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Part 1: A Prince of Mischief and Babes, Chapter 2: 

Not seconds later, Loki found himself emerging from the Bifrost, right into the Bifrost Chamber. 

To make a long story short, the Bifrost was basically a kind of magic that made it possible for its user to travel all through the nine realms. It had a rainbow like effect, with light being swallowed by the traveler until they arrived at their destination. It was one of the greatest things the universe had ever given Asgard. And their enemies would kill to have it. And it was easier for him to just use it when he was on his ‘missions.’ There were plenty of other ways to travel the realms, but the Bifrost made it ten times easier. 

But only a select few were able to use it at will. Well, technically only one person is able to use it, and that was his father. But since he was one of the princes of the land, the title came with some perks. 

The Bifrost Chamber was in the outskirts of Asgard, being connected by a large crystal bridge that went straight into the city. Loki loathed that he had to walk that long, rainbow bridge all the way down to the palace, but he knew he had to do it before the sun rose. 

The chamber itself was large. Like most things in Asgard, it was made out of a rare metal, similar to that of gold. The room was spherical, with it having even more circles decorated above the ceiling, similar to that of stars. The floor seems to be made of some kind of dark stone, with cracks of gold here and there. 

The black haired man took a deep breath and looked down to the baby resting against his chest. 

‘Peter’ did not seem to even be aware that they had traveled across dimensions, which was honestly quite a surprise to the god. When most people travel through the Bifrost, some of them come out dizzy or disoriented. Once, he even saw a delegate from another planet vomit right here on the platform in front of him. He actually laughed right in the man’s face when it happened, and his father made sure to yell at him in his rooms for an hour to make sure he knew that he was wrong. 

But not Peter. The baby boy simply nuzzled deeper into his chest, yawning once more. 

“You’re a strong one, aren’t you?” Loki smiled down at him. 

“My prince.” 

Loki sighed. He knew that voice. 

The black haired young man looked up and saw the keeper of the Bifrost, standing at the platform in the center of the chamber. 

The man stood tall in his golden armor, which shined brighter than any of the other old in the chamber. He was wearing that pointed helmet of his, along with holding that sword right at the handle. The man stood straight as he looked down to the prince with his haunting golden eyes, and peered at the child in his hands curiously. 

One thing that he did not like about Heimdall was how he always had this look in his eyes. The look that he already knew what one was going to say before they even said it. Maybe it was because he did see everything that was going on in the nine realms. But either way, it still pissed him off how he was looking at Peter with this look that he could not read. 

“My prince.” Is all Heimdall says. It feels like he’s said those two words for the millionth time now. “I hope your travels fared well.” 

“They were…” Loki started. “Uneventful.” 

“Forgive me, but…” The man pointed with his chin at the babe that was cradled against his chest. “I beg to differ.” 

“You saw how he was left to die, yes? How he was out in the cold? Alone to die in the dead of night inside of a carriage?” Loki pointed out. Heimdall did not respond. “I know you did. You see everything.” 

“I did.” The man nodded his head. “But most people would have probably just minded their business and kept going home.” 

See. This is what he did not like about the man. The side comments. 

“Well, good thing I am not like most people then.” He elucidated. 

“And what will you do with him now?” Heimdall asked. The man began to step down from the platform in the center of the room, stepping closer towards the young man. “You can’t exactly take him to one of the orphanages here. They would know what he is the moment they hold him. He is a Midgardian.” 

“I know that!” Loki snapped. Peter then began to rustle in his arms, and he looked down in alarm. He let out a sigh and looked back at the man. “I just need to figure out what I am going to do with him first.” 

Heimdall just hummed. 

“And I’d appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut about…” Loki gestured to the baby with his chin. “This.” 

“I cannot lie to the King, my prince.” The man warned. “I am his eyes.” 

Loki sighed and stepped away from the man. He walked around the circular platform and to the chamber doors, with his feet just right before the crystal bridge. 

