Yeah, but Ain't That What We All Say?
"Your skin without your scars would be like the sky without the stars." —Author Unknown
Loki stared at the potion. He should take it…
If he didn’t, Odin would interfere. He always did.
Loki didn’t know what had happened to his firstborn, but he knew Odin ordered the servants to take her away. He didn't know what Odin had done to Fenrir, but none of Loki's location spells had worked. When Loki had sneaked away to check up on Jörmungandr, he'd found no trace of his child.
Loki had tried countless spells to locate his children.
But his seiðr was nothing against the Aldafaðr’s seiðr.
Therefore, Loki should take the potion. He knew what fate awaited him if he did not.
This child was cursed.
Loki had almost drained his seiðr attempting to free himself.
But Odin had built this prison specifically for Loki and his children.
No matter how much seiðr Loki channeled, he could not break free. He no longer cared for himself; he just wanted his children. He couldn't even see them.
They were just out of his reach.
Loki tried not to doubt the decision to leave Asgard. He'd not lived on a moon before; he'd never seen the stars like this before.
It was more peaceful than he wanted to admit.
But Loki's life never stayed peaceful for long.
He went into labor early.
Not even the stars could ease his pain.
The baby was too small…
But Loki did not even have a moment to recover. He had not realized he was pregnant with twins.
Exhausted and bleeding, Loki held a boy and a girl. He was still bleeding…
Loki used the last drop of his seiðr to create refuge.
The prison faded away.
He was in his den surrounded by his babies: Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr, Vali, Narfi, and Sleipnir.
They were finally with him.
Thor realized that Loki could not see him. Frowning, he wondered what he should do.
Obviously, something was very wrong.
Thor didn’t want to admit it, but Odin was behind it.
Loki wasn’t well.
And children did not belong in chains…
“Who are you?” A childlike voice asked.
Thor looked up to find the speaker, but only the snake would meet his eyes.
”Have you come to help us? Or have you come to hurt us?” The snake was speaking in his mind.
”Who are you? Why are you here?” Thor asked.
The snake considered him. ”I amJörmungandr Lokison. I do not know why I am here.”
Thor gasped. “And the others?”
Jörmungandr cocked his head. “Others?”
Thor had never taken his time for a decision.
Loki was the thinker.
He was the feeler. He felt it now he must help his brother and his children.
The likeness to his brother was too compelling.
But more than that, Thor had always been able to feel what was right, and this was wrong. He would not be a part of it.