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Part 1: A Prince of Mischief and Babes, Chapter 4:

The only reason Loki was able to use telepathy with Freya was because she was close to him. 

Now, he would never actually admit it, but if he was a more powerful mage, he would be able to communicate farther. His mother is a prime example of that. Frigga was one of the most powerful sorceresses in the entire realm, and some say she can communicate all through the kingdom with just her mind. Of course, Loki has never been able to actually see it, but he has asked her every now and then. She would simply laugh and move on with the conversation. 

But Loki was getting better at it. How it worked was that as long as someone could make the tether, then there would be a way to communicate. He had just learned to make the tether about a decade or so ago, and his mother had been so proud. He was sure that Freya knew how to make a tether as well, but he was unsure just how powerful the woman was, considering that he had never seen her in battle. 

His mother’s chambermaid was currently guiding him through the castle, taking the young man to one of the garden’s dining rooms. 

Loki already knew just what room they were going to be dining in, but he just wanted the chambermaid to be as far as possible from his room. Since not only Peter, but Freya was in there as well. 

But what the hell did Freya need a whole room for? Didn’t all babies need a crib and some baby food or something like that? 

He just hoped that his guest room was not a mess by the time he got back from whatever this breakfast was going to be. Not that anyone really ever stayed in there. He just had it just in case some of his friends wanted to stay over. And those came few and far between. So she could do whatever she wanted. And he had faith in her. And really, just how much damage could a single woman do in a day? 

The chambermaid stopped in front of two grand doors, which were a mix of gold and white. The doors were slightly opened. The woman made a move to open the doors, but he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him. 

“Brother!” 

Two large arms wrapped around him, and he felt himself being lifted off the ground. His breath was immediately caught, out of the fact that his brother was squeezing the literal life out of him, and just the surprise of it all. His chin hit a shoulder, and he was blinded by a sea of blonde hair. 

Loki found himself rolling his eyes. 

“Put me down, you oaf!” He commanded 

Thor simply laughed, and obliged. 

When his feet hit the ground, Loki took in his brother. 

Thor was… Thor. 

The two of them had always been opposites of one another, and today was no different. Thor had always been this: tall, blonde, and bright. And when he meant ‘bright’ he sure as Hel did not mean when it came to the man’s smarts. Thor was always a face value kind of guy, he never really thought skin deep. What one saw is what one got whenever they were dealing with the God of Thunder. 

Thor had short blonde hair that stopped right at his shoulders, with a golden beard to match all of that hair. The man had some of the bluest eyes known all to Asgard, and it matched that he was the God of Thunder to go with it. Thor was tall, taller than most, though he and Loki were both the same height. The big difference was the fact that Thor had some of the biggest muscles known to all, since all he did was fight in wars and workout as much as he could. Different from Loki who fought, yes, in wars and all that, but he also liked to do other things. 

Thor was not wearing much different than what he usually wore, which was just a red dress shirt along with brown pants. The man would typically roam the palace shirtless at times, but at least he decided to wear some clothes for breakfast. And showered, since Loki could smell a breeze of fresh air coming from the blonde man. 

Thor smiled at him, and put two hands on the black haired young man’s shoulders. 

“Brother!” Thor smiled at him. “It has been an eternity. How are you?” 

“It has not even been but a fortnight.” Loki commented, rolling his eyes. “I did not know days as short as that turned into forever.” 

“It does not matter if it is a fortnight, a week, or even a day. Any time away from my darling brother is an eternity of agony.” Thor laughed. Loki crossed his arms, shaking his head. 

“You are a fool.” 

“A fool you adore.” 

Thor lowered his chin at the young man, giving him a knowing smile. Loki did not say anything, as he did not know how to argue with that, but he hoped the look he was giving the blonde showed him he was not to mess with. But Thor did not seem all that affected, as he simply peered inside, suddenly looking worried. 

“What do you think they want?” Thor asked. 

