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realityhelixcreates · 5 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 25: If I Had A Hammer

Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: None Relationships: Loki x Reader (Let’s try this again) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Give Loki Any Excuse To Show Off And He Will Take It, Reader Starts To Realize A Glaring Problem With Any Upcoming Relationships, It Is Something Of A Curse To Live In Interesting Times Summary: Time for a walk down history lane.

You stared at the sad little chunks of ragged metal that used to be Mjolnir, carefully lit and arranged in their glass display case. There was a large plaque affixed to the pedestal they rested on, all in Asgardian runes. You supposed it must be like any other museum, describing the object and explaining its history.

You didn't even know metal could shatter like that.

“So this is all that's left, huh?” You said. “Yeah, that definitely looks beyond repair.”

“We have all the pieces, including the haft. Once the Bifrost is more effective, we could take it to Nidavellir and have it reforged.” Loki said. “But I do not think we will. Thor is well armed, even without it, and there were certain special things about Mjolnir that were lost in its sundering. Things that can never be replaced. It may be best to simply consign it to history and move on.”

“What did this? What could do this?” What could shatter solid metal like that? And special metal, like uru, at that?

Loki very carefully and slowly placed his arm around you, hand cupping your shoulder. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, face serious, and you realized that he was waiting for you to reject or accept the touch. It also seemed as if he needed this, as a kind of support for what he was about to say.

“You need to know. It's definitely no secret now, though it used to be. It was her.”

He pointed to yet another partly finished mural. There were so many in this hall. This one depicted a very thin, dark-haired woman, whiplike and crowned with a tangle of thorns, like the branch of a locust tree. The sight of her made you uncomfortable. Like you were remembering something that you were sure you'd never known in the first place. Like a fearful instinct.

“This was Hela.” He said solemnly. “She was our sister. She destroyed the world.”

You scooted a bit closer to him. You didn't mind the touch in this situation, in fact, it seemed appropriate.

“Your sister...”

“We didn't know about her until after our father's passing. She was older than either of us by quite a bit. Hela was an Aesir as well, associated with death. Specifically, violent death, dealt by her own hand. So much did she revel in death, that she could even compel slain warriors to rise and fight on her behalf. She apparently grew too intractable, and just as we were born, Odin had to make the decision to imprison her. The Valkyries were sent to contain her. They were all but one of them slain.”

“So that's what happened to them. Brunnhilde never talked about it, but it seemed to me like something must have gone bad for them, for her to be the only one.”

“She doesn't talk about it with anyone. But I have seen it, in her memory. It was quite terrible. Hela did not know mercy, which is actually not the kind of person you want on a battlefield. Even I am willing to take prisoners. Even our father, severe as he was, knew that you didn't kill everyone.”

“How did she break the hammer though? Did she...did she somehow kill it? Is that possible?”

“Clever mortal. There was magic in the hammer, and magic is an energy. An energy can be caused to 'cease'. It might not have been apparent, but there was a powerful curse on Mjolnir, one laid by our own father. That the hammer would be useless to anyone who was not the kind of person who could be trusted to rule Asgard. Such people would not even be able to lift it. But a spell is a little like a living thing, and so, yes, Hela killed the hammer. And all the Einherjar, several civilians, and the Warriors Three.”

He gestured to another painting, this one depicting the same three men you had seen on the walls in the Kings rooms.

“They were brave and distinguished warriors, guardians of Asgard. And...my closest friends.”

There was a lot of carefully monitored emotion in his words. The loss of his friends must have been a terrible blow. He didn't seem to have many. There was just Thor, his brother, and Brunnhilde, who seemed to have taken up the role of older sister. Maybe Heimdall, though their relationship sometimes seemed a little strained.

And you.

“We couldn't talk her down. She just didn't want it. She didn't want peace. She didn't want...family. Didn't want us. She came out of her banishment exactly the same as she went in; seeking murder and conquest.”

“Look, I never had a sibling, you know, so I don't really know how it goes. But if she was really how you say, then whatever reason your dad had for banishing her, it's probably the only reason you and the king are still alive, right?” You reasoned.

“Do you think so?” He asked, distantly.

