Loki
Loki was probably the only Odinson who didn’t have such bloodlust for war. Then again, he was also the only Odinson that was adopted, so that may have something to do with that. Sure, the blood of the All-Father coursed through his veins, but the mentality to shed as much blood and sow as much death as possible was not part of his DNA. No, Loki much preferred the art of subterfuge and cunning to do his death-dealing. It is better to be unseen in one’s death-dealing in Loki’s mind, making it much easier for your enemies not to find a weakness.
All of that being said, Loki was no slouch in combat and the battle against his sister Hela and her forces was proving that.
Upon arriving together on Asgard, the Revengers as Thor had taken to calling them, set about on their mission to free Asgard and her people from the grip of Hela and her wrath. The first part had been shockingly easy, as Hela was far more concerned with fighting than anything else. Thor had been their point on that, his brother easily provoking all of Hela’s attention on him as they battled through the streets of Asgard and up toward the castle itself. As arcs of lighting and magic flew across the sky, the rest of them had to smuggle the remaining Asgardians out of the city and onto the stolen shuttle they had used to get there in the first place. It was supposed to be simple, but things never truly were.
“Mr. Banner, if you don’t mind calling your green friend,” Loki asked as they stared down a countless number of reanimated warriors from Asgards’ past and one rather large and pissed-off wolf.
“I can’t always just turn it on at will ya know. Maybe I could find someplace to jump off of,” Banner looked around, still trying to do his best to look intimidating as the horde of undead came rushing towards them.
“Yeah, we don’t have time for this,” Valkyrie growled as she took out her sword and violently stabbed Banner right through his shoulders, “No more puny man, I need my big mean green machine,”
The result was instantaneous, as Banner’s skin turned a deep green and his clothing ripped and stretched to accommodate the Hulk’s massive size. The wound from her sword quickly healed as the rage monster stood alongside them all, rubbing his shoulder and looking down at Valkyrie with a betrayed look in his eyes.
“Scary girl stab puny Banner,” he all but whimpered, before playfully shoving Valkyrie, “Hulk stronger than puny Banner,”
“Right, you are. Wanna prove it, cause Puny Banner said you couldn’t beat that big doggie over there,”
Loki felt a moment of panic as Hulk spotted the large wolf and a devious grin curled on that imposing face. The same one when the beast had seen it to smash him into the ground repeatedly. Hulk, however, paid no mind to Loki’s fear as he roared at the wolf before rushing forth and colliding with the undead beast and descending into a fury of blows.
“Well, now that the big one is handled, shall we,” Valkyrie gestured toward the still advancing horde of undead warriors.
Loki cast a look behind him, the rock creature Korgg was doing his best alongside Heimdall to escort the Asgardians through the city and away from danger. Despite having very little faith in the rock man, he knew Heimdall wouldn’t let them down.
“Yes. Our people are in good hands, I suppose we should do our best to keep it that way,” Loki agreed as he produced two blades from thin air and let his magic overtake him.
A chill of frosty air rushed around, only held at bay by emerald flames that emanated from the horns of Loki’s helmet. The blood of his Jouton heritage and the magic of his Asgardian family. His mother had spent ages teaching him how to hone both. How to allow them to feed off of one another till they became greater than the sum of their parts. Odin had despised him for learning such powerful magic. Had banished him away for it. Sent him to Midgard where he could ‘pretend to be a magic user like the mortals’
Only I found friends and a family, came a foreign thought from Loki.
The entire recollection was new to him as he never recalled such a thing taking place. He would have thought more, but he had more pressing matters at hand.
Loki had a home to protect at all costs.
With a battle cry that Frigga could hear in Valhalla, Loki charged into battle with Valkyrie, leaping high into the and crashing down to the ground, sending large shards of ice to strike the first wave of attackers.
Soon after the man became a dazzling whirlwind of ice magic, blades, and green flames. He lithely slipped in between the ranks, easily removing heads from bodies with a pass of his daggers. A punch powered with pure Asgardian strength leveled one of the bulkier undead before Loki saw fit to ignite him in a towering inferno of green. Sure, the man knew several spells, but sometimes it was far easier to just set your enemies on fire.
Like that raid against the Death Eaters. The night that Lily and James choose to become parents.
Yet another thought entered his mind, and with it names that were bringing up a swath of memories. He bit them down and continued to fight.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted Valkyrie contending with her own brute. She was still just as deadly as she was in her prime, but who knew how long spent drinking had taken a bit of an edge off her skills. The woman was almost getting overwhelmed as the horde pressed in from all sides. Even Loki had to admit it was getting to be a bit too much. There was no breathing room. Which meant Loki was going to have to make some.