He felt the wind hit his face as he looked at Asgard, his home, far out in the distance. Beyond the horizon, the stars were beginning to disappear, with the sun of the realm beginning to peek through the horizon, signaling that it was morning. There was a time difference from Midgard to here, but he does not know just how long that time difference is. Either way, with the sun beginning to rise, he knew that he had to get home and make some calls before he was able to see his family again. 

It was quite a long walk on the rainbow bridge, but he would be able to get there before the sun fully rose. He just needed to make things clear with Heimdall before he left. 

“Then do not lie.” Is all Loki said, looking back towards the man. Heimdall raised a single eyebrow at that. “Do what you do when I travel: not say anything at all.” 

Heimdall tapped his fingers at the ball of the handle of his sword. The man walked around the platform and stood a few feet away from the prince, tilting his head. 

“The only reason I keep my words muted is because your father has not asked me as of yet. Though, I'm very certain he is suspicious of your nightly travels. And the only reason you are still permitted to use the Bifrost is because your father has not forbidden it as of yet.” 

“Then we are settled.” Loki finally. “He will not ask you about the babe because I will keep it from his sight.” 

“My prince.” Heimdall started. “A babe is hard to keep out of sight. He is not a thing you can just leave in your room and come back later. He is not a dog.” 

“I am aware of that. I plan on keeping him safe for the time being. And soon, I will figure out what to do with him.” Before Loki turned, he said, “Not a word, Heimdall.” 

“One more thing, my prince.” Heimdall took a stepforward, and Loki gave the man an impatient look. “Are you prepared for what a child brings?” 

Here Heimdal goes again with these cryptic questions. Loki knew what it was like to be mysterious, but he did not like it when people were mysterious with him. Maybe that was why he and Heimdall never really got along. Well, they got along to the point that the man did not snitch on him to his father whenever he left the realm, but Heimdall was not a snitch unless his father asked him something directly. 

But what the hell did the man mean by that? What the hell did a child bring? 

The black haired young man shook his head and turned, facing towards Asgard. 

“I do not know what you are referring to. But for now,” Loki looked down at the babe sleeping in his arms. “Peter will be safe with me.” 

He began to walk down the crystal road, feeling his footsteps rumble with energy as he walked. And when he reached his destination, all the way at the end of the road, he still felt Heimdall’s eyes on him. 

-000- 

Loki jetted through the golden arches of the palace. 

Okay, a prince does not ‘jet’ but he hurriedly made his way back to his rooms, avoiding everything that stood in his way. It was not easy to just hide a baby. He had the urge to hide Peter in his pocket dimension, but he was still learning how that entire thing worked. His mother was always good at keeping things in her own pocket dimension, but he was still a young mage. He hated to admit it, but he still had a lot to learn. But he did not want to put Peter in there. He doesn’t even know what was inside there. Besides his stuff. 

The palace of the royal family was the biggest place in Asgard. There was simply so much here, so much to look at. The palace was so large, that there were some other families that lived here as well, with servants and the like. Of course, there were some higher families as well, like some of Thor’s friends, and some of his own friends. 

Being that he was the royal prince, he and his family, of course, lived in the highest point of the palace, looking down at all of Asgard. It was one of the beautiful places in the realm, and he would fight tooth and nail if someone took it away from them. 

The palace was made out of the same bronzy metal that the Bifrost chamber was made out of. Of course, the floors were made out of a white marble, reflecting across the gold metal, making everything look brighter. Loki has traveled all the lands, and there was no other place as bright as Asgard. He also passed some of the gardens, in which the trees never whither, even in the dead of winter. The gardens were typically tended by his mother and her court. 

And if there was one thing about his mother, she would die for her gardens. 

Loki reached their part of the palace, avoiding every single servant known to man. He even took some of the back routes that no one knew about just in case. For a prince, he always thought he needed some kind of secret passageway straight to his room, like the ones he had read in some of his novels.  But for something like that, he would need some of the Great Architects who built the palace. But they would need to keep their mouths shut from telling anyone, especially his father. 

