Summary: The war between Jotunheim and Asgard draws to a close, but thanks to a horrible twist of Fate (or perhaps not), the nameless runt of Laufey-King is not discovered by Odin and so begins a remarkable journey of life that should not have been. Jotun!Loki AU. Set pre-/during-/after Thor/Avengers Assemble. MCU-verse only.

Warnings: ANGST! Loki-whump! Language, adult situations, violence, child abuse, dub-con, sexual assault (also of a minor), substance abuse, one abortion scene (sort of), slavery, sex trade (maybe), some mild original character/Loki M/M pairings.

Comments: This is not a slash fic. Sorry. It's Loki-centric, although I definitely show the rest of the Avengers and etc. Please review! Constructive criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers. Marvel owns it. I do not get paid for this piece of work. Sadly, but understandably. LOL.

Thanks to those who fav and follow me. Thanks to my reviewers! To DragonsFlame117, Winter Cicada, Lady Ray Ray, Anonymous Reader, ClaMiAl, wbss21.

Anonymous Reviewer: I will add the Jotunheim dictionary to this chapter (to refer back to) but Jotunheim culture isn't really being brought up, so it's really a waste of space... isn't it?

So, this weekend was the Moon Festival Holiday = no real break for me. I ended up getting Saturday off - just sat around and watched "Heroes Of Cosplay". Now, there is a local cosplay con in May... Suddenly... I wanna do a Lady Loki - but based off of the MCU-Loki. Can I do it? I dunno...

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Distortions In Time
[Bitter Desolation, Incandescent Harmony]

Chapter 40
A Glimpse of Destiny III

How did things always end up like this? Why was it always that I must be trampled low? Is it truly my destiny to always walk the lesser path, the darker way – and take the role of the defeated? The disadvantaged?

[...these moments...]

[...herald the dark...]

[...the soul refusing to remain vanquished...]

[...in its cage, frets...]

Darkness was spotting at the edges of his eyesight – vision fading and from far away the sound of cheering, taunting, laughter and roars of encouragement blurred together into a solid wall of sound. Pinning him down like a butterfly under the alchemist's thumb, Mjolnir pressed with the full weight of its uru metal while above Thor laughed and roared happily. Twisting his head vaguely, nose brushing up against straw and dirt, Kol'la tried to shake off the growing dark. From far away, piercing the dull roar a lighter voice was calling his name.

"Kol'la!"

His name. My name, he thought. ...who?

"Kol'la! Thor!"

The taste of iron filled his mouth as he coughed wetly and a stabbing pain jabbed deeper into his back like a knife. Broken ribs? Perhaps... He was... Thor was... never – never really aware of his strength.

"Kol'la!"

He blacked out.

[...the heart wants...]

[...and what it wants...]

[...cannot always be attained...]

In the end, it came down to the "battlefield" as Thor called it. Yet, it is no battlefield, Kol'la grimaced looking about the full stable-yard. Before him, Thor stood, broad face full of anticipatory glee as he circled the rough ring of dirt and straw. Around the two combatants stood a mixed, yet enthusiastic circle of stable-hands, horse boys, soldiers, guards, courtiers (young and old, Asgardian and Vanir), servants and other passers-by.

Washing women and ladies, standing by their favoured men, also had gathered to watch. The washing women called out boisterously, but not so the young ladies of Asgard's Court, nor those of Vanaheim. This time, Sif, oddly enough, did not look happy, standing by the side of the quiet maid in question, Vessa. Very rarely did men seek battle for a lady's favour – and one could tell by the look on the warrior-girl's face that she did not approve. Yet, the crowd would not be denied their enjoyment, for rarely did Kol'la do battle in public – and when he did ride out to deal with some confrontation or take part in warfare whilst on a quest, it was always to devastating effect.

Still, he rarely battled Thor in front of others – and it was obvious he did not take a beating from his Royal friend so gracefully. How would the new Asgardian fare within the strictures of the traditional combat for love?