Loki let out a laugh. “What? Perhaps they just wanted a breakfast with their darling boys.” 

“The last time we all ate a meal with one another, you threw a roast in my face and got the grease on mother’s dress.” The blonde gave him a deadpan look. 

The green eyed prince laughed even more. “And you most definitely deserved it.” 

Loki turned from the blonde, looking towards the chambermaid. The woman had stationed herself next to the grand doors, with her head still cast to the floor. She did not even need to look up to know that Loki wanted her to open the door, and she grasped at the handle, pulling it forward. 

Thor stood next to him. He could feel the blonde’s pout from next to him. “I wasn’t even doing anything! I was just sitting there.” 

“Exactly.” 

Loki stepped past her and into the room. With Thor trailing behind. They headed towards the table with all of the food on it. 

This was one of his mother’s favorite gardens. The room technically was not in the garden itself, just a floor above it, but it still had all the charms of the gardens themselves. Like most rooms inside of the palace, the room was huge, with it having giant golden poles coming straight out of the floors and right into the white ceilings. The poles had vines wrapped around them, displaying all kinds of different flowers, not only from the realm of Asgard, but from that of other worlds. 

Loki has come through the gardens from time to time, getting a flower that he needed for a specific kind of spell. It was the main reason as to why his mother kept such a variety of flowers. Flowers made good for spells, even the basics of mages knew that. But most people just thought she kept a large garden because it looked nice. Think of it like killing two birds with one stone. A garden was beautiful, and it was good for spells. 

Near the back of the room, lay a table. It was made out of gold and glass and held some of the most beautifulest foods known to all kinds. Loki’s mouth watered when he took note of that fried mutton that was sitting near the center of the table. 

He wondered if Freya had found out just what to feed Peter. It was probably some kind of breast milk. But he hoped the woman was not doing it herself. The thought of that made Loki’s appetite cease. 

The best thing about this room though, was the fact that there was a balcony at the far right, looking down towards the gardens below. 

That’s where his parents stood. 

Frigga stood to the right of her husband, looking down towards the balcony. 

Frigga was easily one of the most gorgeous women in the realm, and it was obvious just who Thor took his looks after. She had beautiful blonde hair that was fluffed and pulled up, with eyes that matched the sky above. The woman wore a blue dress, similar to the dresses that she always wore, along with jewels and such. 

Though the woman looked frail, she was one of the most powerfulest people in the realm. She did not need to be a powerful sorceress to take one down. It was how his father fell in love with her. Not a lot of people remember, considering that the two of them had gotten married eons ago, but Frigga used to be a fighter. Though a sword was not a woman’s weapon, none would give her one, as she would slay who came before her. 

And the one who stood next to her was none other than his father. 

Odin was… old. Loki wanted to laugh at the thought. 

Okay, he didn’t look old pers ay, but over the centuries, all of that dark hair had turned to white. He remembers when he was young, his father would be sporting that black and white hair kind of look, but now? All of that long hair had turned to white, showing the man’s true age. But he guessed that was just what came with wars, and battles and all that such. It started to age a person. Those scars on his face, along with that golden eyepatch, really showed a lot. 

But Odin was not one to be messed with. Though he was old, he still had arms as large as some people, sporting muscles that surely did not belong to a man that age. He donned a red outfit, similar to Thor’s, as red was a color his father seemed to like a lot. And of course, like most people and things in Asgard, with gold accents as well. 

“Mother, Father!” Thor’s voice boomed through the room, as the blonde raced over to his parents. Loki did not run, he simply kept walking his pace to his parents. 

Frigga simply smiled as Thor approached the two of them. The blonde oaf wrapped his arms around his mother, the gentlest that Loki had ever seen. Thor had always been soft when it came to Frigga, and today was no different. 

“Thor.” Frigga wrapped his arms around Thor, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Hello, my son.” 