“Well you didn't even know about her right? So she was locked up for your whole lives. So she couldn't kill you as babies for being a threat to her supremacy. I mean, if murder was her thing, then she wouldn't be above fratricide, would she? She tried to kill you as adults after all, didn't she?”

“That she did.” He confirmed. “It was she who took Thors eye, and she tried to take all our lives. Her life and power was tied into the existence of Asgard, though I know not how or why. And that was why Asgard had to be destroyed.”

His hand on your shoulder tightened. “We had to sacrifice our realm, in order to save all of the others. She would have drowned them all in blood, as surely as Thanos did. We had to do it. But I am still the hand that caused it to happen, and I cannot help but wonder; was she that mad before her imprisonment, or was it just another one of Father's terrible mistakes, that came back to haunt us? Could she have been reasoned with if he had just given it more time and effort? Could she have been rehabilitated? The rest of us were. Why not her?”

“Is she dead?” You asked.

“She'd better be.” Loki said.

“Show me something else?”

“We will probably have to come back to this subject too often. This is within living memory for everyone. It's going to come up. But...”

He released your shoulder, his hand trailing down your arm to curl around your fingers, leading you along the hallway, absently describing the things in the paintings and display cases. Speaking about Hela had draped a pall of gloom over him, the subject obviously still fresh. All of this must have happened barely two years ago. That probably seemed like just yesterday to someone with such a long lifespan. The Event had been almost two years ago, and it effected you very strongly still. And it had all been reversed! This though, this was permanent. Loki could never make it go away.

You passed a display of knives, many of them very similar to yours in appearance, though not as opulent.

“Yours will go in there, once you...no longer have need of it. Unless, of course, you gift it to someone else before then.”

Once you died, he meant. You suddenly realized that, though you might have whole decades left to your life, it was going to seem like no time at all to them. All these people were becoming friends with you, each and every one of them would mourn at your funeral, and it would seem to them that you'd been here and gone in the blink of an eye. They were all going to lose a friend, and so soon, so soon.

That they would see you transform before their eyes, your hair would tun gray, you skin would wrinkle, your body would bow, and they wouldn't change at all. Andsvarr would still be an eager youth. The twin Valkyries would still be children. Roskva, though an old woman, would not gain another line on her face in your whole lifetime. Loki would remain as flawlessly handsome as he was right now, but he would have to watch you wither away.

You were mortal, and this was all just a formality.

The same gloom that had enveloped Loki, now swallowed you; the acknowledgment of mortality, the inevitability of entropy. That all things, men and gods, would end.

“_____” Loki said softly. “Do you still want to see the spear?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I do.” You answered, throat thick. Distraction, that was what you needed. There was no changing what would happen, you could only decide what to do in between.

He led you to the glittering golden weapon, taller than yourself, three elegant and ornately engraved blades shining in the light. Strangely, the spear was not behind glass, but propped up on a special rack, as if it was meant to be picked up at any time.

“This is yours? It's beautiful. Is it safe to touch?”

“Not very.” He said. “It is a very powerful artifact, and takes a similarly powerful person to safely wield it. It amplifies the magic within its wielder, and can even condense it into blasts of magic. Not something you would want to lose control of.”

“No definitely not.” You said, shuddering. Your magic was already unpredictable; you didn't need that amplified.

“This spear was forged by my great-grandfather, one of the first crafts of the newly created realm of Asgard. Every ruler since has held it, for better or worse. For now, it is mine.”

“How many different kinds of weapon can you use?” You wondered.

“Oh most of them. I specialize in small blades and polearms however. Thor prefers mid-sized, heavy arms, Brunnhilde likes swords-”

“Why don't any of you use guns? You have the tech to make guns, don't you?”

Loki looked slightly affronted. “Of course we do. Guns, blasters, lasers, all of that. We can use them, but they are...” He trailed off, his hand circling in the air, searching for the words. “Huglausi is the word we use. Craven. They lack finesse. Prowess. Skill. Personal power. Only the weak, lowly, or desperate use them. We've been reduced to it before, but it is not ideal at all. It's a measure of last resort.”

