So here is the second chapter of the day as promised. I hope you enjoy. Please, please, please comment. I love to hear what you think.
Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Leera, Loofney and Leymina are mine
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Loofney led on the grassy floor in a mess. His left leg was clearly broken. His small, dainty leg was clearly bent in half on the shin, and a small White bone poked out in a shadow of blood. Looking up Loofney's body, his small wrist, again on the left side, lay limp and crooked on the grass. Loofney was pale white and falling in and out of consciousness. Loki dropped to his son's side, surveying the break in his leg and wrist. Panicking, Loki looked up at the tall tree and registered that Loofney must have climbed the tree and slipped. Gritting his teeth, the trickster glared at the approaching guards. They should have warned Loofney from climbing the tree or at least should have come to his aid on hearing his cries of pain. Looking back to the small mangled body, Loki stroked his son's cheek. "My sweet boy, I'm here, don't worry" Loki reassured then noticed the trickle of blood on his sons forehead and spotted that his son had landed on a gathering on rocks. Scooping his son in his arms, careful not to move his leg much or touch his wrist. Standing to his feet and turning around, Loki was faced with several guards and he fumed. "Did it not occur to you that a child should not climb such a tree or that when he cries for help, clearing suffering, you should go to his aid?"
"I am so sorry my lord" one of the guards exclaimed, looking horrid at the blood covered stones and the broken prince. "We have not excuse" he said sorrowfully, bowing his head.
"No, there are no excuses!" Loki shouted his eyes furious "... You three will report to my chambers this evening, understood?" the guards looked terrified at the youngest son of Odin, aware of his powers as they were present at the celebration where Loki fought one on one with The brute barthais.
"Yes my lord" the second guard nodded solemnly. Loki snarled at them then walked carefully back to his wife, careful not to go to fast so that he would not cause his sons limbs to jerk. Looking down at the body in his arms, Loki allowed tears to fall down his cheeks.
"Loofney, can you hear me, dear one?" Loki whispered, his eyes never leaving the spot where the blood trickled down his face. "Why did you climb that tree my sweet?" Still, there was no reply, but Loki knew that he WAS alive because his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. "Loofney, please answer me. Say something" Loki huffed in frustration and sadness and looked up, noticing his wife in the distance. She stood, worriedly, with Leymina in her arms and everything packed away in the basket. Watching her husband approach with her son all bloodied and broken in her arms, Leera cried out, running, holding her daughter closely and carefully to her chest, to her husband's side.
"What happened to him?" Leera shouted, her eyes roaming over her little darlings broken leg and wrist, and his bloodied head. Loki swallowed a lump in his throat and looked desperately to his wife.
"I found him like this under the great oak. He must have tried to climb it and fell… Leera come, we must take him to the healers before his leg and wrist set in their brakes" Leera nodded and left the basket on the grass, following her husband into the palace. "Inform the elder that we shall be arriving!" Loki commanded a guard as they passed the front gate. The guard looked to Loofney with wide eyes and nodded, breaking into a run towards the healing chambers.
"HMMM!" Loofney woke in his father's arms, groaning, holding back his cries of pain. Loki glanced down to his child and placed a kiss on his clean cheek, reassuring him that he will be ok. After what seemed like a great deal of time, the dark haired pair arrived at the healing chambers and rushed to a bed where the elder stood expectantly, worry beaded on her aging features. Placing the small boy on the bed, Loki looked up at the healer.
"Oh my! What has happened?" The elder exclaimed, reviewing the injuries before her eyes. Resting her eyes on the broken leg the elder gave a squeak then peeped at the emerald prince. "This will hurt him my lord. Is there any way you can cause him to fall into slumber?" Loki bit his lip, pondering a moment then nodded. Sitting on the edge of the bed by Loofney's head, Loki grabbed his sons face softly and cooed him into a calm state.