“It has been an eternity.” Thor released his mother and moved to their father. Thor was more rough with Odin, and the man did not seem to be bothered all that much. The corner of Odin’s lips raised ever so slightly. 

“Mother.” Loki said as he approached the woman. 

“Loki.” Frigga smiled at her second son. 

The woman wrapped two arms around her son, putting her head against his chest. Loki did not like it when people touched him, but his mother was not ‘people.’ She was his mother, his teacher, and so much more. So when she wrapped his arms around him, he did not hesitate to reciprocate the action. He took note of how fresh her blonde hair smelled, with the scent reminding him of childhood. 

She smiled up to him as they parted. 

“It feels like I have not seen you, as of late.” She then turned to Thor, who had just parted from their father. “That goes for the both of you.” 

“I have been kept with my studies.” Loki answered, turning to Odin. 

Odin smiled at Loki, not hesitating to bring the black haired young man into a hug. 

Loki was slightly taller than Odin, but not by a lot. He was now blinded by a sea of white hair, and he took note of the smell. The man smelled very different from his mother. And he could not pinpoint just what it was. He smelled more like wood, or leaves, or the outdoors in general. Must have been all those years on the battlefield. The smell must have fully combined with the man. Different, but nice. 

When the two of them pulled apart, Odin looked fondly at the black haired boy. 

“Always with the books with you.” The blue eyed man ruffled his black hair, and Loki let out a whine. “We need to get you on a hunt! Speaking of which, Thor, how was yours?” 

“It had been fantastic, Father!” The man said enthusiastically. 

The four of them had moved to the table, with Thor being the first to sit down and began filling his plate. Loki took his seat, and he watched as his father pulled out his mother’s chair. His mother sat just as a queen should: elegant and graceful, but Loki did not care if she did or not. She would be perfect either way. Odin then sat down, and he started filling his plate as well. 

Loki looked at all of the options laid out before him. Meat was one of the prime examples of Asgardian cuisines, and this breakfast was no different. Aside from the vegetables and fruits that Thor was ignoring, the table was filled with meats of all kinds, such as deer, goat, beef, boar, and mutton. It was certainly more food than they were going to actually eat. But with the way that Thor kept filling his plate and stuffing veal into his mouth, he thought that was up for debate. 

But Loki was no saint. He began filling his plate with chicken legs and lamb, biting into the legs as if they would find their bodies and run away. 

“It was a hunt all shall remember and adore.” Thor said between bites. The man held a leg in his hand, pointing it at his father. “It took us days to hunt that griffin. But once we cornered it, I had Fandral use his arrow to clip his wings. Then, I was able to go for its heart!” 

“Fantastic, my boy!” Odin raised what seemed to be a glass of mead in his brother’s honor. “And what did you do with the heart?” 

“We had a roast, in which I dedicated it to my dear brother.” Thor nodded his chin at Loki, in which the black haired young man gave the blonde a skeptical look. “Who has the heart of all the maidens in the kingdom.” 

Loki simply hummed and waved the blonde oaf off. 

“The only hearts I own are in my study.” The black haired man commented. “And I don’t need a griffin’s heart to know that I am dashing.” 

“The most dashing of them all.” Frigga commented into her mead. Thor looked turned at the woman. He had his jaw dropped with food in his mouth. He looked utterly betrayed. The blonde woman laughed. “Excuse me, both of my sons are dashing.” 

“Of course they are!” Odin nodded. “They come from us, don’t they?” 

“Forgive me, Father,” Loki started. “But I think our glorious looks come from our mother.” 

And they all laughed. 

Frigga sipped at her mead, not saying anything, though she did have a smile as she sipped into her golden bronze cup. Odin did not argue with that, because if he did, he would be calling his wife anything but beautiful. And that would simply not be the case. He simply leaned back in his seat and bit into a whole potato, smiling as he did so. Thor chewed with his mouth open, smiling at Loki. 

“It is nice when we get together like this.” Frigga commented. 

