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.
Well, yet another chapter divided... but that means that I can update sooner since the buffer is slowly starting to widen. I'm getting to a part in the story that I was really, really looking forward to writing. We'll see if I love it as much as I thought I would... v.v
A great shout out and thank you to: zippy zany, InsolentKatt, Guest, jai parker, Chiharu-Angel, wbss21 - for their kind words. Thanks to everyone for reading, following and faving! I hope you always feel free to drop me a line! I always wonder if there's a readership out there for epic Loki gen-fic... and when I read those encouraging words, I feel like I could write up a mountain!
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!
ALSO, if any of you guys have any knowledge of what life ranch hands lead, New Mexico and modern day ranching stuff, please PM me. I'm researching stuff for a certain demigod who is going to... welll... don some jeans and cowboy boots and a stetson at some point in this fic.
(Did this fic just become crack?)
Distortions In Time
[Bitter Desolation, Incandescent Harmony]
Chapter 62
Free-Falling I
[...it is everywhere...]
[...it is gravel and dust and weeds and grass...]
[...it is the wind and warm sunlight and swaying green leaves and dappled shadows...]
[...it is green hills, fertile valleys, meadows of flowers, wastelands of ice and great mountains...]
[...it is everything that Seen, Unseen and Beyond...]
What is life? This is the question asked by so many sages of so many kinds, of so many creatures and beings spread throughout the planets, the galaxies, the universes and the countless Realms. What is life? What is that force which drives it? What is it that sits upon the edges of What Is and What Is Not? What hides within the shadows? What brings forth the light? What hovered over the face of the deep and brooded before all that is was?
"Magic is everywhere. It is in the multitudinous voices of the wind. It is in the chatter of water. It is in the rumble of earth – and the crackle of fire. It is the flashes of lightning and the song of thunder. It is in the roar of a thousand burning suns. It is everything. It is everywhere.
It is Us."
That is what the Mages of Jotunheim had said, yet it remains a mystery.
The mechanics of such things bear many names and the use of such knowledge, the vague understandings and the brief forays into the Realms of What Is Unseen have yielded powers few can fully grasp let alone wield. Yet, there are some who, being gifted, can carry that burden more easily than others and some races are birthed with natural abilities to form the material world in more powerful ways.
Such are the Elves, such are the Asgardians, the Jotunn, the Fire Giants of Muspelheim and other well known races, such as Dire Wraiths, the Phalanx and Technarchy, the Skrull, Space Phantoms, demons, vampires, a few Midgardians, the Ancients, the Titans, the Watchers, the Elders, the Celestials and others. Through various Realms and galaxies, these kind have bred alongside others less gifted. Yet, the way of those treading the paths of magick is difficult and those who play with Fate will oft pay the ultimate price.
Magick, after all, demands something in return, whether it be natural, learned or bestowed, for nothing can be found that may not be lost and many lose what is most dear in the discovery of such powers. This force, born within Life itself, wends its way around the galaxies, edging and buffering and protecting that Which Is from That Which Is Not.
Those who have long searched for the answers of such questions have themselves come to a variety of conclusions. Some believed Magick is what supports Life – and thus those who wield it must naturally be respected above all. Others believed Magick is born from Life and thus Life becomes sacred and any may be gifted, thus all must be cherished for what role they must play. Yet others believed Magick is nothing but that natural mechanics of the material world and, as such, should be mined and utilized as one would ore or precious metals.
In any case, those so gifted with Magick were prized above all and feared and their power was reckoned carefully in many of the Realms. Many civilizations of ages past and also those present have a variety of rules and measures for such things. The closest galaxy to Asgard, having the most interaction with that blessed Realm, had come up with its own system for the measurement of magickal abilities. The Eno'Keshi'ko. From Eno'sanai, the lowest, to Eno'sa, the highest, those born, studied in or endowed with talent are thus measured.
Yet creatures and beings are not the only things measured by the Eno'Keshi'ko. Depending upon the size of the destruction, magickal-related or magickally induced disasters are also measured thus.
[...gesture without meaning...]
[...motion without force...]
[...so we partake of Life...]
[...but can we understand it truly?...]
