Chapter 17
Sylvie and Peter sat at the table. Peter drew his new family. She had a too big head and the colour of green was wrong! Loki's eyes were at different heights. Peter was between them, holding their hands. Like in the movie.
However, Sylvie was confused about how it was supposed to work. She had the role of Loki's younger sister. Annoying, but she always generally listening to Loki, who was the older brother in their relationship. He was supposed to take care of her, worry about her, and teach her all kinds of things. Who was Peter for them? A little brother for her and Loki? Or maybe a nephew, and they as aunt and uncle, or father and mother, and Peter was their son? She remembered something similar about Anne of Green Gables. A brother and sister adopted a child. However, Sylvie never understood whether Marilla and Matthew were parents, grandparents, or uncle and aunt? Parents because they adopted her. Grandparents because of their age. Uncle and aunt, because maybe they did not feel close enough to Anne to be her parents, so they chose the next closest family relationship - uncle and aunt. How she will act? Responsible as mother? Indulgent as Grandma? Or if she was the big sister to Peter, she should act like Loki?
In theory, Loki and Sylvie could also be Peter's grandparents. Maybe they were young by Asgard standards, but not to mortals.
Who were they for Peter?
Older brother and older sister?
Father and mother?
Grandpa and grandma?
Uncle and aunt?
Sylvie looked at dead family of Peter and at Peter.
"What is it like to have a family?" she asked. It was a stupid question, but she was still new to the family. Her knowledge included movies and the short time there was she knew Loki. It was a shame to ask this question. Peter looked at her. His brown eyes stared at her as if he had just realized something.
"Are you an orphan too?" Peter asked.
She nodded her head.
"I only have vague memories of my mothers. Sometimes I think I only imagined it," said Sylvie.
"I have something similar. I don't remember much about Mom and Dad. I was three when they died in an accident," replied Peter.
"Those people weren't your parents?" Sylvie asked, amazed.
"This were my Aunt May and Uncle Ben," replied Peter.
"You've become an orphan twice," said Sylvie.
"Mr. Loki said the same," replied Peter sadly.
A bit like Sylvie. Laufey didn't want her. Her adopted parents Agnar and Unaris brought her up briefly in Vanaheim. However, they didn't want her either. She was imposed on them by Odin as a hostage to marry the firstborn prince of Asgard Baldur. Thor did not exist in her reality. And if it existed he was not a prince of Asgard. Baldur was the only son of Odin and Frigga. He was beautiful and a was favorite of Asgard. However, Sylvie had never met him. But she promised herself that if she met him, she would definitely kill him. Even though his mother forced a vow to all beings and things, lest they hurt her precious one son, she forgot about the mistletoe. Sylvie could to kill him with mistletoe. However, she never did because she became a variant. She had dark hair, but she didn't like it. She wanted to be blonde. Then TVA came on. Because she changed the colour of hair.
"Maybe we'll watch Star Wars?" Peter asked.
Sylvie had known about Star Wars but had never watched it.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because we are family. Family does things like this, Mrs. Sylvie," replied Peter.
"If I'm your family then you shouldn't call me Mistress," Sylvie replied.
"That's true. What should I call you?" Peter asked.
"I don't know. I don't know what family relationship we have, so for now call me Sylvie until I get it," Sylvie replied.
"Okay, Sylvie," said Peter.
They both went to the TV. Star Wars.
This was their beginning.