"Shhh, sleep my son. The pain will have gone when you awake. Go to sleep" There was magic in Loki's words and the small princes' eyes fluttered closed and his breathing became steady, now longer intakes of breath. Checking twice over that he was in a deep sleep; Loki kissed his head and looked to the healer, urging her to continue. Lining her hands either side of the broken shin, the elder warmed her hands with a golden glow and muttered words that were not audible for even Loki. Then taking hold of Loofney's small ankle, the healer positioned her and placed her free hand onto the bony knee of the small boy. Waiting a few moments, the healer looked up to the sleeping boy and began to count.
"Three…Two…One" And on one, the elder pulled little Loofney's ankle towards her, and the protruding bone of the shin slid backwards into the open wound with a crunching 'pop'. As soon as that was done, the elder asked Loki to conjure two small plank of wood, for she did not have time to fetch some herself. Complying, Loki produced said pieces of wood. Placing once either side of the leg, the healer moved Loofney's leg so that it was straight, then she began to wind tightly, strips of linen garment that were always kept in her pouch on her dress if ever a patience's dressing needed changing. Finally reaching the area above the knee, the healer tied the material into a tight knot, making sure that the plank of wood was securely placed either side of Loofney's broken leg. Moving onto the wrist, the elder examined it for a short while then did to the small child's wrist and she did to his leg. Instead of placing wood either side of the wrist however, the elder wrapped a thick material so tight around the wrist several times over so that it would be impossible for the young prince to move it.
"His head" Loki stated at the healer standing still. Nodding, the elder moved to the head of the bed and lifted the young child up slightly. Leaning forward, Loki held his son upwards for the healer to get a better look at the injury, and watched with cautious eyes, as the healer poked and prodded his sons head. Humming, the healer rushed off to the washroom. Moments later, the healer returned with a bowl of water, some gauze and a pair of tweezers. Placing the bowl of the bedside table along with the tweezers, the elder dipped the gauze into the warm water and brought it to the prince's head, wiping away the blood that dripped from the small child's head. Satisfied that it was clean enough, the elder brought the tweezers to the child's head and looked up to his father
"He has several fragments of rock in his scalp. Do not be alarmed my lord and lady, they have not penetrated the skull, just a few layers of the skin. He may need stitches" Looking back to the small head in her hand, the elder carefully plucked the fragments of rock that lay imbedded in his skin. Once removing each fragment, the healer placed the tweezers down on the bed side table and reached for clean gauze. Wiping the new layer of blood, the healer looked around frantically for her needle and thread, but Loki silenced her searches.
"Allow me" Loki said, and brought his son's head against his chest. "I may not have mastered the art of setting bones, but I have mastered the art of injuries on the skin…" And with that, Loki rested a hand on his son's head and began to mutter words of his craft. A blue light enveloped Loofney's head for a moment, and the colour began to pulse around the injured section of the scalp. Finally pulling away, Loki looked down to inspect his works and was pleased with the result.
"He may not have any injuries to his skull, but he could have concussion could he not? Or his brain, how will you know that all is well inside. He hit his head quite hard" Leera spoke, her medical instincts kicking in.
"I can assure you my lady, I would have picked up on any injuries inside, I am not the elder healer for no reason. But yes, little Loofney may possibly suffer from concussion. But he is in good hands. If he has any trouble, I will be here. It would be unwise to move him, while his leg is in such a state. It would aggravate the bone if he was to move." The healer explained.
"How long is he to reside here?" Loki asked, laying his son back down.
"It is hard to say. Asgardians, as you know of course, have a fast healing rate. It may not be as long as mortals. A week or so perhaps? I am aware for mortals; a broken bone can take as long as six to eight weeks, so for an Asgardian, it would be far less" the elder spoke in response.
"A week or so? I am to leave my son here a week or so?" Leera said, gasping
"If you wish the healing process to be a quick and steady one, then yes my lady. Please, put your worries to one side, he will be well looked after under my care. Also, you are always welcome, no matter the time or day, to visit him" The healer assured. Leera sighed and held Leymina tight and bobbed her up and down comfortingly.
"I don't like the idea of it…" Leera began "…But if it will help him, then I will comply"
"I shall clean him up my lord and lady. The night is drawing in so I shall make him as comfortable as possible and shall allow him to sleep his pain off" The elder spoke, and Loki nodded, leaning down and kissed his sons head.