“Oh. Wow. But Brunnhilde was impressed that I could use one.”

“The Valkyrie spent a great deal of time away from Asgard. Her attitudes toward certain things is different. But she still picked up the sword as soon as she got the chance.”

“Is that why you all do things in such old-fashioned ways? Because it shows your...your prowess?”

“Well, yes.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing. “Quality is paramount. The work of your hands has value, does it not? Also, I think it is not 'old-fashioned' if it still works well for us. For humans, well, there are billions of you. Industrialization and mass production has become imperative to your survival. But there are only a few thousand of us. And once, long ago, we came across the artifact known as the Tesseract.”

“That thing you were trying to steal in New York?”

“Not steal, retrieve. It belonged to Asgard, and so I had claim to it. It is from this artifact that the primacy of Asgard is derived. From it, the bifrost was built, and all our technology as well. We had no need for coal power, nor steam, nor electricity. Not when we could transport ourselves to other realms in a matter of moments, and not when we could simply ride across the entire realm in but a few days. So we retained what you would see as 'old ways', but we also kept our eye for quality, and the value of our workers.”

“A few days? On horseback?” You asked, a little confused. “How big was the planet?”

“Asgard was no planet, but a magical realm, built from scratch.” Loki looked suddenly taken aback. “Oh, my dear, did we really neglect to show you? I suppose when you are used to everyone knowing something, you forget that everyone does not, in fact, know. Well then. Behold. The Realm...Eternal.”

The little image that appeared in his hands was like something off the cover of a fantasy novel. It made no sense. All of the other realms had been simply planets, orbiting their stars, somewhere out in space. But this...This was all wrong. This was impossible.

Asgard looked as if someone had ripped an island from the crust of some world, and cast it into space. And then neglected to tell it that anything had changed. Water flowed from the edges, cascading down into the void. How did it replenish? How was there gravity to pull the water down from the edge? Somehow, clouds formed, though there couldn't possibly be an atmosphere. There was a city, and forests, farms and mountains, capped with snow. Where did the snow come from? How could there be seasons? At the heart of the city, rose a soaring palace of silver and gold, shaped presumably in tribute to-or challenge of- those very mountains, though it looked like Leviathan's own pipe organ to you.

Your eyes flicked upward to Loki's face. His expression was even and serious. He wasn't playing with you at all.

“Uh...How? Everything else is a planet, how was this...this?” You gestured at the slowly rotating space island. “How did it have snow? How did it have air, or gravity? How did it even have night? How did this exist?”

“Are you impressed?” Loki murmured.

“I'm confused!” You exclaimed. Loki scowled slightly.

“Did you not hear what I said earlier? It all has to do with the power of the Tesseract. It was a special containment unit that held and harnessed the energy of the Space Stone, and, after it fell into the possession of Buri's ancestors unknown eons ago, our people have used it for all our advanced technology. Including the building of Asgard. The Space Stone controls space. Movement through space, connecting one place to another, How much can exist within a space, and what kind of thing can exist there. The Space Stone could create the effects of gravity, enough to make something as small as this act like a full-blown planet. It could hold atmosphere in place, cause the falling water to return to its source, make the mist form clouds which brought us rain for our fields, and snow for our mountains.”

“But you lost the Tesseract here on Earth. Like, a thousand years ago. Say...were you guys trying to build something here?”

“This I do not know for certain. The circumstances of the Tesseracts loss were not recorded, intentionally, I feel. From later events, however, I personally surmise that it may have had something to do with our sister's imprisonment. I believe it was bait, to lure her from Asgard, to a place where she did not hold ultimate power, and then it was lost in whatever devastation that battle must have caused.”

He turned his hand, causing the image to flip over. The underside of Asgard was made of mountainous fused crystals, glowing softly blue.

“The Tesseract did not need to be present for its power to remain. Buri gathered millions of tons of crystal from Nornheim, and used the power of the Stone to fuse and transform the crystal into a base upon which Asgard was to be built, and to infuse it with that same power, that it could act as a generator. At that point, we no longer truly needed the Tessereact, but kept it for eons longer, acting as guardians and stewards of its great power.”