Heimdall stood to one side, eyes calculating as he measured Kol'la from head to foot, noting how Kol'la's slender frame compared to Thor's well-defined musculature. Both, having stripped down to their cream under-tunics and leather breeches, were a study in opposites: slender to muscled, dark to fair, pale to golden, agility to power.

"Round One!" Fandral called out – and Thor dove in, as always, initiating aggressive contact. The two grappled – dust rose, the cheering increased as various holds were sought – and then, using sheer force and weight, Thor flipped Kol'la and pinned him down with a meaty forearm for the requisite five seconds.

Sif rolled her eyes as Thor jumped, fists raised to the sky triumphantly – as if he had already won. She winced and bit back her sympathies as she watched Kol'la get to his feet a bit more slowly, silent and chill as if daring anyone to deride him. As he stood massaging his left arm absently, which had just now gained a heavy dark bruise running upward past his rolled up sleeve.

"Onward – to Round Two!" bawled Fandral – and Heimdall nodded, making it official.
"Well, Kol'la," Thor was turning to his friend. "Admit defeat now and save yourself the pain of this rough sport, which I so often heard you deride. What say you?"
"And you know what they say on Lio Fourty-Five. 'Do not count your koraths before they bloom.'"
"What is that?"
"Never mind."
"No, no. Tell me know," Thor laughed, facing Kol'la hands spread on his knees as he took the traditional opening stance. "While you have the chance," he added to the laughter of those less drunk to pay attention.
"If you must know," Kol'la followed suit. "It means do not count your-"

-0-0-0-

"We should stop this," Hogun said.
"It should never have started," Sif said blackly, arm drawing Vessa closer as the girl sighed again with embarrassment and worry.
"You just wish they were fighting for your attentions," Volstagg said and added something not so polite which earned him a sharp jab from Hogun and a glare from Sif.
"Perhaps if one of the commanders were summoned-"
"The Commander Farfin and Ifynn are here already, Hogun," Volstagg pointed out cheerfully while helping himself to another pint of mead.
"What a disaster," Sif sighed.
"If the All-Father finds out..."
"If?" Sif gave Hogun a withering look. "If? More like 'when'! And when he finds out – he will not be pleased."

Silence. Kol'la was talking with Thor.

"If you must know," he was saying, "it means do not count your victories until you have made success certain."
"Well, this is one success I am sure of," Thor smiled back. "After all, you lack experience. You lack the strength... and maybe you have no real heart for it."

Kol'la did not reply, but his lips tightened and with that, the two began to circle again, legs spread just a little for firm footing, arms now hanging loosely, eyes fixed calculatingly.

Thor darted forward – but this time, Kol'la was obviously more ready. Sound escalated as the slim young warrior-mage twisted about, hand slipping and then sharply let and upward, hooking the crook of his unbruised right elbow behind Thor's knee. Pulling upward, Kol'la threw his weight sideways, tipping the blond warrior over smoothly – and then lading on Thor's solar plexus with a thud, pinned the surprised Prince down as Thor gasped for air.

Heimdall's voice boomed out, "And – ONE!"

"Round Two goes to Kol'la!" Fandral was shouting.

Kol'la, chest heaving and sweat trickling down and plastering his thin cotton shirt to his back, rose to his feet and stepped away to let Thor get up. Unlike Thor, he did not shout and jump, but there was an unpleasant smirk on his face and when Thor glanced at him, Kol'la's smile grew. All teeth – bright green eyes glinting with unholy glee, ferocity and pride.

A look passed between them then – something Sif could not understand. Will never understand, the warrior-girl realized, for this is something that is... that can never be fully explained. Men. With another disgusted sigh, she watched as a combination of Vanir youths and Asgardian commoners roared 'Round Three'.

It started – and this time, it was no holds barred. Rules had obviously been ignored as Mjolnir whirred out from its resting space by Heimdall's black boots. Everyone took several paces back – automatically. Volstagg eased over to stand before the wine and mead casks protectively. Knives flew through the air, nicking Thor, some finding their mark and slowing the sturdy warrior down... yet Thor was relentless and well did he pursue the ever shifting Kol'la, sometimes pinning down the younger man – but never long enough.