"I love you my son" Loki whispered and kissed his head once more. Leera leant in once Loki pulled away and also kissed his delicate head. Loki edged Leera from the room and looked back at his strapped up, sleeping son and felt sick. Shaking his head, Loki led his wife to their bedroom.
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"I hope he will be ok" Leera whispered sorrowfully, placing Leymina in her cot that once belonged to Loofney. Loki walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair that hovered over her neck. Leera sighed and leant backward, resting her head on his shoulder. Loki began to place kissed along the side of his wife's neck and edged her towards the bed. Leera chuckled and gripped onto Loki tightly as they began to move across the room. Dropping her to the bed, Leera slowly moved up the bed and leant back on her hands, propping herself up, looking at her husband standing at the bottom of the bed like a predator hunting its prey. Loki raised an eyebrow and began to climb onto the bed above Leera. He did not get even close enough to his wife's face when the door knocked and Loki let out a large growl of frustration. Every time! Loki thought. Snapping to his feet, Loki stormed to the door, leaving his wife and yanked it open with anger. There stood, outside with feeble looks, were the three guards. Loki looked back at his wife for her to exist to the washroom then looked back at the guards.
"Get in…" Loki snarled and the guards walked nervously into the princes chambers, not daring to glance around the royal chambers.
"My lord…" Once guard began to speak but Loki shot him a fierce glare.
"You will speak when spoken to! I am utterly disgusted of your actions this day. You call yourselves the protectors of the realm, the protectors of the All-Father? You negligence in aiding my son, your prince, with a warning as to not to climb the tree, or aiding him in his injuries could have cost him his life! Are you not under the command to aid those who are in need, no matter what, to leave your station and live up to your names as protector of the realm?" there was silence "…Speak you bunch of idle-headed clot poles!"
"My- my lord, please forgive us. We neglected our commands, and were foolish to do so. Your son would not have succumbed to injury if we intervened. We are soley to blame. We have no excuse. Please my lord, forgive us" One guard rambled on, trembling under the gaze of the god of mischief. Loki snarled in reply.
"You will all report to the healing chambers tomorrow to apologise to my son, for neglecting to help him, then you will report to me in the library and I will decide what to do with you with further actions. For now, all of you, remove your medals and hand them to me. You are all unworthy to wear them upon you breast with honour this night. If I should so find mercy upon to tomorrow morn, they shall be returned to you. Until then, leave my chambers in disgrace. You are to go back to your homes this night. I do not want you on duty until I see fit. Do I make myself clear?" Loki's voice dripped venom. The guards nodded and plucked from their golden cloaks their medals given them from the All-Father and placed them in the trickster's hand. One by one they left the chambers with their head hung low in shame. Loki huffed and closed his chamber doors, placing the medals on the nearest surface. "Let me act ever so severely if someone should so disturb us this night" Loki said quietly to himself and turned around to find his wife sitting in her previous position on the bed with a smirk on her face. "What makes you smirk so?" Loki cocked up his eyebrow and approached the foot of the bed slowly.
"You… your so… I like it when you get angry and flustered. Your voice is so hot when angry" Leera blushed. Loki chuckled and crawled onto the bed, covering his wife's body.
"Oh really? I had the impression I was 'hot' all the time" Loki said playfully. Leera rolled her eyes and punched Loki's shoulder.
"Oh please, aren't we full of ourselves…" Leera said, acting unimpressed. Loki grinned and leant down placing a kiss on Leera's neck. Leera wrapped her arms around Loki's magnificent neck and held her husband in place.
"I love you so much" Leera whispered, shivering against Loki's caresses.
"And I you…" Loki spoke breaking away from his wife's neck. "And I shall show you just how much…" And with those final words, Leera's cheeks reddened and Loki kissed Leera's mouth ferociously.
That night Loki and Leera shared a much needed night together, and much to Loki's relief, they were not disturbed and both fell asleep, tightly in each other's embrace.