“It is.” Loki agreed. “Though, our responsibilities do catch up to us.” 

“That is very true, my son.” Odin nodded his head. The man sighed. “Today, for example. I need to meet with Heimdall and discuss the wars going on in Midgard.” 

Loki felt his entire body tense. 

“And what of the wars in Midgard?” The green eyed prince did not look up from his plate. He tried his best to make the question not seem conspicuous. “They happen so often.” He stated. “And they are usually so unimportant.” 

“Not unimportant, my son.” Odin shook his head. “Just different. Our lifespans are much longer than theirs. Time for us moves much slower for them. In the blink of an eye, three kings could sit on the throne.” 

“But that is because we are gods.” Loki looked up at his father. “And they are not. Why are these wars so important that you need to speak with Heimdall?” 

“I agree, Father.” Thor nodded his head, head deep in his plate. “Why, I was just in Midgard but a few decades ago. And all was peaceful. What is so different now?” 

“None too obvious. But I do like keeping tabs on all the Nine Realms.” Is all the white haired man offered. 

“Wars on Midgard are always troublesome.” Frigga nodded her head. “I understand there is honor in war, but their lives are so short. So fragile. They cannot risk such things.” 

“That is untrue, Mother!” Thor said valiantly. “I have fought alongside some of the greatest of Midgardian warriors! Though they do not dare stand against the valor of Asgard, ‘fragile’ is far from what they are.” 

Frigga smiled into her veal. “Of course, my son. I misspoke.” 

“No such thing, my dear.” Odin commented. “But you are right about that. Their lives are short.” 

For some reason, something a sharp pain hit deep in Loki’s heart when they keep saying that Midgardian’s lives are short. 

Yes. The entire fucking realm knows that their lives are short. It was literally in one of the nursery rhymes when children go to bed at night. They all understood this. It was literally taught in school. So he does not know why his family wants to keep going with this. 

“Their lives are nothing but specs in our vision.” Loki looked down to his plate. “Their wars are not our concern.” 

Odin simply hummed. “Why don’t you join me in my visit, Loki? Heimdall speaks of you quite often.” 

Loki’s sure he fucking does. The man just does not speak about the important things. Like how Loki is currently harboring a child in his room at this very moment. 

The black haired young man shook his head. “Unfortunately, I cannot. Right after this, I need to go back to my study and finish that potion that is currently brewing in my cauldron.” 

He could see his father visibly deflated by that. 

Damnit. He knew that not going to Heimdall could look suspicious, but in reality, his father just wanted to spend time with him. Loki was not a fool like Thor. He made it far in life because he was aware of people’s emotions. It was the reason why he was called the Silvertongue. He knew where to hurt people the most. 

But he had to remedy the situation. Fast. 

“But perhaps in a few days we can head to the arena, Father.” Loki offered. “It has been ages since I have seen a battle.” 

Odin visibly brightened. Loki felt the urge to roll his eyes. The man was so much like Thor at times. 

“Excellent, son!” Odin raised his glass to the black haired man, and Loki found himself doing the same. “I will prepare the best of battles!” 

“And I shall participate!” Thor raised his glass as well. “On our hunt, the three were preaching how they missed the smell of the arena under their noses, a foe at their swords. It shall be glorious!” 

“It does indeed sound exciting.” Freya nodded her head. “We can make an event out of it. I shall get the preparations for the food.” 

“And I will find our challengers.” Thor added. “Of course, I will be there, so will the three. And of course the Three as well. Then there is Lady Sif…” 

“Thor, if I wanted to see all of your friends fight, then I would just go to your rooms.” Loki rolled his eyes. 

Thor snorted as chewed. “I cannot help that we are the greatest fighters in the Nine Realms, my sweet brother.” 

“Here, here!” His mother raised her cup, and they all followed her. 

Loki took a long swig of mead as Frigga and Thor continued to speak about the preparations. 