Kol'la was the wind to Thor's rock, easily shifting form as it suited his purposes. Once, they heard something crack in Thor's elbow – and the Prince gained a black eye and broken nose at some point in the proceedings. The slender warrior-mage, tossed about, kicked and eventually thrown down by Thor, fared much worse. When Mjolnir finally rested upon Kol'la's back, effectively capturing the thrashing young mage, everyone knew the fight had ended.

Sif breathed a sigh of relief and the girl, Vessa, gazed down at Kol'la with an apologetic look – obviously torn by her admiration for Thor and her respect for Kol'la. The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes, glad it was over. For now at least, she thought.

"Kol'la!?"

At the familiar sound of a raised female voice, Sif tensed. She turned and saw Frigga coming down the lane on her horse, obviously just returned from a ride with her husband. Odin All-Father, also still astride Sleipnir, his preferred eight-legged mount, looked on calmly. Catching sight of his son, Odin frowned and began to dismount. Frigga was already on the ground and making her way over.

"Kol'la! Thor!"

How did she know? Sif wondered as the blonde-haired Queen strode forward, the crowd parting for her easily as everyone fell into uneasy silence. The tall woman was commanding in her ire, even clad in her casual riding dress of browns and muted purple. Unstrapping her serviceable brown cloak, the Queen met Thor's eyes before moving to Kol'la who lay still upon the ground. Unmoving.

Sif's hand jerked as Vessa tore free and flew forward to Kol'la's side, tears once stoically withheld, now falling freely.

"Kol'la? Kol'la?" She was saying over and over, tugging at Mjolnir wildly trying to turn the young mage around to no avail.
"Thor! What are you doing – Oh. By the Norns, you will be the death of me! Wait until your father-" Stopping as she realized where she was exactly, Frigga took a deep breath and said in an icy, clear, cold way: "Thor. I think it best if you take our guests inside. Now." Thor nodded mutely. "And Mjolnir," added Frigga. "Go. Now." She paused to catch Heimdall's eye and several of the older courtier's and commander's eyes. "Perhaps the rest of you might give us some... space? Hogun, call the resident Healers over, please."
"You heard your Queen," a gruff voice said and everyone began to scurry about.

-0-0-0-

Maids and washing women disappeared whispering quickly to each other. Stable-hands and their boys fled into the recesses of the stables, a few remaining to stable the King and Queen's horses. Commanders barked out orders, the tables were swiftly dismantled and the Vanir eased back, huddling in an uncertain group at the main archway to the palace – as Hogun disappeared within. When Odin finally walked into the stable-yard, his son and the Vanir were already glumly trooping inside.

"What happened?"
"Foolishness," Frigga said, kneeling by the young mage's side, carefully rolling him over and tut-tutting at the sight of a wide range of bruising which marked the aquiline, aristocratic features and lightly toned torso. The girl, Vessa, clung to Kol'la's shirt tearfully and kept on babbling apologies.
"This was my fault – I was so-so stupid – I should have – I should have listened and done what they – he had said. I did not mean any harm. I did not-"
"Sif," Frigga sat back on her heels and gave the awkward dark-haired warrior-girl a look. "Take the child and calm her down." As Sif moved forward, Frigga added, "There may be more to this tale than meets the eye."
"Indeed," Sif agreed thoughtfully. "I will... talk with her as best as I may. Perhaps your handmaids would be suitable companions – and chaperones – for her this evening?"
"Ah..." Frigga eyed Vessa speculatively. "You think my son will wish to claim his prize?"
"I am sorry-"
"No. It is an intelligent decision, Sif. Remarkably astute of you," Frigga nodded. "Take her to my quarters. The handmaids will help you. Go."

With that, Sif pried away the obviously exhausted and overwrought girl, leaving behind the Queen who now presided over Kol'la's still unconscious form. Hogun was coming down the steps, breathless, with Healers in tow and a cot onto which Frigga carefully eased Kol'la. Bearing the fallen combatant away, Frigga said no more but watched Kol'la's unmoving, slackened, ever-pale face.

