Hush Little Child

by phoenixsmoon

Loke's first owner was a man of many magics, located smack-dab in the center of the Earthren world. He knows that the man's dead now and Lucy's his new owner, but sudden flashbacks began to convince Loke differently. *A story of Loke's childhood and a bit past that.*

18. Chapter 18

Loke looked like shit.

His hair had crusted into hard gold chunks, giving the top of his head the appearance of a craggy cliffside, and large purple bags hung from underneath his eyes. Shattered glasses rested low on his nose, and his mouth was half open.

Loke was right there right there Harry could reach out and touch him god Loke was there

Harry reached out his hand and tapped Loke's shoulder. Light, tender, like Loke was a china doll sitting on a shelf and even the slightest gust of wind could knock him off.

Loke was there.

Harry could feel Mira and Wendy's eyes boring into his back, prodding him. Who was he to them? What was he to Loke? Who? Who? When?

Placing a hand on Loke's head, Harry pushed the celestial spirit off his chair. Loke yelped, Mira and Wendy screamed, and Harry smiled. Smiled until his face hurt and his cheeks blocked out his vision. Rightness, so rightness flooded his heart.

He was there, they could see him, screw them because this was right.

'I'm back," Harry said, "you stupid lion."

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quick a/n: I'm back, you stupid, lovable readers. Horrible characterizations and all. Yeah, I know this was short as a chapter could get, but it's the best I can do. The epilogues is going to be longer than the final chapter- who would have thought?