Standing on the edge of the Bifrost and gazing down at the creation of the Muthr'a'Ginnung below, Loki wondered what the size of such a disastrous thing would be measured at. Eno'ah? On level with the All-Father himself or the talented Elven Mages? Or something higher? Something like the Ancients or the Titans – Eno'tho?
Staring down, green eyes gazing wide-eyed into the Abyss, Loki, in the face of such destruction, could not help but wonder what it was he saw. He saw Dark, he saw the Void, yet at his back and all about the winds of magick buffeted like the wind. The Heimsrsal of Asgard howled and shrieked.
...interloper...
...bringer of Death...
...harbinger of Doom...
...Forebear of the Void...
...you should not have come...
...should not have...
...come...
He could not ignore it, nor could he ignore the evidence of what he saw before his eyes – the multi-colours of magick building up and around as matter sunk into the nothingness, leaving no trace of what remained. Magick building up. If I could reach for it – if I called such wild power to my hand, Loki thought, what would I become?
The warnings of Elethed returned.
...they do not return, those who fall to the Shadow...
...those who remain are driven mad by it or turn to acts of evil in obedience to those dark urges...
...or...
...or...
...they take refuge beneath the sheltering boughs of Yggdrasil...
...we all choose, you understand, in the end...
...it is a fearsome thing...
Another slightly lisping, honeyed yet rumbling voice rose from his memories. A wise creature, Iormungand, speaking of ancient truths long forgotten.
How can one resist the call of Life itself? One cannot. One can but give in and not lose oneself in its flow. Yes, its flow - for its currents run as deep as any sea and those who cast themselves without thought may be swept away by it, tugged under and inward and gain the pleasures of knowledge... and the release of Death herself. Such lived the Mystics and the Sages and others before you – and such will live the favoured few long after you are gone. To take part of such mysteries – that is indeed a great honour, a terrible Destiny.
Loki shivered.
To commune deeply with Life, one must fully plumb the depth of Death. One cannot enjoy the one without suffering the other. This is the push and pull of Existence. All must walk the road, swim the path, follow the stream – but you have been gifted with awareness, with the ability to make change, according to your strength of will and abilities – and thereby change the Cosmos itself in indefinable, incalculable ways. The only question is – will you rise to the challenge?
Will you rise to the challenge?
Loki inhaled, fingers twitching, wondering if he had risen to the level where one could safely call upon such powers and mold them to his will – like the All-Father and the Elves.
At such a thought, Loki laughed and stepped back.
Surely not, he thought, clenching his fist. Yet, one day, I will reach it. I will – I will attain that power and truly protect my people. You are young yet, Loki.
But I wonder... The warrior-mage gazed down at his hands and flexed them experimentally. I wonder where I am at now... It has been so long since I have considered the matter.
A pause and then Loki shook his head and set the matter aside for further thought later on. He raised his head as he sensed a dense force of magick headed his way.
Heimdall? Already?
[...so we dip into the wisdom of our Forefathers...]
[...so we glimpse destiny...]
[...yet best laid plans...]
[...oft go awry...]
As the indistinct figure drew closer, Loki moved forward and then stopped as the long golden and bronze staff of Gugnir came into focus alongside Odin's red cape and white beard. The old King drew closer and then, coming within a few paces of his son, he set down, Gugnir steadying him as his feet took a few unsteady paces on the Bifrost before coming to a complete halt.
"Father!" Loki drew close, eyes brightening. "You woke!"
"What-"
"If I had known you were going to wake so soon, I would have-"
"What have you done?"
"What – Father-" A pause and then the young prince drew himself up, squared his shoulders and lifted his chin before giving Odin an indecipherable look. "Nothing you would not have done."
"What I would do? You are so certain of that, my foolish son?"
"Foolish? What – so, that is how it is to be then," Loki flung his hands up with a sharp shake of his head and an expression of disgust. "Since I am not Thor, what I do, even if it is spares Asgard of war, is foolish?"
"Do not bring your brother into this. Although, if I were to mention him, I would say this is exactly what Thor would do."
"And you would not? Come now, Father, this plan will succeed-"
"I applaud success, but at what cost?"
"Cost?" Loki glanced about, eyebrows knitting together. "I see no apparent cost."
