Hellooo all, I'm really glad you have enjoyed the last three. Big shout out to my most frequent fans, lokiworshipper13, savysnape7,and writer-girl19 and of course the mysterious Anonymous3:30. Thank you all for the support and mega amazing comments. I'm so glad you're enjoying this. Because you're enjoying it a lot, I won't be finishing at chapter 19 like before, or starting a new story. I shall be writing for some time with this, so feel free at any time to drop in an idea or something you would like to see. I love to accommodate my story to something you would like also. Don't feel nervous to ask if something can happen or if you would like to see something change, because after all, it is for yoouuuuu!
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"He still has a temperature..." Loki said, looking over to Leera who snuggled up underneath the silk cover, smiling at the events of the previous night that they had both shared. Loki grinned noticing the gleam of happiness in his wife's eyes. Turning the face his son Loki heard Leera rustle around under the duvet.
"What's wrong with him?" Leera asked, leaning forward just a little. Loki frowned as she looked at his son, beads of sweat trickled down his little forehead and his skin, still blue as ever.
"I don't know. I know nothing of the illnesses of frost giant, as ironic as that sounds" Loki scoffed at himself and rubbed his chin, thinking and sighing and thinking and sighing.
"Perhaps, just listen to me a minuet Loki, perhaps your moth-, Frigga; she raised you from new born. Maybe you had similar symptoms to Loofney when you were a child? You could ask her and see if she knows anything. You quarrel is not as much with her as it is with Odin and Thor" Leera offered, stroking the silk duvets, looking at her husband. Loki nodded and left his sleeping son, and climbed into the bed with Leera, underneath the covers.
"You're right. Perhaps I should ask. If anyone knows more about raising a frost giant, it is her" Leera smiled and nodded, snuggling into Loki's side, laying her head on his chest.
"What are you going to do about Odin and Thor in the meantime?" Leera quizzed, kissing Loki's jugular.
"I shall try to stay away enough as possible. I cannot be... I do not want to waste my breath speaking to them. They drain both my soul and my intelligence. I find myself in the presence of fools when I converse with them. Better I not speak to them at all." Loki said, pressing his head back into the pillow.
"Do you ever wish for things to be different? Do you wish that you were never told?" Leera asked curiously, stroking Loki's silk covered chest.
"I haven't pondered on what ifs, truth be told. I do not have the luxury of wishing for such things, Leera. What is, is. If I had the option of going back and reliving my life, I would not take it. Knowing what I know now. If I could, I would visit myself, although it may sound silly, I would speak to the child Loki, and tell him everything, so he need not find out his heritage in the way I did in Jotunheim. At least it would give him time to at least accept his heritage and seek out where he belongs. That would have been a kinder fate for one such as I." Loki finished and turned his neck to the side, allowing Leera better access to kiss his alabaster skin.
"I'm sorry Loki, for how things turned out for you" Leera spoke, angling her head and looked up at his face. Loki smiled weakly and kissed Leera's head.
"So, shall we take him to Frigga, or shall we send for her?" Leera asked, sitting up on her elbow, her face over his and her dark locks draping down the sides of his cheek bones.
"Send for her. It would be best" Loki replied and brushed Leera's locks behind her ears. Sitting up, Loki got up from the bed a second time that morning and walked to the newly fixed door. "Guards? Send for the queen" Loki addresses the men in armour, once opening his chamber door. "I wish for her counsel" the guards nodded and left without hesitation. Loki closed the door and looked back at his wife. "You look tired"
"Well we didn't exactly get much sleep last night" Leera joked, raising an eyebrow. Loki chuckled and scratched the back of his neck as if nervous.
"Yes, indeed. An early night tonight perhaps? I feel rather sleepy this morning" Loki exhaled and waved his hands across his body, dressing himself.
"Just because you can do that Loki, doesn't mean you should do that all the time. You're getting lazy" Leera rolled her eyes, and slide from the bed. "I dress normally, so should you" she poked her Tongue out and skipped lightly to the washroom.