He really needs to look into that.

Loki managed to make it to his rooms unnoticed. 

Loki approached the two grand doors to his room, stopping right in front of them. The doors were about two stories high, and they were a mix of a gold and green metal. Loki had chosen the doors when he was young, and his mother happily obliged to give it to him. 

In the middle of the door, was a symbol of two snakes, one gold and one silver both biting the other’s tails. Loki always had a thing for snakes, he just loved them as a child, and even now. Most people in the realm hated the creatures, as most of the snakes on Asgard were indeed poisonous, but snake venom made good for potions. 

Loki slowly removed one hand from the sleeping boy, and gently raised it high in the sky, with it glowing with green magic. The two snakes then began to glow in comparison, with them coming to life and rotating. The two snakes moved in a circle, reversing their positions, so now the gold and silver snakes were on opposites of where they had been, mirroring their former position. 

But because of this magic, this unlocked the mechanisms of the door. Loki stood there for a few seconds, as he heard the gears inside of the two doors come to life, finally unlocking the doors to his rooms. The two doors slightly hummed as they slowly opened, and Loki did not need to be told twice to step inside. 

Once the two grand doors shut behind him with a small thud, he let out a sigh. 

He made it. 

Loki looked down to the baby that was sleeping on his chest. 

Peter still had his eyes shut closed, with his mouth slightly opened. His arms were still spread out on his chest, gripping at the fabric of his cloak. 

“Glad to see someone’s still getting some rest.” Loki noticed. He sighed. “All right, I… Let’s just get you to my bed and we’ll take it from there.” 

Peter did not respond. 

Loki ventured the two of them through his rooms, which were all grand in their own way. They were all styled the same, with it being a mixture of golds and greens and nothing in between. Loki accepted a long time ago that green was his color, and he would be dumb not to take it for his own. Especially when he was practicing magic, and the color would always be green. It was something he had picked up when he was training with his mother when he first started with magic. 

The layout of his rooms were pretty simple. All of his rooms had a center space to them, in which there were couches and tables and such. The center room was grand, with high ceilings and such, and windows all large enough to be able to see all of Asgard. Being this high up allowed for a beautiful view, and Loki would not take it for granted. Especially when he saw how all those people in Midgard live. It made him appreciate all that he had. 

Only slightly. 

Loki had many rooms, and it would be too many to count if he was being honest. From tea rooms, guest rooms, his personal library. He had his own little world up here. And only a very select few have ever been able to walk in between those two snakes. Alive anyway… 

Loki stepped into the two grand doors of his bedroom, and he looked around. 

His bedroom was that of a prince. It was the size of even some of the homes here in Asgard, and it was easily one of the grandest places he had ever been in. Even though he had his own study right through the two doors on the other side of the room, there was still a desk on the far corner. Not to mention the amount of books that were all over the sitting area, along with his bed and outside patio. And they were books of all kinds. Romance. Science. Everything that he could get his hands on. 

He really had a problem when it came to reading. But he was not ready to admit that as of yet. 

Loki’s bed was grand, with a gold frame and green sheets, and he wasted no time setting Peter down on the bed. The young babe did not seem to complain all that much, he just simply yawned and spread his arms and legs out wide like an eagle. 

Loki sighed and began to undress himself, taking off his cloak and hanging it on the side of his bed. The black haired young man tossed his satchel on the couch on the farside of the room, with the bag hitting the cushion on the far right. Loki did not need to worry if anything would break inside of the bag, like the glass vial of blood. The bag was enchanted, so he really had nothing to worry about. 

He turned back to look at Peter. And he simply stared at the boy. 

He looked comfortable, but… 

“I don’t want you rolling off the bed and breaking your neck.” Loki said to the boy. “What did the chambermaids do again? They took some of the pillows and…” 

The black haired man then reached for some of the green silk pillows. He took a mix of the small and large ones, setting them inside a circle, as if he was making a very tiny pillow fort. He and Thor, when they were younger, would make forts out of the pillows and blankets of their beds. Their father would pretend to be a great Frost Giant and try to take Asgard for his own. Thor and he would always defeat the man. But this fort was very different from those times. This fort was made to actually protect the young one inside, not just a facade. 