"When the Realms see how dishonourably we destroyed Jotunheim, our reign of peace will turn to one of fear. All those alliances we have built between the Realms will become nothing – and they will turn on us as any would do in the face of such power."
A silence as Loki glanced at the Observatory to his right, an inscrutable expression on his face.
"And what if the Bifrost were to be harmed. The energies brewing beneath us – can you not feel them? You toy with power, Loki, and it will destroy you. It will destroy us-"
"It will not. I considered it and according to my calculations-"
"You considered nothing!"
"How would you know? You never asked me my thoughts on the entire situation, neither were you there when I constructed my research. If you took the time, you could see-"
The two broke off at the sound of hooves ringing over the Bifrost. Heimdall and Frigga were drawing close. Odin sighed and Loki frowned.
"Is that... Mother?"
"Loki? Loki!" Frigga was dismounting now and running over, worry written all over her face. "Oh – you are – you are safe. By the Norns, I was worried! What were you thinking?"
"I-"
For the first time, Loki began to truly worry. Why do they all look so... unhappy? He wondered, glanced over at the Observatory and then back at his parents. The Bifrost and the Observatory are fine... and the magickal energy, while high has been stable...
It is not your actions, after all. A gloating whisper. I was right, after all. It is you. You. You will never please, you will always disappoint... You watch. They will turn on you and devour you like senseless ravening beasts – and there will be nothing remaining of you or your intentions.
"I did it for you," Loki whispered. "For – for Asgard – I just – I just wanted to protect our – our people-"
"Loki," Frigga sighed, drawing closer.
Heimdall moved past the three and began to make his slow way up the Bifrost to the Observatory. For a moment, Loki's attention was torn away from his parents as he watched the Gatekeeper attempt to push past the heavy winds which emanated from revolving mechanism. What does he think he is able to do? No one may stop it at this rate, unless I teleport inside and turn it off...
"You cannot think this is in anyway possible," Odin was saying.
"It is!" Insisted Loki, turning back to face his father. "In this way, not a drop of our people's blood will be shed-"
"No, Loki."
"No?" Loki whispered in disbelief.
The brilliance of his green eyes dimmed as realization set in. So perhaps... my doubts were true... after all...
"Loki," Frigga took Loki's hand and raised it, drawing his attention to her. "You did it for us. Yes. Yes... but... I think, I know... you know that this is true: it is important that we win, but it is also important to consider how we win." A pause. "What of Jotunheim? Would you condemn an entire Realm – containing hundreds of thousands, if not billions of innocents to death because of the actions of a few?"
"I – I-" Loki's heart-broken gaze met his mother's, then he whispered, "I – I am sorry-"
"You should be," grunted Odin.
"Dear!" Frigga gave her husband a look.
"He has used our Bifrost as a weapon of mass destruction! He has allowed his heart to rule his head! He has brought dishonour-"
"You are talking about honour at an hour such as this?"
"Of course he is," Loki muttered, shooting a glare at his father who did not look impressed in the slightest. (So much for that plan...) "It is, after all, what Asgard prizes above other important things... such as, say, life."
"Silence, you!" Odin snapped. You, like Thor-"
"I thought we were not mentioning him-"
"-were given much and have wasted the chance to prove yourself worthy of the position given to you!"
"Odin-" Frigga interjected, but she was ignored.
"Position? What position? I was left with nothing – nothing!" Loki hissed, leaning forward, fists clenched at his sides. "If Mother had not stepped in, Asgard would have been in worse straits-"
"You have so much faith in your leadership, have you? Tell me-"
"I am telling you – I am telling you! I was showing you that I was worthy-"
"Sire," Heimdall's voice broke into the now very loud argument. "It is impossible to access the Observatory, not even to draw close to it. At this rate, the Muthr'a'Ginnung may grow larger and threaten Asgard's foundation-"
"I was monitoring it," Loki said. "It was small-"
"Monitoring it? Was small?" Odin's face was now a deep shade of red, rage now spewing out as the news sank in. "You stand so sure of knowledge, whilst you bring Asgard down about our ears? I brought you into my house, seeing potential-"
"Ha! I knew it-" Loki shot back, darkly gleeful that his fears had been realized after all.
"-not failure!"
"Odin!" Frigga's now angry voice interjected again.