"Yes my dear, but I have an advantage to you. You do not possess magical abilities..." Loki grinned and waved his hands across the bed to make it up nicely before his moth-, before Frigga came.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that!" Leera called back from the side room. Loki's brow creased and crossed his arms.
"Explain my dear" Loki said, intrigued. Leera popped her head around the washroom door, a gleam in her eyes.
"Your magical from birth right, your whole being and soul?..." Loki nodded, agreeing and leaned against a wall, listening to he continue "... Well didn't you give half your soul to me? Therefore, passing half your 'magic' to me" Leera grinned and moved back into the washroom. Loki's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of that. Dropping his hands to his side, a feeling of excitement welling in his stomach, he strode over to the washroom. Leera stood, happily, brushing her hair, facing the mirror.
"Have you, I mean, can you do anything?" Loki asked, leaning against the door frame. Leera grinned, turning around and placing down the brush on the washroom shelf.
"How do you think I have not fallen pregnant again since the birth of Loofney? Some of us take precautions" Leera placed a hand on her hips playfully.
"I um, well. We are married, we shouldn't have to use-" Loki's cheeks reddened, and Leers giggled at his sudden embarrassment.
"No offence Loki, but I'm not going through that again..." Leera stepped out of the washroom and pointed to the cot "... Anytime soon. If you didn't happen to notice, he was slightly bigger than normal new borns" Loki cleared his throat and looked at his hands, feeling rather embarrassed and shuffled from one foot to another.
"So can you do anything else?" Loki changed the subject. Leera looked amused at Loki's sudden red cheeks and walked past, choosing a loose dress from the wardrobe.
"I lit a candle yesterday; I just waved my hand, and a flame appeared. Nothing other than those things" Leera looked back, sliding on her dress. Loki approached her and fastened the laces up for her. Finishing getting ready and hand lightly knocked the door.
"Enter" Loki announced and stood in front of the cot. Leera wandered over to the bed and sat down. Frigga entered the room with a glorious smiled on her ageless face, her dress dancing around the floor, swaying back and forth as she closes the door.
"You sent for me, my son?" Frigga said softly, striding further into the room.
"I gather Thor has told you about the events of last night?" Loki said, crossing his arms. Frigga's smile faded as her son did not acknowledge her as mother and rather went straight to the point.
"He has. What Do you seek my council?" Frigga said, Alger smile returning, trilling with all her heart to show affection towards her youngest.
"The circumstance has not changed. He still sleeps with a wet brow and rapid breaths. I wish to ask whether this may have happened when I was a youngling so I know as to what I can do for my son" Loki said, emotionless, but felt slightly guilty. Loki knew Leera was right. He had no quarrel with her. It was down to Odin that she kept the secret from him. She was the one who nursed him. Who made him feel like an equal. How cared not that he had a passion for the arts not for war and fighting. Loki could not help but allow his ever so frequent shield from emotions crack as he looked into the magical eyes on that woman. The woman who raised him as her own. His mother. Frigga could read Loki like a book, after all, it was she, not Odin that stayed by his side, day by day and watched him grow and learn and grow and learn, and support him in whatever decisions he made. Walking forward, casting a quick smile to Leera, Frigga walked to loci and took his face in her hand.
"May I take a look at him?" she said ever so gently. Loki's stomach twisted as his mother asked him for permission. He nodded and removed his face from her hand, stepping aside.
The golden queen of Asgard floated over to the cot graciously and reached in, pulling out little Loofney, and cradled him in her arms. "It's like holding you all over again Loki" Frigga said, looking up to her son. Loki turned his face from her and stood by his wife, holding her hand. "How I've missed the feeling of a child in my arms" she said almost to herself. Skimming her eyes over the small body, eyeing his blue skin and the patterns that led upon it. Sighing she moved to the bed and sat down, stroking his wet head, waking him up. Loofney slowly opened his red eyes and instantly cried. Frigga cooed at him and rubbed her thumb over his small hand. Loki looked on and felt sick and distant memories of him and his mother together danced before his eyes. Images of Loki falling on the ground, cutting his hand, and Frigga leaning down to his small frail body, kissing away the pain. Loki frustrated and not being able to fight his brother during sparring and the golden queen looking on smiling encouragement at him. He won the fight not long after. Images and Frigga reading him tales of the stars in the sky, sending him back to sleep after a nightmare. She was there for him, like no other, and Loki felt sick.
