LokiSon

Part 1: A Prince of Mischief and Babes, Chapter 1:

In the middle of the night, roaming a village deep in Midgard, walked a stranger in a green cloak. 

The village itself was nothing special. It looked like a million other villages that the man had wandered through over the last few days. With the stone roads, stone houses, straw roofs. Everything started to look mundane and boring, and it was nothing to what it was like back from where he was from. 

It was the dead of night. The stranger held his cloak over his head, shielding his features from the world. Not to mention, there was a light rain coming down from the skies, but it was too dark to actually see the darkened clouds in the sky. And since it was so rainy, that meant there were not a lot of people out. He had only seen a few people walk the main road with him, a few women with bread in their baskets, and a man riding on his horse, but other than that, he was basically alone. Which made the most sense, considering that the sun would be rising in just a few hours, but by that time, he would already be off the planet. 

That was because, unbeknownst to these small mortals, they were in the presence of a God. 

Now, he knew that sounded far fetched. None of these small things would ever believe that he was an actual god, but he did not care to entertain them. He really needed to get back home, as his family would be looking for him, and he really did not want to explain just why he was on Midgard when he really was not supposed to be. 

He did not come to Midgard often, as there were plenty of other realms that held more interest. Sure, there were an enormous amount of mages and witches and magic of all kinds, but it all paled in comparison to the magic of other words, like Asgard and realms as such. Not to say that the magic here was bad, there were just more interesting things out there. 

But he was on a mission at the moment. 

A mission that held no importance really. Only the fact that these lands, even as quiet as it was in the dead of night, was going through war. 

Do not even ask him what this war was even about. The difference between Asgard and Midgard were how long each of the different realms lived for. On Asgard, the people there lived for milenia, so they mostly held on to the same grudges for literal centuries. But when it came to Midgard, the people here had such small lives. All he had to do was blink and there would be a different king on a throne each time. On Asgard, history barely ever repeated itself, as it was the same people who lived through it. But here, he had seen so many countless wars, useless wars that didn’t even matter. 

But one good thing about war was that there would be blood spilled. And a soldier's blood made good for potions. 

The cloaked man went down a dark hallway, right next to a large building. The building itself seemed to have had two floors, which was rare in a village such as this. It was also made out of a dark stone, which was not ominous at all. He did not understand this realm and its need to make their buildings in such… bland fashions. He understood that there were only so many materials on this planet, and that they could only work with what they had, but really now. At least at some color here and there. 

He situated himself near the alley entrance of the large building, right next to what seemed to be a door. He had no interest in stepping inside, as he would be off this planet in a few minutes. But he did stop a few feet away from it, searching through his satchel for the thing he was looking for. 

He pulled out a glass vial. The vial was not that big, it fit just right in the palm of his hands. Slowly, Loki raised it high to the moonlight, looking at just how vibrant the red was. 

The battle had been great. 

It was one of the bigger battles, as there were about hundreds of people on each side, fighting for a war that he had no idea what it even was about. All he really remembered were the colors, as one side mostly wore red, and the other wore blue. Of course, all the men had got into long lines, readying for battle, while all of the women had stayed in the tents, getting ready for all of the injured that were going to come. It was the part of war that Loki really did not like, but he knew it was necessary to get things done. 

The battle had lasted only for a few hours, with heavy casualties on both sides. Hundreds of dead bodies laid the battle field, with swords and shields and armor littered throughout. He had become numb to that kind of death when he was just a babe, getting used to the fact. He had been in battles a thousand times larger than this, and had won every single time. Of course, he had used more ‘unhonorable’ ways of winning, at least that was what his brother had told him. But it did not really matter to him. A win's a win. It did not matter how one got there. 

But while so many soldiers had died, and while many had gone back to be nursed by the women, Loki had walked the battlefield, trying to find the right specimen. And it honestly started to piss him off that he was dirtying his boots as dirt and blood began to collect at the bottom of them. 

It did not take long to find who he was looking for. 

As he walked, he heard the sounds of coughing, and he peeled his green eyes to look at where the sound was coming from. 

A few yards away from him, a soldier, who was laying on his back, looking up towards the sky.  

It took the young man only seconds to get to him, and he had knelt in front of him, he looked at the man curiously. 

The soldier was covered in armor, with red being painted on some parts of the metal. He had guessed that the man was on the red side of the war, but he soon realized that the red on the man’s armor was not only paint. But blood. The soldier was currently holding his stomach with one arm, as if he was trying to stop the blood from leaving his body. He felt sympathy for the man in question, and smiled down at him. 

The man’s eyes trailed from the deep blue sky and went straight for his own. Taking in all his features. 

Loki Odinson was gorgeous. Handsome. Stunning. 

