Chapter 2 Posting
Chapter 3
"What?" Loki rasped out at the Asgardian boy. How could he claim to be Loki's brother? The boy sighed, running his hands over his face. "I'm Tyr Laffeysson. I was sent to Asgard to find my brother Loki. Looks like I already have." He said. For a second whatever glamor that covered him seemed to slip away, revealing his true Jotun skin for just a second. He then returned to his previous complexion.
"Why were you sent to find me?" Loki asked. Tyr seemed reluctant to answer, but Loki noticed his eyes flick over to a bag sitting on a chair beside his bed. "What's in there?" Loki asked, indicating the bag with his hand. Gabriel grabbed it bother Tyr could protest and dug out an old looking piece of parchment. Gabriel handed it to Loki, keeping his curious gaze on Tyr.
The parchment was addressed to him. Loki ignored Tyr's protests as he opened it and began to read.
Dear Tyr,
I am so sorry for the life you have lead. If it weren't for your Father I would have raised you myself. I simply hope that with him gone, you may branch out and find a new, safer life elsewhere. There is something I never told you, something you must know.
You have a brother. His name is Loki Laffeysson. He lives on Asgard with his new family. You must find him, and keep one another safe. Dark times are coming and I need to know that you will at least have each other. You need to find him before the next Convergence. That much is vital. Find a safe place and stay there with him until the Convergence is over. The forces at work are not ones to be trifled with.
Stay safe, for me.
- Your Mother
Loki looked up into the expectant gaze of Gabriel and Try. He passed the note to Gabriel and watched as he read it. "Well, she's right about one thing. You don't want to mess with what's coming. I remember last time, it wasn't pretty. A lot of people died." Gabriel said as he finished and returned the note to Tyr.
"Where did you get that?" Loki said, staring straight at Tyr. Tyr shifted and looked away. "I was given it by an old Jotun messenger a few decades ago. Since then I managed to slip my way into Asgard and get a place in the royal guard. I didn't expect to find you where I did. Why were you there?" Tyr asked. Loki stiffened and looked away, laying back down on the bed. Even the short conversation had exhausted him.
"That's my business, brother or not." He said before turning his back and drifting into a fitful sleep.
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The next time Loki awoke he was alone. He sat up carefully, trying not to aggravate his wounds. He could hear voices coming from another room and jumped as someone shouted. He cast his gaze around, looking for some clothing. He spotted a pair of pants and a shirt resting on the chair Tyr's bag had been on.
Laying his feet on the floor, he gently rose to his feet. Black encroached on his vision for a second before everything cleared and his head stopped spinning. He pulled the clothing on and went to investigate the voices.
He emerged into a long hallway. The voices were coming from the sitting room at the end. Another shout caused him to jump again. Thor would fit right in. He thought as he crept towards the room. He noticed the large number of rooms and wondered why Gabriel had housed them both in the same room.
As he reached the sitting room he saw Gabriel jump to his feet, shouting in triumph. "I win again! You should really practice this. You suck at it." Gabriel said to an exasperated Tyr. Tyr looked up and spotted Loki standing in the doorway. "Look who's finally up." He said, tipping his head towards him. Gabriel turned around and smiled.
"Great, now we can go get some food. How's up for Taco Bell?" Gabriel asked, walking away towards the kitchen. Loki sat on the couch where he had been and glanced down at the board before him.
"What is that?" He asked. It was a large mess of plastic structures and odd looking paths. Tyr glanced down and shrugged. "Some Midgardian game called mouse trap. We've played it a few times and Gabriel always wins." He leaned back studying Loki. His gaze fell on the cuts along his forearms, exposed by the short sleeved shirt. Loki shifted under the scrutiny and looked up as Gabriel can back in, carrying two glasses of some strange liquid.
"Here, drink this. It will help give you energy and take some of the pain away. Then we can leave." He said, handing the potions to Loki and Tyr. Loki waved his hand above it, checking for poison. After he deemed it safe he downed it in one gulp, remembering how Thor would always grumble about the foul taste of healing potions. Tyr did the same, cringing at the taste.
"It's too bad adding any sort of good flavor messes with the potion. You would think that things that make you feel better would taste good, not like some sort of pond scum." Gabriel chuckled and took back the glasses. He suddenly conjured up two chocolate bars, handing one to each of them. "I hear ya brother." He said.
"Now let's go. I need me some tacos." Gabriel said as he lead them out the door into the warm summer air. Loki squinted at the bright sunlight, enjoying its feel on his skin. He had never remembered the sun feeling quite as good.
Sorry I haven't posted in forever. Writers block, other stories, and laziness are powerful things. I promise I won't abandon this story. I'll try to post AT LEAST once a month. Add a review if you want to kneel to Loki.