Magic from deep in his soul was called forth, fueling his powers. With a flex of his fingers, several duplicates erupted from green flames, each one armed with daggers. These were not mere illusions and they began to tear into the undead warriors, carving a path for Loki to get over to Valkyrie. The deadly warrior almost took off Loki’s head with a vicious swipe when he bumped into her.
“It seems we may have bitten off a bit more than we can chew here,” Loki muttered as he erected a wall of ice between them and the horde, “My duplicates will hold them off, but we have got to stop them here,”
“And your plan to stop them is for us to freeze behind a wall and let your copies do the work? No, I am Valkyrie, I am meant to die in battle, and if this be that battle then I shall not cower with the God of Lies,”
“You know it is also the God of Trickery and Deception. You fight best with blades and I fight best with intelligence. I swear you remind me so much of Thor right now,”
“Get to the point ram horns before I slip this blade between your ribs,” Valkyrie hissed, clearly itching to get back into the fight.
“Fine. I’m going to collapse the street. It may not kill them but it will buy you time to make sure the rest of our people get out of here,”
“I will not run from a fight! I refuse to be like you and hide away for fear of death. I am no snake,” Valkyrie began to hack at the magical wall of ice keeping her imprisoned, “Let me free Loki! Let me die like the warrior you could never hope to be,”
You’ll always be my hero Laci.
That voice again. So warm to his mind. So achingly familiar. It was a calling that left Loki confused.
“There is no need for anyone to die, let alone you. Make sure our people are safe. And tell my brother that he can never be a king like Odin. However, he can always be better. We all should have been better than Odin,”
Loki gave Valkyrie a shove, wrapping her in his magic to allow her to slip away to Heimdall. He knew the man was more than likely watching this and would catch her when she fell above him. There was no time to dwell on that. Not right now.
Now was the time to protect his people far better than Odin ever could.
“I wish you could see me now Father,” Loki muttered as he tore down his wall of ice, “Protecting the people you said would abandon me,”
His skin began to turn a frosty blue, thick lines of the Joutun language carved into his flesh. Around him, an aura of green flames emanated from his entire form. This was his magic. His might. His dual heritage coming forth to protect.
“You told me that I would only feel love in your embrace if I became the son you wanted. That you were the only warmth I required. Only for you to shun me at every turn,”
His duplicates returned to his body, adding more fuel to the magical balefire that was starting to grow. The streets around him were being claimed by a sheen of ice crystals while the tips of flames burned away all that they touched. This display of power called to the undead warriors of Asgard. Their urge to fight all pulling them into Loki was their downfall. Few made it close to the God, falling to either magical winds of frost or being consumed by green fire.
“Well father, I shun you. I shun your hate and your misery you sought to give me. I shun it all,”
Loki let out a cry, one that echoed across Asgard. The streets and buildings were awash in brilliant hues of green fire and ice as Loki let his magic pull it all down. The very ground under his feet shook as he caved it in. Loki watched as the streets and ground cracked open and the warriors were pulled into the inky abyss below.
Loki let go of his magic, returning to his previous form, exhausted but smiling. Even as the ground under his own feet became unstable and he felt himself falling, Loki still smiled.
“I’ll be a better father than you, Odin. Even in death. Even if my child may never know me,” he whispered, before he fell, darkness claiming his mind and body.
Laci tapped his wand erratically against his thighs. The man was not used to sitting and waiting. His body was a tightly wound coil and it needed to spring forth. Be it a prank or even a spirited argument with James, he needed something to do.
However, when it came to brewing potions, one needed to have patience. Considering the nature of this particular potion, Laci was trying his best to remember the words of Slughorn at that very moment.
“Laci my boy.” The potion mastered has said to him once, “You cannot rush perfection. You must take time to ensure its beauty,”
For Laci, at that moment, he wanted this potion to be perfect. To be beautiful. He needed it to be so.
There was a knock on the door to the small lab and in stepped Lily, looking a bit worse for wear. She had been caught in the middle of another Death Eater attack. As always Lily returned the victor, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scarred in some way. Despite there being no visible wounds, Laci could see her looking distantly.
“Are you okay Lils,” he quickly dusted off a space on the bench for one of his only friends to join him.