He dropped his hands, and the illusion disappeared in a sparkle of green light.

“Well.” He said. “That's the clean version. You already know what we were. And believe me, all the comparisons you could make, all the heinous acts that conquerors perpetrate...we did them all, and more. All the more reason to leave that behind. Now we can rebuild cleanly.”

“That's a noble goal, at least.” You said. “Something tells me not everyone agrees?”

“No, they most certainly do not.” He took the spear from the display. “But I hold Gungnir, the proof of royalty. My brother has Stormbreaker, the masterpiece of Nidavellir. They may not agree, but they will obey.”

“Is...is that all it takes?” You asked, heart speeding. His voice was so firm. What would he be willing to do, if someone took their disagreement too far?

“Not everyone can do it. One is not powerful because one can handle the artifacts. On can handle the artifacts because one is powerful. An average einherjar could not hold this spear. You could not lift Stormbreaker off your own chest. These things are not mere objects. They cannot be taken from us, not while we are still worthy of our offices. And we are.” The last part was spoken very softly. “No matter what doubts there have been in the past. We are.”

“Saldis said you were a good king.” You said. His mouth curved into that almost smile you'd started getting used to.

“Did she?” He said thoughtfully. “It is gratifying to have my efforts remembered so fondly. Perhaps I shall have her authorized for a raise.”

He hefted the golden weapon.

“So, now that you have seen my spear, would you like to accompany me to the training fields before lunch?”

“You want to show off your prowess?” You asked.

Loki just smiled, broad and devilish.

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He'd gone out onto the field still wearing his breastplate, but he'd removed his cape and horns, opting instead to pull his long hair into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. While the training guards and einherjar gave him all the room and respect he wanted, they didn't stop their practice, merely letting him slip in among them.

Although he was just going through drills, it became quickly apparent that his skill was on an entirely different level than those around him. Loki was faster by far, more precise, and did not tire.

You stood in the covered, raised walkway on the edge of the field, just watching him move. You were not the only one; the walkway was scattered with people, mostly young women and a few children, all watching, and so you didn't feel too out of place.

A crowd was drawing though, as pedestrians and errand-runners noticed their prince among the soldiers, and stopped to catch a glimpse. There was no telling if Loki even noticed, as he ran through all the basic drills and began executing more complicated and acrobatic moves. Some of them were so elegant and complex that his efforts got applause from the watchers, yet he hadn't even seemed to break a sweat.

The trainees around him also started putting more effort in, trying to move faster, swing harder, to add flourishes to their more basic actions. Some of the trainers scolded them, presumably for biting off more than they could chew.

The more you watched, the more you got caught up in the feel of things. You weren't a pacifist by any means, but you also weren't part of a martial culture. Oh, you knew your country's military was in everybody's business, but the home culture in your neck of the woods was agrarian. However, ever since Thor had become known to humankind, rumors of Asgard's noble warrior culture had flown.

In fact, it had brought some rather confused people out of the woodwork. Groups that described themselves as 'traditionalist', 'folkish', and of course, the Nationalists. Then it became known that the God of Thunder did not look kindly on fascism, and most of those people withdrew from the public eye in disgrace. Now there were mostly the odd, but usually benign reenactment groups. You had no doubt that those other, less savory elements were still stewing out there, but with the Asgardians actually here now, observable, approachable, you expected their conviction would eventually wane.

But you began to understand, watching everyone on the field, the appeal of the warrior culture. Seeing Loki move, and knowing that all that he was capable of could be brought to bear for your sake...it made you feel safe.

“Excuse me? Lady Human?” A small voice pulled your gaze from the field. Two young women stood next to you, one dressed far more richly than the other. The less fancy woman addressed you once again. “My lady?”

“Mm? Yes? How can I help you?” You answered, your chipper customer service voice coming out. You had never seen these two before, but the woman who hadn't spoken was looking at you as if you were a slug or something, and it made you uncomfortable.

“I am to translate for my mistress. She wishes to express her thoughts.”

“Well...if you want to.”

“She wishes to know to whom you believe your eyes belong.”

