My love is not a dagger but a mischief

Marvel Cinematic Universe Loki (TV 2021) Thor (Movies) Norse Religion & Lore
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My love is not a dagger but a mischief
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Summary
Sylvie was alone all her life.Unloved by her (adoptive) parents.Hunted by TVA agents.And that black-haired clown came into her life and began to protect her.Somewhere at the bottom of her heart she could admit that she was grateful to him.Because she's not alone anymore.And she definitely won't let Avengers (what a stupid name that is!) hurt her Loki.
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Interlude Eir

Eir had served the royal family for many years. She even remembered the reign of King Borr. When news of the complete annihilation of the Dark Elves came, the entire court fell silent. It was officially celebrated, but there were conspiracies in the corners. They were fortunate that Heimdall did not have such clear eyes then as he does now. It was only his gift that crystallized, and it was nothing compared to Forseti. God of truth. Lord Fandral's mysterious loner and grandfather. Eir remembered how often he had been outside when the sons of the Allfather had come to court. Queen Frigga was long hidden from the war with Jotunheim, and during this time she gave birth to Prince Thor and then Prince Loki.

Most of the court loved Prince Thor. He was praised and valued as their golden prince. Proof that they can wait for a gracious ruler after King Borr and King Odin. From time immemorial, Prince Thor was a charismatic child with a golden smile and a righteous heart. The perfect material for a king.

However, Forseti was different. He looked very little at Prince Thor. He was often in the nursery and looked after Prince Loki. He hugged him and sang him to sleep. Queen Frigga never said it, but Eir always felt that she seemed to want her own husband to care for their son so much.

Forseti also taught Prince Loki to walk in the Queen's gardens. It was an interesting sight. The old god who held his hands and led him. The little prince often stared into the unfathomable eyes of the God of Truth without fear, unlike most gods. It was said it was because he was a child. But Eir then suspected that it was something else.

Today she knew the answer. Prince Loki was the God of Mischief. God of Lies. God of Chaos. He didn't have to be afraid of Forseti. After all, he was born to mock the truth.

And he mocked it all the time. Everyone believed that he had died during the destruction of Bifrost, but it turned out that he was not. Rumors had spread throughout the palace ever since Lord Hogun and Lord Fandral were sent to Nidaverill. Prince Loki would usurp power over Midgard. The guesswork seemed endless. Some argued that these were vile lies and that their prince was now in Valhalla. Others that Loki has come up with some mischief again. Still others said it was due to the Princes' rivalry for some mortal woman.

Eir herself lived long enough not to believe the rumors. However, she knew that Prince Loki must live because the Queen regained her energy and did not roam the palace. Eir herself was also curious about the sudden news by servants about a new room in the royal wing. Baby room. Eir knew the Queen could no longer have children after the birth of princes because of the Frost Giants curse! What audacity! However, the All-Father did not want war. Queen Frigga, to Eir's knowledge, has not been cured of the curse. There were three options.

First option: The All-Father betrayed his wife and had a bastard.

However, the All-Father loved the Queen deeply and would certainly not do such a thing to her. Although if that happened, the Queen would surely love such a child. However, it was impossible.

Another option was that one of the princes had a child. Either the mortal Thor talked about became pregnant with him or Loki met someone in his absence and had a child. It would be likely.

The third option was that the All-Father agreed that the All-Mother adopted child. Queen Frigga always wanted a daughter. But that also seemed unlikely, why should it be done now, after so many centuries since the Queen had asked for it.

Eir has just covered the body of a deceased patient with a cloth. Even the gods died and went to Valhalla. His family will come here and the funeral will take place.

Eir remembered two funerals. Forseti and Prince Loki. At Forseti's funeral, Prince Thor was 350 years old and Prince Loki was 300 years old. Prince Thor proudly stood by his father, and Prince Loki was in his mother's arms and nestled against her neck. He was crying. Later there were many rumors for this that the Second Prince of Asgard would grow up to be weak person in the future.

Eir knew that Prince Loki must have forgotten about Forseti. He was too small, and besides, his mind could displace those memories. Sometimes her curiosity as a healer was so bold. However, she never asked Prince Loki that question.

The second funeral was funeral of Prince Loki. Eir and her assistants saw their Queen's grief the most. Although the entire royal family was despairing. An empty boat with the Prince's helmet and some of his books was launched. Eir then wished him good luck on his way to Valhalla.

The fate was so kind that the bloodthirsty All-father Odin Borson fell in love with the tender witch of Vanaheim. Eir remembered exactly how their king slowly broke his wife to obey him. Their Queen was a wonderful being, and yet Eir's professionalism kept shaking as she spoke to her. She was constantly cataloging the features of a broken mind.

Denial and general fixation on the family.

Hidden fear of her husband.

Nightmares of a former life (The Queen didn't tell her this, but Eir was well trained).

The healer and the subject fought in Eir. The healer would like to heal the Queen and help her escape. But the subject knew that the All-Father would tear the whole universe apart to get his wife back.Queen Frigga soothed him. It is thanks to her that Asgard has become a better place. Its absence ... Eir shivered at the thought. Should the Queen die or flee, may the Norms protect them.

Tendency to narcissism and an obsessive personality. This was the truth about their wise ruler. And deep aggression. Contained in shouting and manipulation.

Then the guards with a woman in chains appeared in the healers' room. Eir's expert eye quickly recognized the scent of Kree and something else ... Was it Midgard? And some other powerful energy. Unparalleled. Just like an artifact from the All-father's treasury.

"What does it mean?" asked Eir as she walked over to the woman and examined her slit brow. Both of the woman's eyes were injured. Her mouth was covered with a gag. She clearly tried to fight and break free several times. She looked at Eir coolly. As if without feelings. And yet she must have felt something.

"The All-Father ordered you to remove the Kree blood from the prisoner," replied one of the guards. Apparently the captain. Eir never bothered to remember them.

"It will take time. It's a very delicate thing if she is to survive. Unless the All-Father doesn't care about her life," Eir replied, signaling the assistants with her hand to prepare the Soul Forge.

"All-Father doesn't care, but the All-Mother intervened personally in the prisoner's case. She is to be purged of power and returned to Midgard," the guard said.

"How? Bifrost is still broken," Eir said.

"The All-father will probably use dark energy or use some light ship. There aren't many in Asgard, but there will always be something," he replied.

Eir nodded. The guards transported the woman to the Soul Forge.

Eir watched. What a hybrid it is! Clearly born mortal, yet her veins burned with the blue fire of the tesseract. Eir did not envy mortals. The All-Father must have reacted badly when he saw this. This woman was lucky to be alive. Indeed, the only virtue of the All-Father was that he loved his wife so much. Blood of the Kree. Organs slightly altered to resemble the Kree biology.

"I impouse that I should to make her mortal again?" Eir asked. The guard nodded. The woman tried to free herself again.

Eir took a sedative. It won't be a gentle procedure.

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