The young man had very pale features, very different to most of the people of his realm. The people of Asgard came in all sorts of different colors. From dark skin, light skin, dark hair, light hair, everything that one can imagine. But there was always something that set him apart from everyone else: his paleness. It did not matter what skin tone one could have on Asgard. No matter what, they would always somehow glow even if the lights were off. Loki was not like that. His skin was pale, muted. He had learned to accept it and move on, but he knew that he was different on that end. 

The young man had sharp features, with a pointed nose and sculpted jawline. But, he also had some of the most stunning green eyes known to all the realms. They were similar to that of emerald or jade, with long black eyelashes to match. But what made him even more stunning, was the black hair that was currently slicked back, falling at the back of his neck and stopping at his shoulders. His hair was considered short for Asgardian standards, and he thought about letting it grow. 

But the man beneath him did not know that. He simply looked at Loki and asked: 

“A…” He choked. “Are you an angel?” 

Loki let out a laugh and began to rummage through his bag. “Far from it.” 

Pulling out a vial from his bag, Loki reached for the soldier’s arms. The soldier was hesitant at first, with fear in his eyes. He grasped his wound tighter. 

“It’s okay.” Loki assured. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Thankfully, the soldier seemed to believe him, as he slowly moved his arm away, revealing the wound. Loki tried not to cringe at the giant slash that was on the soldier’s stomach, but he needed the blood. 

Slowly, Loki opened the vial and uncorked it. He gently lowered the small glass against the wound, and the man gasped when the glass hit his skin. Loki wondered why the man was not questioning what he was doing, but he supposed this was the easier way. He did not want to hurt the man before he got the blood. 

But soon, the vial began to fill all the way up to the rim, and he was satisfied. Loki removed the vial away from the wound, and he raised it high to the sky, looking at it against the moonlight. The blood glowed in the sun, and he smiled down to the soldier. 

“W-what’s that for?” The man asked. “Are you some kind of witch?” 

Loki laughed softly. “Something like that.” 

It was obvious that the man was trying to fight off the sleep. “Am… am I…” The man coughed up blood. The droplets hit his armor. “...going to die?” 

The black haired man had sighed. He placed the vial back in his satchel and looked at the man with sorrow. 

“Yes.” 

He had suspected the man to seem afraid. To start yelling and begging Loki that he did not want to die. But none of those things happened. The man simply covered his arm with his wound again and looked back towards the sky, uttering: 

“Oh.” 

Definitely not that Loki was thinking. 

Loki found himself nodding his head. “Do you believe in Valhalla?” He asked the man. 

The soldier closed his eyes. “Yes.” 

Loki smiled. 

Warm, green energy began to emerge from his hands. The energy was soft, and bright. Loki raised his hand up to the man’s forehead, smiling as he touched him. The man’s breath hitched once Loki’s green glowing hand hit his forehead. 

“Then that is where you shall go.” 

Loki sighed, and slid the pouch back in his bag. 

He needed to get back home. 

It should still be night time back on Asgard, but he knew that the sun would be rising soon. And he did not have any plans to meet with his family or anything like that, but he knew that the king of the land would be looking for him if he did not show his face in the morning. His father was strange like that. Some days, he would not even acknowledge Loki’s presence, and others Loki would be his favorite son. Loki did not really know who to feel on either kinds of days, but he knew that his father had always been strange with him. 

And not to mention his mother, who seemed to always know when he left the land. Though, he could have sworn he had been smarter this time, leaving at the dead of night when they all were asleep. Not to mention, he may have added a little something more to the mead at last night’s feast so that his family and guests slept even more soundly last night. 

All right, it was time to head home. 

Loki adjusted his satchel around his body, tightening it, making sure that everything was okay. He was not heading back to this dumpster rock for who knows how long, so he gave the place one more look around before shaking his head. 

“Time to get the hell out of here.” He said to himself. He looked up to the rainy sky. Though he could not see the stars, he knew that there was someone beyond them waiting for his call. “Heim-!” 

Then the door of the large building shot open. 

Loki would never admit it, but the pale skin on the young man’s body jumped at the large wooden door flying open, hitting the cold, hard brick of the wall next to it. It took Loki only seconds to react though, as he was a master at hiding, and hid right behind the carriage of waste hiding himself from view. He immediately pulled his cloak on, hiding himself in the dead of night. 

He peered over the carriage, looking over to see what was happening. 

A man, who did not seem too old, was dressed in a nightgown, stepping out into the light, cold rain. The night gown seemed to have been made out of silk, and he wondered just how a man like that was able to get something so beautiful. Especially in a village like this, where everyone has been wearing rags everywhere he looked. 

Interesting. 

Though the man did not seem that old, he had this annoyed look on his face that seemed to age him ten times over, making him seem like an old man. 