What? “Um...myself? Pretty sure they're mine. I made them myself, after all.” It was a weak joke, but such things usually diffused annoyed customers. The woman turned to her mistress and spoke in a serious and passive voice. The fancier woman-a noble of some sort?-scoffed and said something to her maidservant, who turned back to you.

“She says the rumors painted a grander picture of you. She is disappointed to find you as plain as you are ordinary.”

Oh, so that was how it was. “Has your mistress met many humans?” You asked, focusing all your attention on the maidservant, not even looking at her mistress.

She asked, was answered, and answered you. “No, my lady. She considers your species to be lowly, and does not sully herself with worthless information.”

“Is that why you speak my language, but she is incapable of doing so herself?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Can she understand us right now?”

“No, my lady.”

“Okay. Would you like different employment?”

“I...think I know why you are asking, but for the moment, I don't believe I can leave, my lady. I was raised to this position.”

You shrugged. “Oh well. It'd sure ruffle her feathers, wouldn't it?”

The noblewoman, who had grown agitated with being ignored, and the prolonged conversation between you and her maidservant, cut you both off with a short barked command. The servant stiffened immediately, and murmured something softly.

The noblewoman pointed down at you, announcing something in an imperious tone. The others on the walkway moved away from the three of you, some looking scandalized, others smiling at the show.

“That's rather unfair to say to someone who can't understand you, Gloa.” Andsvarr said, from the field just under the walkway. You hadn't noticed him approaching. The noblewoman-Gloa-turned to glare at him in disgust. He rolled his eyes and repeated himself in Asgardian. This prompted her to turn her argument on him.

“Oh dear.” The maidservant said quietly to you. “The remaining Alarrson always speaks so boldly for so middling a noble. He seems to care nothing for the disgrace he might bring on his family.”

“Hey, she started it.” You pointed out.

“Is it true though? Were you really a commoner?”

“The commonest. But your Gloa was wrong. I'm not ordinary.”

Your whispering, and the growing argument were both silenced by a loud crack. You jumped, and jerked your head in the direction of the sound, just in time to see Loki slam the end of the spear into the ground again.

“You are disturbing practice.” He said, his voice carrying as far that the sound of the spear.

Andsvarr turned away from Gloa, bowing and speaking swiftly. Gloa also began speaking, trying to talk over him.

“Cease.” Loki commanded, and both silenced themselves. “Stars Gloa, you are so irritating.”

There were snickers around you as Gloa drew herself to full height, face reddening.

“Andsvarr, you are not free from blame either.” Loki continued. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I did act impulsively.” Andsvarr said earnestly. “I was seeing to the honor of the seidkona.”

“And did she indicate that she wanted your help?”

“Er, no your Highness.”

“Then get back to practice. Gloa. What was your purpose here?”

The woman began speaking again, haughty and angry from the earlier insult.

“I very much doubt that she either mocked or threatened you, considering that she does not yet speak Adgardian, and you have neglected to pick up any human languages. Besides, have you yet again forgotten that I can tell when you are lying?”

More tittering raised around her. Furious, she snapped her fingers at the maidservant, who stepped away from you and followed her, as she stormed away from the field.

“Well, that's done. Everyone can go back to what they were doing. That includes those of you who have put your errands on hold, to stop and watch. “Loki said with a charming smile. “I know our soldiers are an impressive force, but I am sure you have many things to do.”

A good three-fourths of the crows dispersed, either looking slightly guilty over putting their work aside, or happily skipping along as if it meant nothing too them. Loki either didn't understand, or chose not to acknowledge that it wasn't the soldiers they had come to watch, it was him.

At the end of their training, several of the soldiers wandered toward the walkway, to presumably flirt with the people who came to see them. Loki himself approached another woman you hadn't seen before, and gave a flourishing bow. She giggled and turned away with a little wave.

So who was she? You'd had some weird idea that he was going to come talk to you; he was the one who had brought you here, after all. Was she someone he knew? Someone he knew well? He'd never mentioned anyone like that before.

Well, there was no reason to get salty. It was none of your business.

He held her attention for a few moments more before making his way over to you.

“You have made an enemy, my dear.” He said, mild amusement crinkling his fine features. “I'm terribly proud.”