Once all of the pillows were in place, Loki smiled at his work. The pillows, and even some blankets for sport, were all fit together in a small circle, with a hole in the middle of it. 

Good. That should protect Peter. 

Loki looked at the sleeping babe. Peter’s eyes were still covered shut, with the boy making small, incoherent noises. The mage simply let out a ‘huh.’ Before he gently lifted the boy with two hands, setting him down on the small pillowfort. Peter let out another yawn, before he melted into the pillows, looking even more comfortable than he did before. 

“Ha!” Loki put both hands on his hips, looking down at the boy, smiling. “Not too shabby, eh?” 

Peter didn’t argue with him. 

But soon, Loki’s content turned into anguish. 

Things were all fine now, but… what was going to happen once Peter woke up? 

Sure, he knows what was going to happen, at least an idea of it. He was going to keep the babe here in his rooms until he fully figured out what he was going to do with him. He already got that part down. But what about all of the small things? Like what was going to happen when Peter got hungry? Yes, he knew babies needed to drink milk, but milk from a woman, not a cow or goat or something similar. Sure, Loki could shapeshift into a woman, but he was still training, and he had never lactated before and he didn’t think he could no matter how big he made his breasts. 

But he did know that babies always ate soft foods. But he was unsure when it was the right time to start feeding babies. He really did not know just how old Peter was. He did not think the babe was a newborn, maybe a couple of months old, but he really did not know! Oh, it was moments like this when he just wished the brown haired babe could talk, then he would know just what he wanted. 

And… And… By the Norns… what was going to happen once Peter needed to expel said foods?

Loki had never changed a clout in his life. It would be obscene for a prince to do so. That was typically a job for chambermaid's or nannies and such. Definitely not a job for someone as high in caliber as Prince Loki, the God of Mischief. 

But no one could know about Peter. He was the only one who really knew about the boy, except for Heimdall, but that was a whole thing in itself. 

He needed help. 

But who was he to trust? Loki had a few friends here and there, but he would not go and say he was a popular fellow. The ‘God of Mischief’ was a serious title, and it did not come without consequences. One of those consequences were people hating him for being who he was. And on top of that, some people really could not take a joke for the life of them. Especially in the palace, with all these politicians and such trying their best to climb the ladder. 

He couldn’t tell his family. His father would definitely make him walk right back down to the Bifrost, walk the rainbow bridge and into the chamber and make him put Peter right back where he found him. And Loki could not have that. Peter was left to die, and if he was going to send him back to Midgard, it would be for something better. 

His mother would be more considerate, as it was a child after all, but she would share the same sentiment. Asgard was no place for a mortal, especially a babe. She would send him off with a full stomach and the most comfortable of sheets, wrapped around his little body. Loki could already see the remorse on her face as she sent him through the Bifrost. 

Thor? He really did not know what Thor would do. He would either freak out and be like his father, or freak out and be like his mother. Loki was not going to chance it with him either. 

So who did that leave him with? 

… There was one person. 

Loki found himself smiling. 

The black haired young man found him heading towards the couches of his room, the same spot where he threw his bag. 

Loki sat right on the couch, looking down towards the table where his knees were. Spread about were even more books, but more importantly there lay a silver quill, along with some ink and some parchment. 

Loki reached for the quill and dipped it into the ink. It took Loki only a few seconds to write when he needed to, before he sat out of his seat and made his way to the patio. 

It was the dead of night in all of Asgard, but the city below him was still bright as ever and full of life. The stars of the universe radiated through the night, seeming as though they were shining just for him. Loki tried his best to ignore the Bifrost chamber that was to his left, as he still felt Heimdall’s eyes on him. 