Loofney squeezed hard on Frigga's index finger and kicked his legs out. Shaking her head at him to stop, Frigga placed a hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat. Loki was right, it was rather rapid. "Is he ok?" Leera asked nervously, leaning over to look at her son, squinting every so often at his loud wailing.
"I have seen this before..." Frigga said, not answering Leera's question, but smiled instead as a response.
"In me?" Loki asked, genuinely curious.
"Yes my son. When you were just a week old, you came down with the same symptoms. You slept, you perspired and you stayed in your natural skin colour. We did not know what was wrong, as we were jot familiar with the offspring of a frost giant. I tried many remedies, but you just fought them off. You may have been quiet, but you were a stubborn baby..." Frigga looked up and grinned "... So, I read up on, hours upon hours, of frost giant illnesses, and such a like. And nothing was found, nothing that related anyway. So, I thought. Frost giants are blue, from birth and by nature. The climate they live in accommodates their cold skin, allowing them to live comfortably. When you came here, your skin changed, the temperature changed. It was all foreign to you. Before your father found you, you were happy in your skin, happy with the temperature. But it was warmer here, and the people were of a different colour. If you remember rightly. We kept your windows open during the night to allow the cold air into your room. Not enough that it would change your skin back to its natural state, but enough to keep you cool. I never dressed you in any thick garment Loki, that is why you have always worn what you have; to keep your from heating up. That is why you have always had you window open. That is why you sat in the shade outside when it was warm. Not because I was ashamed of your natural state, because I wasn't not Loki, and I still am not, but simply to keep you cool, to keep you comfortable.
Loofney is uncomfortable. He is in this form to try and cool himself down. When he sleeps he is in a vegetative state. But when he wakes, although in this form, he feels the warmth, and it agitates him. Your windows have been closed every night have they not? And you have wrapped him up in blankets and furs? That was the mistake I made. You need to cool him down. As simple as it sounds, it makes all the difference..." Leera quickly rose from the bed towards the balcony and pushes wide the doors, letting fresh air enter the room. Frigga stated a moment at her son, his face full of want and regret, in finally understanding that everything SHE did was for him. Getting up from the bed, Frigga carried the wailing baby towards the balcony. Loki realised then that when he sat with his child as they both changed, the window was open and it was a cool night. Loofney was happy. But when Leera found Loki, and after they spoke before they took to bed, she closes the window, the room was hot, and that was when Loofney woke crying. It all made sense.
As Frigga stood on the balcony, Loofney curled his toes and silenced as the cool morning air covered his body. The little red eyes looked up at the golden goddess and slowly faded into the emerald green jewels that made her fall in love with Loki when she too held him when he was a baby. Ever so slowly, Loofney's skin faded lighter and lighter until his alabaster skin broke through the blueness and wrapped around every inch of his body. "There" Frigga said, pleased with herself, kissed his little head and turned, handing his over to his mother. Leera's eyes filled with such gratitude, locked onto Frigga's and allowed a small tear to trickle down her face. "If that is all you require my son, I shall take my leave" Frigga said motioning to the door and looked at the youngest prince. Loki stood like a statue, looking painfully slow from his son to his mother and locked his eyes on her's. Frigga smiled weakly, looking through his eyes. She could see that emptiness inside him that was left there by Odin and Thor, and by her and their lies. Looking longingly to Loki for some kind of affection from him, Frigga placed a hand on the doorknob.
"Thank you... Mother... For all you have done" Loki struggled to say, but meant it. He was thankful that she told him that today, that she never left his side when he was a child, that she always looked after him and loved him, that all she wanted to do was make him feel comfortable and equal to Thor. And thankful that she helped his son. Frigga smiles at the recognition and nodded. Leaving the room.