“I didn't make anything.” You protested. “She was like that before she even saw me.”

“Oh yes, Gloa has been like that for many centuries. She has a very developed sense of 'us' and 'them', and it has never looked good on her. She must bee seething over your closeness to the Crown.”

“I'm not close to any kind of crown!”

“I meant us, silly thing. Well, I've worked up an appetite. Shall we go have a lunch to celebrate your initiation into Asgardian nobility culture? Hating each other for no real reason is one of the very foundations.”

“Lunch, I would like. The celebration of a political enemy I could do without.”

He grinned and offered his arm. You took it.

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agent-barnes40 · 4 years

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The Princess

NCIS/MARVEL

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“Leon!” The girl snapped, glaring at the man before turning to look at her previous director. “Nick, I can't do this... I can't leave SHIELD.”

The female glared at Nick before looking at Leon Vance. “Sorry, Director Vance. I am Agent Charlotte Thordottir. Daughter of King Thor and Lady Sif of Asgard.”

Leon Vance looked at Nick Fury and furrowed his brows. “Didn't think you were bringing a princess.”

Charlotte growled and slammed her hand down onto the desk in front of her. “I am not a princess, Director. I am a warrior of Asgard and Midgard, what team are you assigning me to?”

Leon smirked. “Only the best that I can give you to.”

Charlotte walked into the viewing room of the interrogation room and smirked. “The man is lying. You two do realize that right?”

Ziva looked at her and raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Charlotte Thorsdottir, my uncle is the god of lies,” Charlotte said before stepping closer. “That man is lying, and you know it.”

Tony looked at the small woman beside him, claiming the title of a princess. “Well excuse us, princess, if you think we’ll believe you.”

Leroy Jethro Gibbs got up from interrogating the guy and walked out of the room and the three of them headed out. “Special Agent Gibbs, you do realize that man in there is lying?”

Gibbs nodded. “I know, your gut telling you something, Agent Thorsdottir?”

Charlotte thought for a moment. “I’d have to talk to him, Sir.”

Gibbs nodded and handed her the file. “Go in.”

Ziva and Tony looked at Gibbs as Charlotte walked into the room. Gibbs raised a brow. “Complaints?”

“Why is she here?” Tony asked, looking back at the door. “I thought all that god stuff stays with the Avengers.”

Gibbs sighed. “Director’s orders.”

Ziva looked at the door again. “Isn't Lady Sif a blond in the stories? Why isn’t she a dirty or platinum blond?”

Charlotte stepped back out, handing the folder back to Gibbs. “He’s lying through his teeth, and for your information, David my mother is dark-haired, whoever made up your legends of us are highly wrong. Like the fact that my uncle did not fornicate with a horse and had my grandfather’s steed.”

Tony stepped back. “Wait, what?”

Charlotte started walking away. “Your legends of us Asgardians are very limited and wrong, the other one of my uncle being my grandfather’s brother is wrong as well. I’ll be waiting for you at the pen or whatever it is.”

McGee stared at the small woman standing next to his desk. Charlotte just stares at the bullpen and looks back down at him. “They always take their time walking here?”

McGee shrugged. “They're probably talking with the suspect and such..”

Charlotte raised a brow. “I already did that.”

McGee tensed as Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony walked by the two of them and Gibbs made no such move to slap the back of her head. Gibbs gestured to the girl. “Meet the new agent assigned to our team, McGee.”

Charlotte smiled and straightened. “I am Charlotte Thorsdottir, Daughter of King Thor and Lady Sif of Asgard. I have been transferred to NCIS from S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Gibbs gave her a look. “Charlotte, come with me.”

They both headed for the elevator and got in. Charlotte looked at him as he hit a button only to turn the elevator off. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Charlotte sighed. “I’m not Thor and Sif’s daughter, Gibbs. I’m Loki and Sigyn’s daughter. That's why I can tell the suspect is lying. Loki recently escaped from Asgardian prison and Director Fury believes if I’m under the alias of being Thor’s daughter, he’ll show himself and come after me to right this mistake. Anyone with connections with NCIS learns that Thor’s daughter is on the planet may help The Avengers and Einherjar to find my father.”