And it did sound fun, for the most part. Loki could not wait for them to start fighting, and for him to find a way to make mischief. And Loki was not a brute like Thor, or his friends. But sometimes, if there was mead and food, that was all it took to win over the black haired prince. 

But his mind kept wandering to Odin’s meeting with the keeper of the Bifrost. 

Heimdall better keep his fucking mouth shut about Peter. The black haired young man has done a great job so far shielding the baby from his family’s view, especially his father’s. Sure, he has only had the babe for a day, but now that he had Freya, he would have enough time to figure out just what he was going to do with Peter. Loki knew the boy either had to go back to Midgard, or somewhere in the Nine Realms. He just needed time to decide where. 

And on top of that, he needed to find a family for the boy to stay with. Loki did not care who, whether it be a man, or woman, or someone in between. Just so long as they would be able to take care of the young babe. None in Asgard can take care of him, as Heimdall and Freya had told him: Peter was Midgardian. They would be able to tell in mere seconds that the boy was not of this world. And if they could not, his strength and age would surely show in no time. 

But he felt someone watching him. 

Loki looked up from his cup, and took note of how, from the corner of his eye, his father was currently looking at him from the side of his eye. 

He could see the man staring right at the green eyed prince, and he knew that Loki was aware that he was watching him. But the young mage did not have it in him to look his father in the eyes. 

“Loki?” 

“Hmm?” 

Loki looked up, and he found that his Mother and Thor had ceased speaking, and they were looking directly at him. In fact, Odin was still staring at him, so great, now everyone was looking at Loki. His mother tilted his head at him. 

“Are you all right, darling?” 

Loki licked his lips, and he smiled at his mother. 

“Of course, Mother.” He responded. “I was just thinking of that story people used to tell. About you being able to speak to the entire kingdom with your mind.” 

Thor let out a booming laugh. 

“I haven't heard that story since we were children!” Thor guffawed. “Something that Father used to tell us before we would go to bed at night.” 

“Not just that,” Loki started. “All of our tutors would say she would do it to tell them what time there was going to be a party at the palace. And all who were invited needed to wear the blues of the queen.” 

Odin shook his head, looking over to his wife. Frigga gave her two boys a lopsided smile. 

“That is but a tale parents will say to keep their children in check.” Frigga smiled. “Though, I hear you have gotten better at telepathy, my dear son. Tell me about it.” 

Loki smiled at his mother from across the table. 

He closed his eyes, searching for his mother’s mind. Since the woman was right in front of him, it was easy to create a tether with her. And the blonde woman expected it, not fighting when Loki entered her mind. Of course, Frigga's mind was a fortress, she was the queen after all. Not to mention, a powerful mage, so of course her mind would not be easy to thwart. Not like the blonde oaf sitting next to him. 

Loki opened his eyes, and grinned. 

“I’ve been in the gardens as of late, studying people’s minds.” Loki titled his head. And Freya smiled at her son proudly. “I’ve been getting better at it, though I admit I need more practice.” 

Freya nodded her head at her son. “Your thoughts come clear, my son. The more you practice, the farther your mind can reach.” 

“Are you sure I will be able to reach far?” Loki suddenly looked doubtful. “When I sit in the center of the garden, I can barely reach its walls.” 

“Our gardens are large, and so is your mind, Loki. I have no doubt you will reach the borders of our kingdom in mere decades. Then parents will tell their kind stories of the prince who would tell tricks in their minds if they don’t go to sleep on time.” 

Loki laughed. “You make me sound like a monster!” 

Freya laughed as well. “You are a lot of things, my son. A monster is not one of them.” 

Suddenly, a turkey leg was now being waved in front of them. That snapped the two of them from their thoughts and looked to the blonde oaf next to them, who was pouting. 

Thor took a piece of leg in his mouth, looking annoyed as he looked towards his father. 

“Father!” Thor whined. “Tell Loki that he can’t communicate with mother through his mind tricks!” 