"Alas, you have shown yourself to be just as greedy, arrogant and short-sighted as your brother. You are unworthy!"
Odin raised Gugnir and set it down with a resounding THUD, sending Loki back in a flash of golden and white light. The prince, buffeted by the winds meeting his back and head, fell to the multicoloured bridge, his hands and feet twitching and back arching as golden chains appeared around his body soundlessly. Crying out in panic, the young prince attempted to rise, but his movements were aborted as the chains drew in tightly about him. Wrapped around his head, criss-crossing around his torso before breaking off into a variety of lengths twining about his arms and legs, the glowing metal slowly sank into the clothing, into his skin, into his very soul. As the bindings settled, Loki twisted and turned as though a worm caught on a hook, crying out intermittently. Half-turned on his side and belly, the Prince eventually stilled, shuddering as he began to find breath once again... somehow.
For the first time in years, Loki found himself once again cut off from his abilities. For the first time in years, he felt helpless, naked and alone. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to hide. He wanted to beg.
Yet, somehow, he managed to still his tongue. If Thor could accept it, Loki thought dazedly, so can I.
Before he could move, Loki felt a familiar, gentle hand laid on his back and his neck, easing him around carefully. Looking up, Loki's green gaze met his mother's blue one.
"Loki," she said softly. "Loki – how do you feel?"
Something acerbic rose to his lips, but Loki forced his anger and sarcasm down. Down down down down down into that box which held so many other ugly things. He closed his eyes, focused on breathing instead and tried to smile. A sharp shard of smile which cut her heart, he knew.
"I-"
"Hush," sighed Frigga, drawing him closer and gently wiped the tears which ran in silver tracks down her son's face. "That was a stupid question for me to ask. Just breathe. It will be alright."
No, Loki thought, no, it will not be. It can never be.
"What did you do?" Frigga turned to look at Odin who now stood over the pair, looking grim.
"Until such a time as you show care for those about you and discover the restitution necessary to heal the wounds you have inflicted upon our Realm, you will remain limited in what powers you have accumulated," Odin said to Loki, avoiding his wife's hard gaze.
"All of his powers? What were you thinking?"
"Not all of them," Odin sighed. "That would be impossible. A strong force such as Loki cannot live without magick. It is his very being. No. Some remain, enough to maintain what image he wishes to preserve, enough to use his natural talents, enough to complete what task I have set before him."
"Odin-" Frigga's face was set now with anger, but her husband paid her no heed, turning away to join Heimdall.
Odin paused and then glanced back at Frigga.
"Say goodbye to your son."
With that, he continued onward, drawing closer to the Observatory. As close as he could, at any rate, considering the power which now whipped about. Heimdall stood at his side and stared at the mechanism, golden eyes sad.
"It cannot be stopped, I think."
"Loki thought it could be," Odin shook his head. "Foolish boy. To think he could enter such a place unharmed, with such magick currents in the air..."
"If it cannot be stopped," Heimdall's voice was filled with dread at the thought. "More than Jotunheim will be destroyed."
"Not if the Observatory no longer functions."
"How-"
"We should take two paces back. There," Odin glanced around, sketched three runes in the air and slammed his staff down authoritatively, setting the shields in place about the four of them on the Bridge. "In such a way, none of us will be blown off the Bridge."
"Sire-"
"The Observatory... must go."
"Sire," Heimdall's golden eyes widened and then the Gatekeeper stilled, his face hardening as he nodded.
"Stand back, Heimdall."
With those words, the tall Gatekeeper did as he was told, allowing Odin space as the ancient King raised his arms, raised Gugnir, and began to mold the magick above their heads. Loki and Frigga and Heimdall, eyes staring upward, watched silently as the swirling winds coalesced, forming a massive ball of reds and golds and whites. Then Gugnir, slamming down, tugged at the magick force which began to funnel itself downward – swirling about faster and fast, twisting and turning like lightning, like a wind storm.
Loki tried to rise then as the realization of what his father was intending set in. He had just about gathered enough strength to rise to his knees when Gugnir rose and slammed down, this time, drawing the power to the Bridge, shaking the entire structure and laying the first cracks across the multicoloured span before Odin.
"What-!"
Gugnir rose and fell again. CRACK! The magick slammed once again into the precious glittering crystals of the bridge, widening the gaping hole.