“Ein-her-what?”

“Einherjar, my people’s royal guard. I have suspicions Loki will commit a murder of a marine or naval officer to come after me, I am his only child, sir. No matter how many murders he has committed at least he was there for me as a child.”

“You are willing to let someone die for him to find you?”

“You are speaking to a princess, Leroy, tread lightly.”

“You do not call me that, Princess.”

“Here I am, calling you Leroy. I am to revive whoever did it, using the eternal flame.”

“Eternal flame?”

“I’ve said a lot, Jethro, just don't treat me differently. I am what you human’s call a mistake, or a waste of space but it doesn't mean when I toss my name around, especially my family’s name, stuff doesn't get done. So, when I start tossing around orders its because I'm used to doing it, especially to men who think they can make me break.”

Gibbs took a deep breath. “Anything you can do to help us before I let us go?”

Charlotte smirked. “I’m the perfect agent, I change who I am at a fall of a hat, all you need to know it is genetic.”

She reached over and turned the elevator back on. “My uncle Thor told me how to work these things. Now, where are we going?”

Gibbs smiled. “To meet a fan of your friends.”

“Oh, no..”

Abby typed hurriedly on her computer, turning only at the sound of the ding of the elevator. Charlotte and Gibbs walked in, showing how the two walked the same way. “OH MY GOD! Gibbs, you brought in an actual princess. Your majesty, it's a great honor to have you here in my lab.”

Charlotte laughed and went down on one knee and guided her left fist up to her right shoulder before bowing her head. “This is how you bow in Asgard. We curtsy the same way as your royals here on earth did.”

Abby instantly dropped to mimic the bow and Charlotte laughed as she instructed her to stand back up. “No need for that, I’m here on orders of my father, King Thor. I’m here to help NCIS, in any case, that they might need help with and I got placed with your very intelligent Gibbs.”

Gibbs cleared his throat and the two women looked at him. "Sorry, Jethro."

"Sorry, Gibbs."

Abby went on and on about a bullet until Charlotte tilted her head. "Okay, what is a bullet?"

Gibbs turned and pulled the Asgardian Princess close and pointed to the nine-millimeter bullet on the screen. "That's used to hurt people, arrows."

Charlotte growled and pushed away, walking over to the higher, larger TV screen, her eyes wide. "It's a portable bow and arrow then. Why did you humans decide to do that?”

Abby looked at Gibbs and Gibbs slowly walked over the trembling Asgardian. "Charlotte..."

"You, you humans, rape and massacre! You torture when it's not needed! You hurt people, innocent people, like they're nothing." Charlotte's eyes started to turn blood red as her hands turned blue, the raising of her royal jotun markings littered the skin visible to the eye as the temperature dropped in Abby's lab.

The woman whipped around and then curled in on herself. "I'm sorry that you have to see me like this. I thought father stopped this.."

"Yeah, well Loki's a bastard, Charlotte."

He kneeled down beside her and reached out to touch her. "STOP! I will hurt you, I hurt people when they touch me like this."

"Will gloves work to keep you from hurting me?"

"I do not know."

"Abby, get me gloves! Now!"

Abby hurried to get Gibbs any sort of gloves as He kneeled beside the panicking Jotun Princess. "I inherit two royal bloodlines, I carry the throne of the Jotuns and Asgard on my shoulders, I have to deal with civil movements every night because my father killed his own and now the jotuns are looking to their princess."

"I've seen the rape and violence, I'm a warrior it is in my blood."

Abby came back with a pair of gloves and Gibbs slid them on to touch her arms. "You're going to be okay, Charlotte, breath."

Charlotte curled up to him and just collapsed in his arms. The Jotun blue fading to her pale complexion as she dazed in his arms. Gibbs looked up, addressing Abby. "Get Director Vance down here."

Leon glared at Nick, the two sitting in Leon’s office. “You wanna tell me anything on Charlotte?”

Nick raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Like the blue thing she does?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Leon.”

“Please, Fury, don’t lie to me.”

Nick sighed. “Listen, she’s a good agent, just being led by her own emotions is her only problem.”