Was it only yesterday that he was in my healing room grievously wounded? No... but it feels like no time at all. And yet, some things never change, she shook her head, making a note to replace replace the boy's wardrobe with something better than the badly (obviously self-taught) hand-mended clothes. Once again, he has fallen victim to his own brand of foolishness and my son's... my son... Thor...

-0-0-0-

Odin remained behind to oversee the dismantling of the tables and the proper stowing away of the casks. The once filled yard emptied until naught remained but a grey-haired king who glared at the blood-stained earth ruminatively.

Lingering, Hogun watched the aged monarch and considered the matter. Thor had won, he thought, and yet, in many ways, he had lost.

[...victories come at a cost...]

[...it is never apparent...]

[...but the price one pays...]

[...do you know it?]

"This should have never happened."
"Frigga-"
"Foolishness! Fighting over a girl!"
"Frigga-"
"What were they thinking? It is barbaric! What will the Vanir think?"
"FRIGGA," Odin's voice finally managed to cut through his wife's angry mutterings as she puttered about the spacious healing room allotted to her personal care. "Calm yourself, woman!"
"Calm myself?" Frigga whirled about, white bandages in hand as she approached her son. "Calm myself? How can one remain calm at a time like this?"

Thor sat in the opposite corner from Odin, looking appropriately (albeit temporarily) cowed as his mother wound a tight bandage about his elbow. Applying crushed stones and murmuring a short chant over it, she had wrapped up the cracked elbow, knowing that within a few days, the torn tendons and aching muscles would ease and the hairline fracture would mend itself. Kol'la, on the other hand, she frowned as she checked his pulse again, has never healed as we do. He is, after all, not Asgardian originally, no matter what changes Ithunn's apples have wrought in his physiology. Goodness knows what weaknesses and strengths his parentage gave him...

Frigga looked up and gave her son a look, "Over a girl!"
"That is what most men do," Odin said, glaring Thor into continued silence, "Frigga. Just remember that this did not happen without Kol'la's consent – I am certain that this was the usual standard traditional battle-"
"Brawling is more like it!"
"Battle," repeated her husband evenly, "which is a thing of honour. Kol'la lost and in the losing, well..." Odin trailed off and shrugged. "Everyone knows the consequences."
"Odin! The girl is not something to be owned – to be bartered or some such thing!" Frigga turned on Thor and pointed a finger as his mouth opened. "Silence, Thor! The lack of commonsense in this place is most disappointing! Goodness knows what the poor girl thought! Frey will not be pleased either... Did you two think of asking Vessa what her thoughts were on the matter?"
"I did not have to."

The quiet voice cut through Frigga's scolding bringing the attention of the other three to the bed which took centre stage of the room. The patient had woken, apparently. Kol'la, as usual, attempted to get up – and Frigga rushed to his side, clucking her tongue and tut-tutting with disapproval as she forced her wilful patient back onto his pillow. Thor snorted and then looked away, avoiding Kol'la's lethal look.

"What do you mean?" Odin asked, giving Frigga a look – so the blonde woman subsided to her usual chair by Kol'la's side.
"I did not have to ask her," Kol'la finally answered, staring up at the ceiling ruminatively. "It was obvious to me – her... admiration... for the Prince was... well, rather telling. And unfortunate."
"For you," Thor grunted. "So her heart chose me! You never admitted that! What game were you playing at – if her desires were obviously for me? Weaving those webs of yours, as usual, Kol'la?"
"Thor!"

Thor subsided at Odin's reprimand and stared at Kol'la who did not avoid his gaze either.

"That is because you do not disappoint my lowest expectations – in your usual way, you go about taking little heed to the intricacies of the matter." Kol'la leaned back again into his pillow and sighed, coughing a little and grimacing before continuing. "She might have been in love with you – but she could no sooner gain your interest on her own than a drab marigold could catch the eye of a flower seller." A pause. "I thought... at first to see if I could steal her from you before you were aware... or even arouse your interest in a jealous kind of way."
"Well, it worked," Thor mumbled.
"Yes, it did. Too well." Odin chuckled before turning serious again. "Yet, something else happened."
"It took a few days – and a little bit of careful questioning around the Court and such-like – but I needed to relieve a few of my suspicions. Something about her manner toward me... prompted me to make certain-"
"Always suspicious-"
"Hush, Thor," Frigga leaned forward to squeeze Kol'la's hand encouragingly.