Slowly the redhead shuffled to the bench before collapsing in a heap. Her shoulders were sagging with an invisible weight as her breath came out in a shuddering gasp.
“I…I killed someone today,” she muttered in a hoarse whisper, “Not nicely either. I…I used a bombarda and it tore clean through-“
She could finish before she broke down, tears cascading down her face. Her ragged cries echoed in the lab as she shuddered in a type of grief that no one her age should have to endure.
“I can still hear his cries Laci. I…how can we keep this up,”
The young Slytherin looked down at his friend, rubbing soothing circles against her back and letting her lean up against him.
“I have no idea. Dumbledore is adamant that we can win this but I don’t think he sees the truth. He is so blinded in his urge to win that he can’t see we are taking more losses every day. And not just in bodies,”
Lily looked up at him, paying attention to him despite her emotional pains.
“Sirius told me he saw Regi the other day. So close that he could have reached out to touch him. Remus has been off trying to convince packs to join our cause under Dumbledore’s orders. He hasn’t been around Sirius in ages and you know the toll that takes on him. And James…well you know what James is out there doing,”
Playing the role of a wartime general and spending far too much time with the Order.
“Molly lost her brothers. And we haven’t even made a dent. I…I can’t see this going on for much longer. Not without everyone-,” Lily didn’t finish. She didn’t have to.
“I miss Tony,” she opted to say instead, drawing a smile from Laci.
“Yeah…me too,” Laci responded, albeit absent-mindedly. His eyes shifted back to the potion as he began to tap once more with his wand.
“Laci…are you okay? For that matter what are you brewing? I haven’t seen you down here in ages. I thought you hated brewing,”
“Oh, I do Lils, I do. However, it is a bit hard to go out and get a potion to see if someone is pregnant these days. Gotta brew it yourself,” he said sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
It took Lily a moment, her face going from one of shock to utter delight before pulling Laci into a hug.
“Oh my gosh! Laci, you’re going to have a kid! I’m so happy for you,” her words came tumbling out before she realized she was hugging her friend just a tad bit too tightly, “Oh, sorry about that. How far along are you and who’s the lucky person,”
Laci rubbed his belly gingerly, smiling as he did so.
“Just a few months. And the only person I’ve ever slept with was Tony so…yeah,”
“Oh,” was all Lily could respond with.
“Yep. Not only am I going to have a child in the middle of a war, but he’ll grow up with only one parent. Hell, with the way things are going, he’ll end up an orphan,” Laci paused for a moment, his head suddenly throbbing for a spell. As quickly as it came, it left, the man shaking it off.
“Anyway, I’m just using this potion to know what the sex is. If it is a boy I wanted to name him Hadrian. Hadrian Vali Stark. That is if I ever live long enough to give birth let alone find Tony again,”
Laci looked over at Lily, his green eyes shining with tears,
“What if my child grows up unloved because I died in this stupid war? I swear, Dumbledore is no different than my father. A bullheaded man who believes he knows so much better than everyone else. Willing to risk others’ lives for a cause they don’t believe in,”
Laci was starting to feel a new fury rush along his body. That sharp pain from before struck again, strong enough to make Laci buckle to his knees.
“Laci, what’s wrong? Should I get James,” Lily asked, as her friend was wracked with another wave of pain.
Her words didn’t reach his ears as Laci felt his head suddenly filled with images and memories that were not his own. Or were they? It was a rush of information and knowledge. Literal eons of it spilled deep into his mind, unlocking pathways that even Dumbledore would struggle to uncover at the height of his power. The truth of who he was came flooding into his mind. His heritage as an Ice Giant. The moment Odin took him from the ruins of his home and bound him to his bloodline, turning him into an Odinson. The years spent in the shadow of his brother. The depths of magic he had unlocked under the tutelage of his Mother. All of that and more came pouring in, flooding his mind with the truth.
He was not Laci, a pure blood from Slytherin. No, he was Loki. God of Lies, Trickery, and Deception. A God.
A god, and a soon-to-be father.
By the time Loki was able to process his true past once more, Lily had come rushing down the stairs, having slipped out to go get James. He heard both of them gasp as they took in his form. His body was pale blue before it shifted to his much-preferred shade. He stood taller than he was Laci, and his hair was far longer. Not only that, but his eyes seemed to shine bright than they ever had before. He may have looked ever so slightly the same, but it was clear that the man who stood before them both was not the Laci they were used to seeing.