But, what caught Loki’s eyes was the small bundle of red that was in between the man’s arms. 

Was he holding some kind of blanket? Then he suddenly felt like an idiot. Who the Norn’s name holds a blanket like that? No, with the way that he was carrying it, there had to have been something in the blanket. And obviously, it was something that the man did not like, as he was looking down at the red blanket in disgust, with his nose scrunched and his eyes glaring down at the thing. Loki wondered just what it was in between that red sheet that made the man hate it so. 

The man trudged down the steps of the side door, seeming utterly unaware that Loki was on the other side of the carriage. 

“In all my years, I’ve never seen a thing more persistent.” The man shook his head. He looked down in between the blankets with a look of revulsion. “They’ll be heading over to the waters by tomorrow. Hopefully, they’ll find someone to take care of you. Other than that, you’ll be out of my hands.” 

Loki found himself scrunching his eyebrows at that. 

But the man did not say another word, he simply set the blanket down at the back of the carriage, more aggressive than Loki really thought he should have. And the man did not even glance back when he turned and went back up the steps of the building, grabbing the handle of the wooden door and slamming it shut. And the sound of the slamming door echoed through the alley and throughout the village, though he was sure that no one else heard the sound but himself. 

Curious. 

Loki emerged from the other side of the carriage, fully standing. He did not know what the man had left on the other side of the carriage, but he would be an idiot not to see what it was. 

Loki slowly walked from the front of the carriage to the back, with his boots hitting the cold wet stone as he walked. 

The back of the carriage was filled with crates of luggages. Loki did not know what the man was referring to as ‘the waters’ but he guessed it was a far away place from here, considering just how much was put at the back of this carriage. But the black haired man wondered just why the hell did they leave it open like this, considering that someone could just come and steal all of their things, but he supposed that Midgardians were strange like that. If he had a carriage, no one would be stupid enough to steal from him, let alone his family. Maybe the person who owned this thing held that kind of power. 

But the man’s eyes left from the luggages and crates and his green eyes went straight for the red blanket. 

The blanket itself seemed to have been made out of a fine red silk. It honestly reminded him of Asgardian silk, and he wondered just what kind of peasant was able to get this kind of silk. 

Loki bent down even more to get a good look at it, but when the blanket moved, he jumped back. 

Loki stared at the things for a few seconds. 

Okay. He knew that he had not slept since yesterday night, but he was an Asgardian. They did not need to sleep every night. But he has done a lot of traveling over the past 24 hours, and that certainly would tire anyone’s mind, even his. But when he looked down at the blanket, and saw that it moved slightly yet again, he knew that he was not crazy. 

“What the-?” He said to himself. He honestly thought he imagined it for a few seconds. But when the blanket moved again, and bent down. 

With a single finger, he moved a piece of the blanket and he was met with the brightest brown eyes he had ever seen. 

Loki gasped. 

Inside of the small blanket, was a small child. Not just a child, but a babe. 

The baby was small, smaller than what he honestly thought a baby should be. The baby had light skin, with his cheeks being slightly red because of the cold outside. The babe did not have much hair on the top of its head, but the hair that was there was a bright brown, similar to his eyes. And his eyes were something else entirely. They were so big, larger than any eyes that Loki had ever seen before. The baby looked around for a few moments, with it obviously being blinded from the red blanket, and it took in its surroundings. 

It took only a few seconds before the baby’s large brown eyes went for Loki’s green ones. 

The two of them stared at one another for a few seconds, with Loki’s face being as neutral as ever. But even with that, the baby just kept looking at Loki, before it smiled at him, laughing. 

Loki did not understand why the babe was laughing. The kid literally just got thrown away, left to die in this carriage. Sure, the man inside of the building hoped that it would find a life somewhere else, but what kind of person would throw away a child? 

Well, Loki knows that answer. He has been around the realms long enough to know the type of people that lived there, and Midgard was no different. People were cruel. It did not matter what planet they were from. And Loki has seen people do far worse then throw a child out into the rain. 

Hesitantly, Loki grasped at the bottom of the blanket, gently lifting the child up and close. Loki held the babe against his chest, gently rocking it back and forth awkwardly. 

Listen. Loki was a young man. He was not exactly a child, but he would not go and call himself an adult either. He had only held a few babies in his life. They were typically politicians' babies and other princes and princesses from other realms. Sometimes they would get handed to him out of a whim, but his mother would always be right beside him and save him from actually having to deal with that. His mother had always been better with children. He and his brother? Not so much. 

But the baby didn't protest about being picked up, or rocked for that matter. The baby simply cooed, gently resting the side of his head against Loki’s chest. 

“Why, aren’t you a happy one.” Loki commented. “Now, let’s see what I shall refer to you as…” 

Loki gently moved the blanket away, to reveal the baby’s privates, and he soon got his answer. 

