.
Nothing save one legend.
A little legend.
That nine months after Loki & Thor had left began it's own strange little story. In it's own strange little way.
The story that went by the name of Jack Frost.
Who also once many years ago carried the name Jokul Frosti.
The son of Loki.
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A son that recently no one knew existed, until Tony Stark caught him on top of the Empire State Building. Which is in fact where everything truly begins…