“Err, is there something you need to tell us Laci,” James asked in a way that seemed to disarm people with its earnestness
Loki looked over at his friends, even with his memories back, he still thought of them as that. Friends. Before he could speak, he looked behind him at the potion, watching as the liquid within shifted to a deep blue hue.
“Well James, it looks like I’m having a boy,”
Loki gasped as he felt breath enter his lungs. Coughing up dust, he was helped to his feet by Thor, his brother giving him space to stand.
“You’re okay brother. Just breathe. Just as Mom showed you when you thought you had killed me that one time. In for five, out for five,”
Loki wheezed out a chuckle as his brother coached him through his breathing. Leave it to the biggest brute to become the mother hen when things got bad.
“No need to remind me, brother. You seemed to escape without having panic attacks in your life,” he jabbed, as he stood to his full height, his breathing back to normal, “What happened to your eye,” Loki asked.
Indeed, Thor was missing an eye. Instead of that, there was a large red splotch on his face, blood still smeared down his face.
“Oh, you know, just a sibling fight. No different than ours,” Thor retorted, still keeping that annoying bright smile of his
“Right, just that I never removed your eye, only stabbed you a little. Don’t tell me you are still fighting with Hela. I thought you were more powerful this time around. The Odinforce running in those damn veins of yours,”
“Let’s not talk about father right now. I have a plan to beat Hela and win the day. Promise me you won’t freak out until I tell you,”
“Oh, this should be good. Your current plan is going swimmingly,”
“Thank you, Loki, that means so much coming from you,” Thor responded densely. How he lived so long on Midgard and still couldn’t grasp sarcasm confused Loki to no end,
“However, there is no time for praise. We are underneath the streets of Asgard. Heimdall spoke of a tunnel that leads right to the armory where Father kept his spoils. The skull of Surtur and the Eternal Flame is there. All you have to do is sneak in there and summon Surtur back. He destroys Asgard, Hela dies and the Revengers all get their revenge,”
Loki schooled his features as best as he could into blank confusion before rubbing his forehead,
“Your great plan is to cause Ragnarök? That is the best plan you could come up with? Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll cause Ragnarök while you go for another bout against our sister. Is that the best plan you could come up with?”
“Loki, you don’t understand. Hela is pissed not at us, but at Odin. The entire reason she was locked away was because he feared her power as a warrior. Feared she would be stronger than him. Hela doesn’t care about us, she just wants to see our Father’s legacy destroyed. If that is what it takes to protect Asgard then I say we do it on our terms, and not hers,”
Odin. Of course, it would all come back to Odin. That man had done more damage by raising his own children poorly than he could have done as a warrior or even as king. Loki was tired of the man. He had shunned him, refused to let the yoke of a dead man weigh him down. The best revenge towards Odin was to be better than he was in life.
“I’ll be a better father,” Loki muttered under his breath,
“Brother, are you okay? It sounded like you said you’re a father,”
“No,” Loki began, a plan forming behind those bright green eyes of his, “Well yes but that doesn’t matter. I think I have a plan that may beat your brother,”
“And it has to do with you being a father,” Thor asked with a tilt of his head
“Thor, just shut up and listen. You are right, we aren’t going to beat her because she isn’t trying to fight us and we aren’t trying to fight her for our sakes. All of this is because of Fath- Odin,” Loki steeled himself and rolled his shoulders back,
“Odin is the reason for all of this. For Hela coming back. For me being…well me. Even you, the son who tried to be king just like his father. It is all because of Odin. Is Hela still in the Throne room,”
Loki felt his brain rushing madly. He had a plan. It wasn’t the best plan, but it felt a lot better than just causing Ragnarök. No way would their mother live that down if her children couldn’t put aside their differences and instead destroyed their home.
“Yes, but I’ve hit her with the most powerful thunderbolts I could conjure and she barely flinched. What weapon do you have that could stop her,” Thor asked, his curiosity genuine?
“Simple, brother mine. I shall tell her the truth,”
When Loki stepped into the golden palace of Asgard, he felt a sensation of homecoming in his body. Sure, he had sat on the throne as an imposter of his father, but this was different. He was not coming into these golden halls with the hope of ruling Asgard. This time, he was coming here to save it.
His eyes landed upon the visage of Hela, sitting on the throne, weapons littering the ground at her feet. She paid Loki little mind as he stepped closer, far too engrossed in polishing a sword to even give heed to his arrival.