For a moment, the dark-haired young man's attention was diverted to their entwined fingers and his thoughts seemed far away. Even more remote than ever... Frigga sighed. In some ways, Kol'la defies definition... as if... as if even this simple gesture is something so foreign to him. Her heart ached.

"Well?" she prompted softly.
"Why would Vanaheim send her? She is of a Lower House – and those are usually not given to travelling. Everyone in the Vanir party was of the High Houses and Clans... but not Vessa. Vessa..." Kol'la explained slowly as if setting in stone something he had long feared, "Vessa was sent for me, I think." He glanced at Odin and then Frigga in embarrassment. "I know. I know. It sounds vainglorious at best-"
"No, no," Odin mused, stroking his beard, deep in thought. "I could see such underhanded dealings finding their way to the one who holds the Crown Prince's counsel. The Vanir have their own set of political intrigues, as you well know... and... Lord Frey did seem, after all, interested in your abilities when you last visited there. Apparently, the amount of seithr used to keep you retained in their holding cells was enough to pique his interest."
"Ah," Kol'la said, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Yes," was Odin's dry response. "'Ah!' indeed. And the girl – was she pleasing to you?"
"I think she surprised herself – and myself as well – in how well we... interested each other. The both of us find great joy in learning and in the use of seithrmancy. My current topic of research was of some interest to her and we found other common ground..." Kol'la hesitated. "I believe that when Thor... interrupted... our... explorations... she was coming to enjoy my company in her own way. Yet, when Thor suddenly pressed his attentions on her, I think she became very uncertain once again. After all," he added softly and bitterly, "the heart wants what the heart wants, for good or ill."
Frigga sighed, "What a mess."
"We did not make things easier for her," Kol'la admitted. "She was too young to play such games – and Thor and I were... relentless. It is no surprise that it got to this... point. I had hoped that she would make up her mind in some fashion before now... but..." He shrugged and glanced at Thor. "She couldn't."
"She still can't," Frigga said. "And how could she choose? Therefore the both of you must make it easier for her. You two must let her go."

There was a silence and the two young men stared at each other calculatingly. Odin watched the wordless communion and smiled. Of course, Frigga sagged back onto her chair, he is going to let them get up to their tomfoolery in the name of character building or personal growth.

"Odin," she implored, "tell them to let her go."
"Frigga – it cannot be done so easily," Odin replied seriously and softly. "It is as Kol'la says – the heart wants what the heart wants and ever have young men butted heads over matters of love."
"We are not barbaric Frost Giants!" Thor protested.
"It is a manner of speaking, Thor," Kol'la snapped. "Use your head - no, wait... perhaps you should leave problem-solving to better minds and try your thick skull on-"
"Are you implying-" Thor began.
"Boys!" Odin barked, his voice clashing with Frigga's.
"It is barbaric!" Frigga disagreed. "Once again you are sacrificing the well-being of – of our – of the boys just for some – some political lesson or-"
"Frigga!"
"Must they always come to blows over such silly-"
"Frigga," Odin stood and crossed over to his wife who rose to meet him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with annoyance and worry. His hands rose to capture hers. "Frigga. Our boys - they live even now – and I will indeed have them desist. The girl shall be sent home with our blessings and well-wishes, but in Vanaheim, she will stay. And Thor." Here, the king stared down at his son who gazed back mutinously. "Thor will learn control, for pursuit of the girl places her in an unfortunate position. She must know she is not a suitable choice at the side of the King of Asgard – and her family has desired that she stand elsewhere... at the side of the future King's advisor and favoured friend. The future King of Asgard's brother, as it were." Odin stressed his words carefully and watched as Kol'la relaxed and Thor blinked, tension easing. "So, you must understand, Thor, that this is a test of discretion, discernment... which you failed to a certain extent - but you may succeed yet at controlling your desires and realizing that this matter demands the mind of a king. Do you understand?" Thor nodded, unhappily but more peaceably. "Now," Odin sighed, "Thor, you and I must part from here, for we have much to discuss. Kol'la will stay here - out of the snares of such politicking... Frigga?"
"I shall stay awhile," the Queen sighed, giving way to her husband's unspoken request to let the matter be for now.
"And my words are fair?" Odin asked quietly.
"Yes, Odin," Frigga laughed then lightly. "For once."
"I am glad I do not disappoint."
"This time."
"Such faith," the king ended their light banter with a small kiss, beckoned at his son and gave Kol'la a nod. "I shall see you tomorrow, Kol'la. And you, Frigga, later on tonight?"
"Yes."