Below him, was the rest of the palace, and Loki took note of the people that were walking through it. Most of them were servants, walking through the gardens and Main Center, seeming to be getting ready for the day to come. The black haired young man knew that the morning was just a few hours away, which was the main reason he wanted to get home early from his ‘mission’ as he did have a few errands to run in the morning. 

Loki let out a loud whistle, and he waited. 

Not a few moments later, a messenger bird, caming flying from the direction of the main center, flying right at the stone fence of the patio. 

The bird itself was not all too big. It was slender than most, with it being a stark white, with a brown beak. The bird was wearing light armor with it wearing a helmet, along with Odin’s symbol on its chest. But right underneath its chest, was a cylinder container, in which Loki opened from the side. He rolled up the small letter in his hands and slid the message inside, closing it. 

The bird simply stared at him. 

With his finger, Loki rubbed the top of the bird’s head. 

“Take this to the Lady Freya. It is urgent.” 

Loki did not know if the bird understood the ‘urgent’ part, but he knew it recognized names. The white bird simply chirped and turned, flying off the patio and off into a certain part of the palace. 

Loki let out a breath. 

“Hopefully she actually wakes up to the bird knocking on her door.” He said to himself. “She tends to wander with mother and her entourage early in the morning. Maybe she’s already up.” 

But that was just hopeful thinking.  

Then he heard crying from the inside of his room. 

The green eyed prince zoomed back into his room, immediately knowing just where the crying was coming from. 

“Peter?” 

Loki jogged towards his bed, looking over to the young mortal that had just been sleeping cozily inside of his pillow fort. 

The young lad’s face was now scrunched up, with his face now completely red, throwing his arms all over the place. Loki felt pride that no matter how hard the babe tried to move, the small pillow fort he made did not break. Which meant he did a good job protecting the young lad from falling off the bed. 

But this was not one of those moments where he could bathe in self glory. There would be other times for that. He needed to figure out what was going on with the babe, and he needed to know now. 

Loki took note of how there were no tears coming out of his eyes. Just that he looked upset. Okay. He could work with that. 

“H-hey, little one.” Loki leaned down, trying to get the babe to make eye contact. He tried his best to smile, but to no avail. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry?” 

“Waaah!” Peter’s wails echoed through the chambers. It was moments like this where he was glad he was a prince and he lived high above all. Or else the entire kingdom would have been able to hear these wails. 

Peter simply threw his arms around even more. 

Loki grew irritated. “What is it? Do you… ugh!” Loki shivered at what he was about to say. “Are your bottom cloths… soiled?” 

“Waaah!” Is all Peter responded with. 

With all his courage, Loki leaned down, and smelt the babe’s crotch area. When he did not smell anything atrocious, just the smell of wet rain and the outdoors, the young man shook his head. 

“What?!” Loki leaned back and rubbed his forehead. “What then, I ask?” 

The black haired man then looked around, trying to find something, anything, that the boy could play with. Just for a distraction. But his room was filled with so many things that were not interesting for a child. There were just books and books on end. And maybe even some artifacts. 

Loki’s eyes spotted his satchel that he had thrown on the couch. Maybe something inside there could entertain the young boy. 

In a split second, the prince made his way over to the couch and snatched his bag up, running back towards the young lad. Loki sat on the bed, with the wailing baby next to him, fumbling through his bag, trying to find something to entertain the boy with. 

“H-hey, Peter, look at this!” 

Loki took out a golden compass from his bag. The compass was one of the most beautifulest things he had ever seen. He had stolen it when he and his family were on Alfeim visiting some of the light elves. He had taken it when he had seduced a politician’s son, taking it right from his collection. 

The man waved the compass in the boy’s face. 

“Ooh, look at how shiny it is!” Loki tried to convince the boy. But hey, it really was shiny. The thing was literal magic. “Look at how the arrows move in the same direction, no matter how much I spin it! Like magic!” 

Well, technically it was not magic, compasses worked due to magnetic fields and all that, but Peter did not need to know that. 