“So,” she spoke after spending another minute polishing the blade, “The youngest adopted son finally comes to face me. I should tell you now, if a son with a direct bloodline to Odin couldn’t stop me, what makes you think his forgotten Frost Giant pet has a chance,”
“Ah, so you know of me. That will save much time on introductions,” Loki snapped, his mouth curled into his best devious smile
“Of course, I know you. Odin was more than happy to tell me of the little whelp he saved. He spoke at length about you both. Apparently, he thought it was funny to tell the daughter he imprisoned of the brothers she would never get to see,”
“Well, Odin was not what I would call a great father,” Loki muttered, to which Hela couldn’t help but snort.
“Of course not. He bound my very life to Asgard. Do you know what it is like to be a warrior who cannot die? I can lose if I am not on Asgard, make no doubt about that, but as long as this place stands I will never see Valhalla. Your father did that to me,” Hela raged at that last part, casting her hands forth to send a barrage of blades erupting from the ground to spear right into Loki.
Loki’s body burst into green flames, vanishing from sight, as the real Loki appeared only steps from where his double had been standing.
“I get the feeling that you are angry at Odin, but I fail to see why you are,” Loki questioned simply.
Another yell, and another wave of spikes covering the throne floor. Loki deftly dodged her attacks, freezing some in ice, and others he used more doubles to jump between.
“Angry! You don’t know the half of my anger. Odin turned me into a weapon! A thing! All for his own crusades,” her armor started to vanish, her hair wild and loose as she shouted out Loki, “He imprisoned me because he feared the very thing he turned me into,”
Loki barely had time to react when one of her spears caught him in the shoulder, pinning him to a wall. Few more joined in, finding non-lethal spots on his arms and legs to keep him pinned to the wall. Bleeding and unable to move. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Thor, looking ready to step in, but Loki shook his head. He had to be the one to do this.
Hela walked calmly before Loki, grinning madly at his prone state,
“He replaced me with you. He gave Thor my weapon. Odin was no father and no true warrior and yet you come here to defend his home. I pity you,”
“You misunderstand,” Loki gasped between pained breaths, “Odin isn’t the reason I’m here. You are sister mine,”
Hela, who was poised to strike, stopped. She stopped and turned her head to the side, not unlike Thor.
“What did you call me,” she asked shakenly
“What you are. Sister. We may not be of blood, but we are bound all the same by the wake of Odin and his machinations,”
Hela was taken aback, her magical spikes retreating from Loki and allowing him to fall to the floor in a heap. The god struggled to his feet and pressed on all the same,
“You are right when you say Odin made you like this. He made all of us like this. Thor into a king who could only hope to live up to his image. You, a warrior that can never die so his wars will go on forever,”
“And you,” Hela sneered, though there was little heat behind it,
“Simple. The son he could never mold into what he wanted. Odin failed all of us. He tried to craft us to suit his image. Give us his purpose and remove what little agency we may have had. He made us all into lesser versions of himself,”
“I am nothing like Odin. I am better than him,” Hela yelled, her fury sending a wave of blades threateningly closer to Loki,
“Are you,” Loki continued regardless, “Because all I see is Odin standing before me. Another weapon in his arsenal. You may be filled with your rage, but your actions are all his,”
“What do you know of Odin’s rage? You know nothing of it,” Hela barked, her blades moving closer,
“He killed off my people. All of them. In a fit of rage, he made me an orphan and only took pity on me because he wanted proof of his conquest. My survival is merely a testament to his rage and his supposed mercy. He tried to make me into his version of what I should be when he grew tired of having a trophy walking around. The man hated me and yet he was the one who saved me,
“I should be just like him. Just as hateful. Spiteful. Filled with rage. For a time, I was. For so long all I knew was the shunned life he gave me and the emptiness of it all. Then, I found something else. I found a way out of it. A way to escape it, on Midgard of all places,”
The spikes had stopped advancing at this point, Hela looking at Loki with something that hadn’t been in her eyes for eons. Hope.
“What did you find there? What did you find to break out of Odin’s spell,” her voice was quivering with unsaid emotions
“Love. Actual love. A life worth living beyond him. I gave up everything to live on Midgard. My memories, my heritage. All of it to live on Midgard. For those years I was there I was free of Odin. Free of that rage. Free to not be what he made me. I could be myself on Midgard. I got the chance to be the one thing that Odin could never be there,”
“What,” Thor asked, having come up behind his brother. He too looked like there were many an emotion playing across his face. Hela didn’t even flinch when he walked up.