-0-0-0-

With that, the two men left and Frigga moved to the table and brought over various potions and a light broth that would hearten any wounded patient. Kol'la ate the bread offered him slowly, feeling the ache of a bruised jaw – and wondered if his face looked any better than Thor's. After the soup and bread and potions and re-bandaging of his ribs, Kol'la laid back on the goose-down pillows and closed his eyes while Frigga sat at his side and quietly chattered about court gossip while working on a piece of stitch-work.

"My Lady-" He began, when there was a lull in conversation and the silence seemed to lay heavier than usual between them. Kol'la stopped, uncertain on how to continue.
"It is Frigga," she smiled, taking his hand in hers, stopping her stitching for a moment.

He could never call her that. It seemed impossible. Many things... but never that... Never that.

"What is it?" Her hand left his to push away a stray lock which had fallen over his brow and lingered to feel his temperature. Kol'la was always oddly cool. The only time he had shown a temperature was when the infection had set in after that particularly large stomach wound.
"Well," Kol'la paused and then forged on, green eyes staring down at his bandaged knuckles. "They say that you have the gift of Sight."
"Hmmm... there are times when... something yet to happen seems clearer to me. A glimpse of something that may be or will soon be. My mother had that Gifting as well – but I was never fully trained in it, and it comes only when I am rather relaxed... thinking or meditating or when I am weaving or doing some quiet kind of menial activity... do you see things sometimes?"

Kol'la swallowed, remembering his visions as a child of the Void. Visions? Nightmares? Who knew... No one could ever tell him – and he had never spoken of it. Not even to Elska. Not even to Thor.

"No," he finally said. A not-quite lie. "No. But... sometimes," he sighed, "I wish I could. Just to see..." He paused awkwardly, fingers fiddling with each other. "To see if this is my destiny."
"What is your destiny?"
"To lose." Kol'la looked away then, cheeks just a little flushed. "I sound so silly. What I mean is – must I always play the role of the wrong one... the misguided one... the defeated one?"
"Oh... Kol'la..."
"Why must..." He would not cry. He would not cry – and yet the corners of his eyes pricked hotly. "I always fail in what I set my hands to?"
"Kol'la, dearest," Frigga leaned forward then, to draw him into a close embrace.

A foreign thing, but Kol'la sought it nonetheless. It was like Glo-Glo – but not. Not really, he thought incoherently. Nothing like Glo-Glo. This must be another thing related to what a 'mother' must do. Her voice held a faint tremble, which he knew meant that she was crying, and there was an odd clenching in his gut at the soft sound - and an ache in his chest.

"Oh... Kol'la... Kol'la... Of course not," she repeated over and over. "Of course not. The things I saw... they were great things... and maybe some of them may seem terrible – but I know that you will work through your path, however dark it may seem and find the place to which you truly belong."

He could not reply to that – could not respond. For the next few minutes, they sat there – until finally Frigga released him and helped him lay back on his pillows. Dabbing at her tears with a handkerchief, she said nothing for a moment. Then she smiled a gentle smile, full of hope and love – hope and love given to him, turned to him. Given unconditionally, without demands or questions. It is overwhelming... and what can I offer in response? What have I to give to her?

He did not know. He wondered if he ever would.