Peter’s eyes slightly opened for the whole time during this little ‘episode’ and gazed at the compass. The boy did not even give the damn thing a chance before he closed his eyes and started wailing again. 

“Damnit!” Loki cursed, throwing the compass in some random direction, hitting the floor of his chambers. It was made out of magic, the thing would be fine. He rummaged some more. 

“Peter, look, look, look!” Suddenly, there was now a rounded dragon tooth in front of the babe’s face, being as white snow. “Look! A dragon tooth! Straight from a dragon on  Muspelheim! It took me days to get it. Had to snatch it while the damn thing was sharpening its teeth on a rock.” Loki giggled at the memory. 

But Peter did not find it as funny. 

Loki groaned as the thing kept wailing. 

“There has to be something in here that you like!” 

Loki put both knees on his bed, and he began to dump out almost all of the contents of the satchel on his green sheets. 

Like he had stated earlier, the satchel was enchanted. It was basically his alternative to his pocket dimension, but he still has not mastered just how that thing worked anyway. So, he had to buy this enchanted satchel from a witch on a different planet, in exchange for the thing he loved most. Loki obviously did not do that, and just basically pretended that his random woman was his true love, and traded her to the witch. Now, Loki was not heartless. He burned the witch’s house down the moment he got the satchel and set the woman free. 

Though, the woman did get set into an asylum after claiming magic was real. So there was that. 

But once half of the satchel was on his bed, looked at the belongings as Peter kept wailing. 

And there had been so much crap in there. The main thing that Loki noticed was just how many books he had kept in there. He had, of course, read all of them, but he had never gotten back to put them in his personal library. He had been meaning too, but he had just forgotten to put them there, with him being a prince and all. 

And there were other nicknacks too. Like some potions he had brood, some in which may, or may not be poisonous. Some maps, some daggers, plants, more daggers, powders, even more daggers. Okay, Loki knew he had a thing for knives, but this was just getting a little excessive. 

But then, he noticed that everything was silent. 

Peter had stopped wailing. 

Loki’s green eyes jetted towards the boy. 

Peter had stopped wailing, but in turn, was now giggling. His face and beautiful brown eyes were still red from all that crying, and it was now replaced with the same happy face Loki had seen earlier that night. 

But in Peter’s hands now, was the red vial of soldier’s blood. 

The small vial looked big in the boy’s babyish hands. The boy simply kept shaking the vial as if it was a rattle, watching the vibrant red blood bounce up and down from both ends, giggling when it bubbled at the top. And the blood was beautiful. There was really not much red in his room, as that color was basically saved for Thor, but the blood was so red tonight. And he had not even enchanted the thing as of yet. 

But all Loki could do was laugh. 

“You like that, huh?” 

Peter giggled in response. 

Loki let out a sigh, as he pushed all that had been in his satchel on the side of his bed, giving some room so that he could lay down. It really did make him feel like a hoarder, but he had to do it. He was too lazy to put everything back into his bag. 

The black haired young man laid right down next to Peter, with the pillow fort being pressed right against his chest. He propped up his head with his elbow, being right next to the babe. 

He kept watching Peter play with the vial of blood, shaking it up and down. 

“You really find this interesting?” He asked, perplexed. The babe did not answer, just kept shaking it, giggling. 

Loki wanted to test something. 

He gently grasped at the bottle, taking it out of the boy’s hands. The babe did not seem to argue, and Loki made sure that it did not get out of Peter’s sight, just in case he thought it was gone. And Peter just kept staring at the damned thing. 

But the young man simply just shook the bottle in the babe’s face. And Peter giggled. Loki paused for a few seconds, not shaking it, and Peter’s face simply kept smiling at the thing. Then he shook the thing again, and Peter laughed even more. 

“Huh…” 

Babies were so interesting. 

So Loki did that for a while, shaking the bottle and making the baby laugh. And he had come to realize that he liked the way that the baby laughed. It was way better than having him cry and wail. Way better than that. 

He would just have to keep shaking this bottle until his savior would come. And all would be right. 

For a little while, at least.