“A good father. I had the chance to be a good father on Midgard. And the moment I knew of that and my memories came rushing back, I knew he wouldn’t let me do that. I gave away my child because of Odin. That is what he does. He takes away parts of who you are and makes it even harder to get them back. And I’m done playing his game,
“I am Loki Odinson no longer. His blood may run through my veins by way of his adoption, but I refuse to ever be known as Odinson ever again,”
The halls of the Asgard palace reverberated with magic as Loki made his declaration. The magic his mother taught him, the very magic of Asgard itself warmed to him. In his declaration, it recognized him as a true child of its land.
Hela looked at her adopted brother. Looked as he stood tall, his body singing with the magic of Asgard. Even when he defied the man who was thought to be its one true ruler, Asgard and its magic rushed through him.
“And all of this, because you have a child of Midgardian blood. You hold the strength to defy Odin’s will because of only that,” Hela was unbelieving but couldn’t deny what she saw, “You, who are so imperfect. A God of Lies and Deception. You would defy the rule of the All-Father and see it through,”
Loki stood taller than ever, drawing himself to his full height. Even Thor felt smaller beside him as he drew on the power of Asgard's magic,
“I am not what Odin made me. I am more. I am Loki, the God of Lies, Deception, and Magic. Father to Hadrian Vali Lokison. And you, Hela, can write your name beyond that which Odin saw fit for you,”
There was a moment. A moment as three siblings stood together among the destruction of the Asgardian palace. Three siblings bonded by a man who wanted not the best for them but the best for himself. It was a moment in which all three of them came to realize that they all deserved better.
“Fine,” Hela whispered, as she collapsed onto the ground, “If you, a child not born of the All-Father, can defy his will. Then so can I. I may be Hela the Goddess of Death, but I am no longer Odinson,”
Much like Loki, Asgard and her magic ran true and Hela could feel the forced connection Odin had crafted to her break. It swelled in her heart as she felt the one thing tying her to an immortal life finally give way under the words of her deceleration.
Though she would never say it, a tear of relief rolled down her cheeks.
“Well, I suppose I should join in too,” Thor had edged himself closer to his siblings, smiling like a mad puppy, “I…Thor…well I suppose no longer Odinson…Uhh, I, Thor Friggason-,”
“By the Norns, get on with it brother. I’m no longer immortal I may die of old age at this rate,” Hela barked, making Thor jump
“Right, I Thor vow to be not just the God of Thunder, but a ruler better than the All-Father. I am Odinson no longer,”
The magic of Asgard came free from its shackles and spiraled above the three siblings. Thor, Loki, and Hela stood in the palace as the paintings of Odin and his conquest were burned away. In their wake was one mural of the three of them, standing behind the Bifrost. Together. United.
“I think I’ll keep this one out in the open. No need to hide the truth like Odin,” Thor commented, before looping his arms around each of his siblings, “Is it too much to say I love you guys? Because I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,”
Hela bit her lips before pulling Thor’s arm off of her with a slim smile of her own,
“Okay, we are nowhere near the touching stage. Not to mention that while Asgard may have expected me, I don’t think its people will,” Hela added, sliding out of Thor’s reach before he could pull her back again.
“Perhaps I can fix that. A little bit of time away from this place could do you some good. I’m sure our dear brother can handle things,” Loki also slid from under his brother's grasp, though with less malice than his sister.
“Leave it to me, my mighty siblings. I am sure you both will find worthy lives on Midgard. And brother, you must tell me to whom you share a son. I must meet both him and my nephew,”
“Well, you already have Thor. I believe you called him, ‘The Man of Iron’,” was all Loki said before seeing the figure of Heimdall walking towards them all, a smirk on his face.
“I knew this day would come. The former children of the All-Father, together at last. Frigga would be proud of you all,” the man said with warmth in his voice
“And Hela, I will be more than happy to send you to Midgard alongside your brother. I hope that you find peace there,”
Hela only gave a curt nod in return, before letting out a small breath.
“Don’t worry, I invaded the realm last time I was there. I’m sure I’ll be hogging all the spotlight,” Loki quipped, drawing a sardonic smile from his sister.
“Looks like I’ll have some big shoes to fill then,” she smirked
Loki watched as Thor continued to try and figure out what Loki had seen in Tony. Watching his brother be so animated about it gave him hope for the future.
Perhaps, after the rightful anger Tony was going to give him, they could pick up where they left off. Right after they found their son of course. There was no telling what trouble the child of Loki and Tony Stark could have gotten into.
No telling at all.