Chapter 11
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Thor finds out that Loki lives in the house in Vanaheim. With a... with a family. Unknown woman - a rare beauty - and a boy. Impossible, because it couldn't be... Loki's son?
Its Fenrir! But how? And why isn't he still a beastly wolf? Questions with no answers.
Loki stands from the bed but takes a cane. A cane? Thor sees that Loki's right lower leg up to his knee is hidden beneath the tight black cloth.
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"Darling, look at me. Don't ever think yourself guilty for this. Never. It is not your fault, my son. It is Odin's. He is responsible for what happened to me, not you, never you. Please believe me, my sweet."
"But... But I... " Fenrir sniffed as his eyes welled with tears.
Loki knelt on both legs with as little wince as he could muster and took his son in the embrace, hugging him tightly and protectively.
"You couldn't control your actions. It was rage and fear that drove you, emotions spelled at you by Odin. You would never have done this, hurt me, knowing it was me, wouldn't you?" Loki whispered.
"Father, never! I would never-"
"I know. I know, dear. So please I beg you, don't darken your soul with this. It was never yours to shoulder. I don't blame you. I love you."
"I-I love you too, daddy, so so much. Please don't ..."
"Shhh... I'm here. I'm here. I love you, my son. There is nothing I wouldn't do for your happiness. You are my greatest treasure. You and your siblings."
"And Sigyn?" Fenrir smiled cheekily, tears still glittering on reddened cheeks.
"Yes. And my Sigyn. My family. "
"But you are limping. And walk with that..."- the boy pointed helplessly at the golden cane. Loki smirked.
"You don't fancy myself with a cane? I though it looks rather dashing, hm?"
"You are dashing even without it, my husband." Sigyn strolled into the room. Loki smiled broadly. Fenrir did it more shyly.
"See? I'm pretty." Loki pulled his son at his side, the child burying his face in Loki's good leg.
"Why don't we go out for a walk?"
"But father-"
"Needs his exercises, so it would be perfect. Go on, sweetling. Get dressed. I bet I will be quicker than you".
Fenrir brightened up at the challenge. He leaped to the doors, until suddenly halting. Loki frowned in concern that smoothed into a soft smile as his son turned around and barreled right into him, almost throwing Loki from his feet. Fenrir was clinging to him for dear life, to which Loki crouched down to take his son in his hands and shower him with kisses that weren't avoided but on the contrary - almost desperately sought. Loki felt Sigyn lean her cheek to his back, sneaking her hand over his slim waist.
"I love you daddy."
"I love you more." Fenrir giggled and buried his nose in Loki's neck. The god only hugged his son closer, relishing the happy moment. He felt Sigyn kiss his shoulder from behind and turned a little so he could face her. Her light grey eyes shone with quiet happiness as well, So Loki didn't hesitate to lean down and capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
That until Fenrir whined to be put down so he wouldn't be in the middle of the grown ups doing gross things. Those grown ups only smiled in the kiss and relented, leaving the boy to jump on the ground and run to his room to get dressed. They were not finished though.
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Fenrir lashed out in madness when the magic that held him in animal's form, was released by Loki, and bit his father's leg, almost tearing it off. Loki howled, struggling against the massive teeth buried in his flesh, knowing it was a curse of breaking a spell before it could be finished. Fenrir dragged Loki who was screaming in agony across the ground, the blood painting everything red. With the last of strength Loki gathered his magic and blasted his son in the nose, distracting him for long enough so the wolf released Loki's leg, still painfully dragging the teeth on the pale skin, leaving long gashes before shrinking away. On the brink of losing his consciousness from the pain and shock, Loki knew there wouldn't be another chance, so he concentrated as much as he was able to break a spell Odin put on his son's form to stop the curse. Just as Fenrir opened his huge mouth to bestow a final killing blow, Loki's spell struck him. The once wolf cried and whined, before stilling. Through the red fog Loki watched his son convulsing, moaning, then shrinking in size until in the place of the giant wolf lay a little shivering child, blinking his huge green eyes, the crown of fluffy curly black locks shaking in confusion. Loki felt his heart swell with love, seeing his son, his boy, his dear child back in his born form, long unused but never forgotten by his father.
Loki felt his eyes closing, his body in too much pain and faint from the bloodloss. He hated that he would have to leave his son now when he needed him most, had to reassure, to calm him - Fenrir would realize that the blood on him was Loki's, his father, he would realize what he has done. And Loki wouldn't be there to hold him, hug him, kiss him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, never his. He wished he would stay conscious to be with the being he loved so much it hurt, after so much time passed to be finally reunited but for him to pass out. A thought flickered in Loki's mind that he could not indeed survive - Fenrir's bite could easily end him - but Loki hadn't lingered on it. The last thing he saw was a lovely adorable face of his son he so loved, free and unbound. Loki closed his eyes).
Fenrir blinked. He looked down and gasped. For so long he was a wolf that it was unusual to feel his hands now, his legs, not have tail or fangs. But that registered only briefly until he saw something that horrified him. His father was lying on the ground. Unmoving. Bleeding!
Leaping to his feet, stumbling from having his legs so long unused, Fenrir fell beside his daddy. He remembered seeing him, he thought it was another dream, like so many before when he thought he was going mad. He didn't understand much, only glimpses. That he was a wolf and mean people - Aesir - bound him here he didn't know why. His father's shouts and tears, his cries. Since then was all a blur.
But any child of Loki was smart. Raising his hand to touch his daddy's cheek - he missed him so much, waited for him, hoped to see him - Fenrir saw his hands coated in blood. Then with a horror the boy felt something drip from his chin and cried in terror. It was his father's blood. Looking at the bloody mess that was left instead of Loki's leg, Fenrir screamed. He did this! He hurt father, he killed him...
He killed him...
No! No, no, no! Please!
"Father! Please father... Please wake up! I'm so sorry! Please, I'm sorry! Don't be dead, no, no, no..."
His daddy wasn't reacting. Fenrir felt the emotions overwhelm him. So much happened and daddy won't wake... He killed him... Please no...
Without help his father would die. He needed to find help. Anywhere, anyhow. His father saved him, he would do the same.
And then... then maybe father wouldn't be mad... maybe (Fenrir sniffed pathetically) maybe father would even forgive him one day...
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