“Thor, your mother has been doing those ‘mind tricks’ far past before you were a babe.” Odin chuckled into his mead. 

“And I guarantee you I will continue to do them.” Frigga said confidently. 

“Aw, big brother feeling left out?” Loki cooed to his brother. The black haired prince slyly grinned at his brother, and the blonde furiously shook his head. 

“I do not care for your mind tricks!” Thor crossed his arms with the almost already done turkey leg in his hands. 

It only took Loki seconds to enter his mind, and he looked at his brother, smiling. 

“What mind tricks?” 

“STOP!” Thor dropped the turkey leg on the table, placing two meaty hands against his ears, closing his eyes. It amused Loki how he looked like he was in pain, with the way his eyes scrunched, and face turning red. Thor looked at his mother in pain. “Mother, tell him to stop!” 

“Enough, Loki.” Frigga giggled, not even hiding her laugh. 

“I will cease only for you, mother.” 

Odin simply drank into his cup silently, with a smile on his face. 

-000- 

Breakfast did not last much longer than that. 

Since they were royalty, they actually had responsibilities to take care of. Odin was needed in a battle room somewhere, preparing to head to some realm and meet with their leader. He was pretty sure it was either Alfheim or Muspelheim, one of the two. But he really did not give a damn. It felt like they were always fighting someone. 

His mother had her magic duties to take care of, like tending to her garden and walking through the kingdom, checking in on the people. Thor did what he always does and tried to pick a fight with someone. All that talking of fighting definitely triggered something in the man, as he left the table full of mead and wanting to punch someone in the face. The blonde oaf offered to wrestle with the black haired prince, but Loki just denied the ‘tempting’ offer and ran back to his rooms. 

He needed to check to see how Freya and Peter were doing. 

He hoped the babe was treating the woman well. Loki did not know Peter well enough to know how he acted with other people, but he seemed to take a liking to Freya. Which was a good thing, as she was the only other person to help him. 

Loki walked through his rooms, heading towards the hallway with his bedroom and the guest room. 

“Peter?” 

A woman’s voice called out in the guest bedroom. “In here!” 

Loki’s eyes turned to the guest room, and he noticed that it was indeed cracked open. The black haired prince took a step forward, and stepped inside. 

And his jaw dropped. 

Everything that had been in the room had been completely stripped. The bed, The wardrobe. The giant mirror. 

Now, these things were not tiny. The bed in the guest room was about the same size as his own bed, and was made out of literal gold. Not the mattress, of course, as that would just be a pain in the ass, but the frame. And the dresser and wardrobe matched his entire aesthetic, with the greens and golds and such. So had the green carpets and curtains that had laid against the windows and door to the balcony. 

He had decorated the room when he was young. And all of that had been stripped away. 

Now all that was met was a sea of red. 

And he was not being dramatic when he said that. Everything that had once been green in the room, was now red. The only thing that remained was the green paint on the walls. Maybe Freya simply did not get to it yet. But what had replaced the grand bed was now a golden crib that sat in the same space. But since the bed had taken up all that space, the crib looked so small in the corner. But right next to it, not a few ways away, was a wooden rocking chair, with red pillows on it, looking actually quite comfortable to sit on. 

There was also a changing table, along with a hamper and towels. Loki loathed to think what was going to happen on that changing table, but he knew he needed to do it in the long run. Freya could not always be here. But maybe he could just magically change Peter. He was sure his mother did it for them. 

There were other things in the room as well. Such as a small wardrobe, which had been painted a mix of gold and red. There were even some couches on the far corner, near the patio. 

He noticed Freya standing near the crib with Peter in her arms. 

Loki’s heart softened when noticed the brown haired boy was wide awake, playing with the vial of blood that he had been playing with last night. 

When Freya noticed him coming towards her, she smiled. “You're back.” 

“What,” He started. His voice was low, and calm. “The fuck did you do to my guest room?” 

Freya hissed, turning Peter away from him. The act should not have annoyed the black haired man more than it should have. 