"One day," she repeated, "you will find a place to which you truly belong."
"But it is not here," he whispered, green eyes dulling.
"Maybe... maybe not," she replied slowly. Blue eyes filled with sadness and worry... for him. "I know you are graduating. Soon. And soon you will leave – I can tell wanderlust when it lies upon youth... Kol'la, as far as you travel, no matter into what dark places you stray, no matter what terrible workings you weave... please... please... know that you are always welcome at my side."

Kol'la's hand crept back into hers and squeezed gently and a small smile warmed the usually cool green eyes for a moment.

"I know," he said. "I know," Kol'la repeated, more firmly. "I will always come back."

That was the best way he could say it:

I love you.

Well, some more important Kol'la + Royal Family interaction! I love Frigga... and by the way, the last thought of Kol'la is NOT supposed to be creepy. It's Kol'la's subconscious response to Frigga's motherliness. I hope that that is clear.

Also, some may be disappointed about not going into detail about what happened at the dances and such. I will write a side-story for it. Perhaps I will send out another side story for those who review - when I reach 300 reviews or something like that. XD

As for the illnesses, my dad is getting better and is returning home - which is good! I still have a cough and allergies - but the eczema is now in control. Thank goodness!

Thanks everyone!
See ya round in 6 or so days (or more if life gets crazy)!
-KI

p.s. Over halfway done!
p.p.s. After hard thought, I added 'Thor' to the character list for this story... and got some friends to help me rewrite my summary.

Alien Glossary:

'auzha – fucker
Dou'ma – idiot
r'senk'ne – a kind of deer/cow hybrid
n'ch'nka – a kind of cow
chi'iano – a radioactive piece of rock similar to uranium
cho'ai - lover
kol-sava'atha – a titanium-rich ore
Morning-star - a mace.
oma'auzha – mother-effer
oto'oa - big sister
udji'oo – a drug, like opium

Asgardian Glossary:

seithr - magic
seithrmaster - mage, sorceror
ergi - womanly, weak, "gay"
bikkja – bitch

Glossary:

Aldinn Stathr – Ancient Place
Atfirth – energies

blakkrbjorr – black beer
Blakkrbjorn – black bear
blakkrgras – black grass
blargras – blue grass

Dagaheim
dvegr – dwarf
dyrspeki – zoologist

Eybjarg (Chasms of Forever)

fauld – a part of armour around the lower midsection
Flara River – Treacherous River
For-Eldra – Ancestors
Forn Vegr – Old Ways

Gastropnir
Gnottvatn (Lake of Abundance)
Gothahus – temple
Grarfjall – Grey Mountains
grarulfr – grey wolves
Griotunagardar

hafnathr – sea serpents
heillgrjot – healing stones
Heimsrsal – Soul of the Realm
heithrsker – crystal flowers
Holdra River – Hero's River
holkimurtr – small flat fish
Holkn Vollr – Flat Plains
holmganga – a method of ending feuds/disagreements
hota-eik – white oak
hvaeta – wheat

Innaheim – Inner Realm

jarnkottr – iron cat (beast which Laufey released in Thor)
jarnvithr – iron wood

Kaldrfjall (Cold Mountains)
Kero Fornvetr – Casket of Ancient Winters
kostrboth – a method of proving virility for the purpose of marriage

lagreinn – small one (epithet)
Lengi Ofrithr – Long War
luthrblom – trumpet flower

manisilfr – moonsilver
melrakki – white fox
Myrkr Skogr – shadow forest

Nattura – spirits
Northri Stjarna – North Star

silvralmr – silver elm
silvrfiskr – silver fish
Sithr Efingi – True Heir
Skalldi
skordyr – Jotunheim goat
snaerharra – snow rabbit
Storrholl – Great Hall

thurblakulfr – giant black wolves
tunglbom (moonflower)

ulfrbarn - wolf child
Utanheim – Outer Realm
Utgard

vaetki – nothing
ventrmellin – winter melon
villrkyr – wild ox
Virtha Aevi – Coming of Age
Vollrvatn – Lake of the Plains