“A boy, I see.” The black haired young man observed. The baby boy simply looked up at him with wide eyes, but he did have a small smile on his face. “Do you happen to have a name…?” 

The baby didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at Loki with those wide eyes. 

“Okay, didn’t think so…” 

But Loki then noticed some stitching on the back of the blanket. 

The green eyed young man scrunched his eyebrows.

The stitching itself was black, and he was only able to see a certain part of it. With the way that the blanket was wrapped around the boy, he was not able to see it. So, Loki shifted the baby so that it was resting on one arm. And with his other hand, he flipped the piece of the blanket over, looking at the stitching. 

And what read was this: 

Peter. 

“Peter…” The black haired man looked down at the boy. “Is that your name?” 

“Ah!” Is all the boy said, flailing his arms around in happiness. 

“I don’t know if I should take that as a yes.” Loki laughed. “But I guess I will for now. Do you have a home, little one?” 

“Ah!” The boy said again. 

Well, he obviously was not going to give an actual answer. For one, he was a literal baby, so he could not answer. And the second was that he literally just got kicked out of this place, so he guessed he did not have any home anymore. 

But he doubted that the man who had just thrown him in this carriage was the baby boy’s father. The two looked nothing like one another to begin with. Yes, he knew that he really did not look like any of his family members, but he was always the odd one out when it came to something like that. But with the way that the man had looked at the boy, with disgust and remorse, there was no way that the two of them were related. Well, there were a lot of fathers who hated their kids, but there was something in Loki’s gut telling him that they were not related. He had to trust that. 

But who would throw away a babe as perfect as this? These were some of the largest brown eyes that Loki had ever seen. Not to mention that the babe seemed to be a happy one, which was rare in his eyes. Babies were always… gross to him. But the babe in his arms right now was kind, sweet. Of course, maybe he caught Peter on a good day, where he was not crying and shitting all over the place, but he was pleasant for right now. 

“My prince.” 

Loki’s eyes jetted to the skies. The cold rain hit his cheeks as he stared into the black clouds. 

Shit. He needed to get home. 

Loki looked down to the baby in his arms. 

Shit. What the hell was he going to do with this thing? A baby as small as this should not be out in the cold, in some carriage being taken to who knows where. He should be inside, doing baby stuff. Whatever that stuff may be. Loki does not know how far ‘the waters’ are, but babies need to be kept for. If the people riding this carriage did not know that a babe was riding with them, Peter would surely die without eating anything. Not to mention he would be crushed to death with all the luggages and crates that were back here. 

But… What was he going to do with this one? 

Loki knows he should just set the kid back down and move on with his life. The kid was going to die in about fifty years anyways, mortals' life spans are like a blink to his eye. In a thousand years Loki was going to forget this entire interaction even happened.

That’s what he disliked most about Midardians. Their lives were small, unimportant. And this babe looked like it was going to die out here anyways, so he should probably just leave it here to die like the rest of this village. The battle that Loki had been in was just a day away by horse, so there was no doubt that this village would be burnt to ashes by daybreak. 

And if Loki does leave the kid in the carriage, then he maybe would be able to find a new life somewhere. And live those fifty years in peace… 

Yeah. That’s what Loki was going to do. Just leave him there and be on his way. 

And just when Loki was going to do just that, Peter grabbed his cloak. 

Loki’s eyes widened, looking down at the boy. 

Peter had an amused look on his face as he grabbed the cloak, pulling some of the fabric towards him. Loki was not that affected, as it was just a tiny piece, but he still looked at the boy in awe. 

“Hey!” Loki complained. “That’s Asgardian wool, you know!” 

But Peter did not care. He simply kept laughing in between his arms, and kept pulling at the fabric. The baby then sat himself up in his arms, pushing himself up so that his head was now resting against Loki’s chest, with his arms spread out wide. The baby then closed his eyes, yawning. Loki tried his best not to fumble the boy, but when he got used to their new position, he gave the boy a look. 

“Comfortable, huh?” He observed. The babe didn’t say anything, he simply yawned once more and licked his lips. “I’m glad.” He said sarcastically. 

Loki simply just held Peter against his chest for a few moments. 

This is absolutely mad. 

If Loki did what he thought he was going to do, this would turn the entire kingdom upside down. If Loki was caught on Asgard with a babe, that would surely cause trouble. It would make his father even more disappointed in him, but Loki did not think he could go even further than that. 

But he was Loki Odinson. The God of Mischief. 

He didn’t have an answer, but he would find one soon of what to do with Peter. 

Loki held the boy tight, making sure he wouldn't come out of his arms. 

“Hold tight, little one.” 

Loki looked up towards the sky and yelled out the name: 

“Heimdall!”