"What – stop! S-s-stop! Please!" Loki's voice rose in panic as he attempted to rise to his feet. "I can – I can stop it! Let me – let me help you!"
But his words were swept away by the wind. Or ignored. It was hard to tell which. Glancing at his mother, Loki's stomach felt as though it had plummeted into the Abyss as he caught the tears running down her face, as the full impact of what Odin made itself felt at the memory of one who would now not so easily be returned.
This -
This was not what I wanted -
"You – you may never see him again – Thor – he is – he is still down there! How will he – how will he return!" Loki's voice rose again, cracking with fear and regret and pain. "I have never been to Midgard – I do not know the way! Thor will be trapped-"
Gugnir rose and fell the last time. The Heimsrsal screeched, it's voice like metal drawn across porcelain or nails across chalk, shattering the Bridge, as it spun and battered its way downward. A sphere of light and sound and force erupted, hitting against Odin's shields which splintered a few seconds later as the Observatory tore away from the edge of Asgard and plunged downward – over and off the edge of the world. Over and off the edge of the world and into the Void below. There was a crashing, a clattering, a roar of waves, the high-pitched keen of crystals shuddering as the tongue of the Bridge settled.
Then, as the Observatory disappeared into the Void, releasing a last blast of magick upward into the sky, Asgard fell silent.
Not entirely silent – but for once, the four could hear themselves think, could hear their heavy heartbeats, could hear the crash of the disturbed sea against the far rocks of the city.
Odin and Heimdall stood for a moment on the edge, looking over, until the King stirred. Jerking his head, Odin commanded his Gatekeeper:
"Bring him here."
There was no question of who. Heimdall strode over and, ignoring Frigga's protest, jerked Loki away and to his feet.
"Wait!" Frigga repeated, following now quickly. "I need to say to Loki. I need to say goodbye so my son!"
At that, Odin sighed and then he slowly nodded before returning to channelling the remaining magick which still swirled about the Muthr'a'Ginnung, which now was slowly shrinking, slowly closing. Ignoring the dark whispers that emanated from it -
...YOU ARE MINE...
...MINE MINE MINE...
The white-haired king continued to build up what dark energy was now available to him. The Bifrost was gone, true, but he still could muster enough power here to send a person through time and space to another place. From the destruction of one thing would come the birth of another.
Behind him, Frigga drew Loki close, pulling him into a tight embrace. Loki, in return, clung to her, burying his dark head in her shoulder, breathing in her scent, knowing somehow that it would be some time since he would see her again – if at all.
Do not think about it. Do not think about it.
"You will be banished like Thor," she whispered. "I do not want you to go-"
"I do not wish to go – but – but... I – I understand," he choked out, for the first time, feeling regret.
Regret. It angered him. What did I do wrong? Why must I always feel as though I have done something wrong when I know that others in my place would only do the same?
But Loki said nothing of that. He knew better than to sully that last moment with the one person in the world who had truly listened to his heart, the only one who cared.
"Where-"
"I do not know, my son," Frigga drew back then to cup his cheek gently, her fingers then slowly moving upward to tuck a lock of dark hair behind his right ear. "But know that - as far as you travel, no matter into what dark places you stray, no matter what terrible workings you weave, you are always welcome at my side."
"I know," he whispered, forcing back tears. "I will always come back."
Heimdall was pulling him away now.
"I am sorry," Loki managed to choke out. "I – I will miss you-"
Two steps further. Loki glanced back, unwilling to let go, but all too soon, his mother's hand his were separated.
"I love you," he whispered, finally finding the courage to say those words.
Frigga stepped forward, her tears beginning once again, but she halted at the sight of Odin's face as her husband turned around to survey his son who now came to a stop before him. Heimdall moved back to join Frigga, still silent, knowing that anything he could say (if he had anything to say) would not be welcome here. Loki's face was pale, his mouth set, his fingers twisting together and his green eyes glittering with emotion, but he did not say anything in protest. Odin nodded with approval.
"Go forth, my son," Odin said quietly, clasping Loki on the shoulder before turning away. He paused, opened his mouth, looked away. "As with Thor," he stopped and then started again, painfully. "As with Thor, your presence will be... Your mother and I will miss you. Thus, I send you, hoping that your return will be as swift as the eagle flies."