“Don’t curse in front of children!” The woman shook her head, looking down towards the brown haired babe. “It’s not good. Even if they don’t fully understand it, it’s not good for them.” 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Whatever. But where’s my bed? My dresser? Everything else?” 

“You have a million other rooms up here. I put them in one of them. You’ll find them eventually.” Freya shot back. “And don’t pretend you actually have people in here. Your mother has commented that not one person has slept in your rooms. Other than Thor, of course.” 

“My mother only knows a fraction of my life. That babe is proof of it.” Loki raised his chin. “And you do well not to assume you know everything about me as well.” 

But the blonde did not seem fazed. She simply rolled her eyes. 

“I do not care. Here. “ 

All of a sudden, Peter was in his arms. The baby boy then looked up at him curiously, before he smiled, reaching out towards the young man. The black haired prince simply huffed, before he shook his head, resting Peter on one arm and letting the boy play with his hand. He tossed the vial of blood into his pocket so he did not lose it. 

“Hello, little one.” Loki said. “Did you miss me?” 

“Ah!” Peter just kept playing with his long fingers, stretching them and moving them in all directions. He did not know why Peter liked them so much, but it was cute, he was not going to lie. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Loki raised his chin, looking towards the woman. 

Freya simply put both hands behind her back, giving Loki an unimpressed look. 

“I think he did miss you. I can’t tell you how, but I just know he did.” Freya said, smiling down at the babe. “He is a happy baby, I can tell you that. Those eyes tell all.” 

“I agree.” Loki nodded. “When I first found him in that alleyway, he smiled at me when I picked him up. Maybe that was the reason I took him.” 

“Perhaps.” Freya looked deep in thought, but she closed her brown eyes. “Anywho, Queen Frigga sent a bird for me a couple of hours ago requesting my presence. I told her that I will meet her on the east side of the palace so I can help with blessing a newly wed couple for a child.” 

“Doesn’t that get old?” Loki pondered. “Blessing all those marriages and children?” 

“You’re the God of Mischief. Does causing mayhem ever get old?” When Loki did not respond, she got her answer. “I like blessing marriages and such. To see the looks on couples faces to see that they have my blessing for a child. I don’t have the actual power to conceive one, but if you get a blessing from the actual Goddess of Fertility, you have a better chance.” 

Loki simply hummed. “When do you plan on leaving?” 

“Right now.” 

In one swift motion, Freya made her way over towards the door, and Loki began to panic. He took a step forward, calling out to her with Peter in his arms. 

“What do you mean, ‘right now?’” Loki called out. “I still need your help with this! You have to teach me!” 

The woman stood at the opening of the door, gesturing to the room around him. 

“I know how you like to read,” She started, “So I left notes on literally everything in the room. There’s a note on the food cabinet on how many times he needs to eat a day. A note on the dresser on where everything is. And a note on the changing table for when he needs to… you know.” 

“No, I do not know.” He said. “Please explain.” 

She laughed. “You’ll figure it out. If I don’t come back tonight, I’ll be sure to come by morning. Good luck!” 

And with that, the woman disappeared from the room and out of sight, leaving Loki alone with Peter. The black haired prince let out a long sigh, before he looked down towards the boy. The babe seemed to have been done with playing with his fingers, and was now looking Loki dead in the eyes for entertainment, and the prince shook his head. 

Loki made his way over to the rocking chair next to the crib, taking a seat. The chair was actually pretty comfortable, with the pillows helping him with his back. Loki pulled out the red vial and passed it back to the babe, who took it without a problem. Peter began to shake it with happiness, watching as it bubbled at the top the more she shook. 

“I’m going to have to enchant that so the blood does not spoil. If it's even possible.” He said. “Since you seem to like it so much.” 

“Ah!” Is all he said. 

Loki laughed. 

“You know, maybe this won’t be bad. At least for a little while…” 

Then, he smelled shit.