With that, Odin clapped Loki's shoulder again before taking a few paces back. Then, Odin raised Gugnir, watching Loki turn to watch him, shoulders tensing as the magick above them began to race and dance down to the proud golden staff and the powerful mage wielding it.
"I have taken your power, my son, and set to you the same task as I set to your brother. Likewise," Gugnir rang out, "in the name of my father and his father before - I, as the All-Father, cast you out!"
With that, golden light and dark energy shot forward, striking the slender warrior-mage full on in the chest and in a matter of seconds, the prince flew off the cracked edge of the Bridge and downward, following the arc of the All-Father's will and command until a crack, a wedge in Space and Time opened and Loki, Prince of Asgard, disappeared from sight.
"Where did you send him?" Frigga asked. "Will he be able to find Thor?If they could help each other-"
"No," Odin said, looking older than usual. Slowly and almost painfully, he turned away from the over-powering vista which now hung visible at the end of the shattered Bridge. "If he wishes to face his future, Loki himself, Loki alone, must heal the wounds he has inflicted – and come to grips with his past."
"No – no – you did not-"
Frigga drew closer, hovering at the edge of the Bifrost, watching the Muthr'a'Ginnung finally shut and the nebulae and planets beneath came into view now changed from the positions they had held before. The Mages at the Academy would no doubt make the charting of the new formations an assignment for their students. Foolish thoughts for me to think at a moment such as this, Frigga thought sadly, and then smiled as another memory of Loki working on his assignments in her garden struck her. Although... Loki would have enjoyed the challenge. The Queen closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop crying.
This was no time for tears.
"He must learn, Frigga-"
"But not there! They will tear him apart when they discover what he did! What were you thinking? Honestly?! At this rate," she sighed, "you will be the death of our family!"
"Nothing will be said of what happened this day – to the Court or the Academy or any outsiders. We shall say the Observatory malfunctioned. For now, at any rate. Loki's actions will remain between us three –" Odin sighed and then corrected himself. "Us four." He gave Heimdall a look, to which the Gatekeeper nodded in silent agreement.
"But you sent him to a Realm – knowing not if Jotunheim still stands!"
"If Jotunheim had fallen, my Lady," Heimdall finally spoke up, "we would have felt its death in our very marrow, for, as you know, we are all connected. Even now." At that his golden eyes seemed to rove over an unseen vista and his face saddened. "No. It stands, it holds firm. There is hope – even for Jotunheim. Even for our Prince."
"That is what I expected," Odin nodded gruffly. "The Observatory would have needed much more time to work its way about the entire countryside of Jotunheim."
Frigga turned back to look at the stars spread out before her, but they brought no comfort as usual, for she knew that none of them held her two sons.
"Come," Odin said softly, drawing his wife away, his hand about her waist in comfort. "We have much work to do."
[...those prepare who must...]
[...the great and the small...]
[...for the fulfilment of prophecy...]
[...and what must be...]
[...must come to pass...]
A question to be answered~!
Q: Where are you getting all your words for the different languages? Are you making them up or is there some place you look?
A: I get many words from Old Norse dictionaries, Elvish dictionaries, some Old English sounds, Dwarvish lists and a smattering of weird stuff I just make up randomly as well as mixing Korean, Japanese and Chinese sounds for a more different feel in opposition to the Scandinavian flavours. I also go onto the Marvel Wiki and look at names of various characters from races and try to extrapolate the language from those as well.
Q: Is Jotunheim destroyed?! [a.k.a. YOU KILLED BYLA?!]
A: Hm. Well, all I can say is that we are seeing a situation from one point of view... We don't know how it's really going down in Jotunheim.
Hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please let me know~
-KI
Alien Glossary:
'auzha – fucker
chi'iano – a radioactive piece of rock similar to uranium
cho'ai - lover
Dou'ma – idiot
Eno'Keshi'ko – the system of Eno, a type of magical level measurements
iz'kyr – a kind of frozen stone powder which is used as a narcotic for some species
kalo – a kind of purple-red fruit, similar to a pomegranate or dragonfruit
kol-sava'atha – a titanium-rich ore
Morning-star - a mace
n'ch'nka – a kind of cow
oma'auzha – mother-effer
oto'oa - big sister
r'senk'ne – a kind of deer/cow hybrid
udji'oo – a drug, like opium
Asgardian Glossary:
bikkja – bitch
Brenna-Fir – the Immolation
Drakka Thyod – Dragon Race
ergi - womanly, weak, "gay"
Fiendfyre – a phoenix-firebird
Flauguna – flying feet/teleportation
fotr'ro - footstool
Ginnung – the Void
harhvila - high bed
Haugbui Bustathr – the Shrine of the Kings
Hiti-mothr – Flame Fury (also known as Lachruth)
Kaesia-Seithr – Spirit-Spear style
Koma a Aldr – Coming of Age
Kveykva-herklaethi – Light Armoured style
Laegja – the Immersion
Ofolr Leith – Dark Paths, Other Ways (crossing the Void)
Ominni-tith - the Forgotten Times
Rikr-Hringraevi – Grand Cycles of Time
Runa a Fyrsta – Rites of Initiation
Runa a Kelda – Rites of Spring
Runa'a'vetr – Winter Solstice
Saga-Vefr – Story-weavers
seithr - magic
seithrmaster - mage, sorceror
Skjald-borhyrr – Wall of Flame
Skipa – the Infusion
Skokkr-a-Mir – concealment skills, Box of Mirrors (also known as Col'ca-cenedril)
stormerki – mysteria
Tveir-Andlit – illusionary skills, Double Face
Velspara-Speki – the Well (of Wisdom)
Elvish Glossary:
skreyppa – slippery one
gargani – snake
fintalenir – trickster
vanwa – defeated one, impolite term for "loser"
caitahto – liar
curunar – fiery one
Lachruth – Flame Fury
Col'ca-cenedril – Box of Mirrors
Cebir-Gondlug – Spike-Stone Dragon
Am'loce Norie – Dragon Race
raudhaust – high bed
Jotunheim Glossary:
Aldinn Stathr – Ancient Place
Almror'ganga - Long Range Weapon Contest
Arlang'leith – the Annual Caravan
Atfirth – energies
ausa'songr fugl - flow-songbirds
blakkrbjorr – black beer
Blakkrbjorn – black bear
blakkrgras – black grass
blargras – blue grass
blar'iss hros - black ice horse
Blaufe'irsteinn - blue fire stone
Brandr'ganga - Unarmed Combat
Dagaheim
Dauthr'ganga - Death Duel
dvegr – dwarf
dyrspeki – zoologist
Eybjarg (Chasms of Forever)
Faetha'snaer - "Mother", "who births the snow"
Farbjothr – the Destroyer
fauld – a part of armour around the lower midsection
Fjor'fylgja – Life Mate
Flara River – Treacherous River
fleygja-skip – flying/shooting ship
For-Eldra – Ancestors
Forn Vegr – Old Ways
Frothleikr'ganga - Battle of Magick
Fylgja'snaer - "Father", "who aids the snow"
Gastropnir
Glima'ganga - Battle of Swords
Gnaefki-Seggr – High Guard
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
hjarr'veithr - rabbit chaser (a kind of eagle)
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
hvitr'steinn - white fire stone
Innaheim – Inner Realm
iss'hona'by - ice honey bee
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)
lagr'hyggr – fool
Lengi Ofrithr – Long War
luthrblom – trumpet flower
manisilfr – moonsilver
Meir'brothir – Older Brother
melrakki – white fox
Muthr'a'Ginnung - the Mouth of the Void, black holes
Myrkr Skogr – shadow forest
Nattura – spirits
Northri Stjarna – North Star
rjothr'auga haukr - red-eyed hawk
silvralmr – silver elm
silvrfiskr – silver fish
Sithr Efingi – True Heir
Skalldi
skordyr – Jotunheim goat
Smar'brothir – Younger Brother
snaerharra – snow rabbit
snjarlang'hvartha - snow camel
Storrholl – Great Hall
thurblakulfr – giant black wolves
tunglbom (moonflower)
Utanheim – Outer Realm
Utgard
vaetki – nothing
ventrmellin – winter melon
villrkyr – wild ox
Virtha Aevi – Coming of Age
Vit'ganga - Battle of Wits