“Why are her emotions leading her?”

“She’s not Thor’s daughter... She’s Loki’s. Asgard’s lost him and Odin asked me to help find him. We’re thinking that her first crime scene will be from him.”

“Her father is Loki! He caused a nightmare in New York!”

“I know that and we can’t have her working with The Avengers because of that!”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Fury?”

“Her grandfather wanted it to be a secret unless it was need to know.”

“SIR! You are not allowed to go in there!” The yelling of Vance’s secretary echoed into the room as the door opened and in walked a tall man with ginger hair and green eyes.

“Hello, gentlemen. I believe you have my daughter.”

“Darling..”

Charlotte jumped onto the man and hugged him. “Father!”

Loki ran his hand through her dark hair and kissed her head. “What have those men done to you?”

“Nothing that I couldn’t handle.”

“Show me, Daughter.”

Charlotte stepped back and looked down, her team and bosses watching her as her own illusion of what she wanted them to know what she looked like dropped and revealed a woman the size of a teenager, and her face was mangled in scars. “I said, I handled it, Father.”

Ziva looked away while Tony looked down. Loki ran his hand over her face and the girl’s face looked normal. “Odin took his anger out on his only grandchild, technically the only heir to the throne and look at me.”

Loki held the girl close to him next, Charlotte shoved her face into his chest, her entire body shaking. “You are beautiful the way you are, Darling. I know that you know that, you can’t hide from the silver tongue.”

Charlotte tried to hide the small giggle she let out before stepping back and the man turned into a cat, jumping up onto her shoulder to sit. The cat licked her ear making her giggle and she headed for the desk she was assigned to. “I hope you don’t mind two Frost Giants helping the case.”

#NCIS MARVEL CROSS OVER!#loki #ncis #gibbs #gibbs being a dad #tony dinozzo #ziva david #mcgee #idk what else to add

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If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

TITLE: If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 40

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Odin found Loki on Jotunheim, he did not take him to raise as his son, as Frigga was pregnant at the time, instead he was given to a normal Aesir family. Years later, Loki meets Odin’s daughter Sigyn, and trouble ensues.

The whole inn was fast asleep when the ravens began to hammer frantically on the glass of both Thor’s and Sigyn’s rooms. Sigyn was awake when it started, thinking of her sons, their adorable faces, a mix of their races combined. She felt her love for them grow every moment she spent thinking about them. When the raven began to caw violently, she turned to look at the window only to see the raven flapping its wings.

‘What is going on?’ Sif asked worriedly.

‘I don’t know.’ Sigyn rose and walked over, opening the window, the raven coming in immediately and flying around her.

‘Sig?’ Thor’s voice came from outside the room. Sif rose from her bed and opened the door. Thor did not even wait to see what was going on, he rushed in. ‘We are leaving, now.’

‘What is it?’ Thor did not answer at first. ‘Thor?’

‘I am not sure, but we need to go.’

Sigyn turned and looked at Sif, a moment later, she was dressed in her armour. She also used her seidr to do the same to the others, who she could hear rummaging around for their clothing and then she organised their possessions before turning towards Thor. ‘That will save us time.’

‘I am sorry, Sigyn.’

‘If this is not a real emergency.’ She stated before altering her clothing.

Sif and Thor stared as she walked out of the room. ‘When did you get fitted for armour?’ Thor asked.

‘Never needed to, I can magic my own.’ Sigyn stated as she walked passed the others and to the stairwell.

‘So why did you have mine made professionally?’

‘I wanted it to be carved perfectly and with a talent I do not possess. Why does anyone go to professionals?’

‘If you had just done this….’

‘If I could turn back time, I still would have done as I did.’ She stated as she walked to the stables and used her seidr to tack their horses before pulling out Tempest and rubbing his neck. ‘Back to Asgard now, Big Man.’ The horse snorted in response. Mounting their horses, the group went to a safe area to call Heimdall and waited for the guardian to open the Bifrost and bring them back.

As soon as they landed in the Bifrost, they realised something was amiss.

‘Heimdall?’ Thor asked, watching the Einherjar that were standing at the doorway that led along the bridge. ‘Heimdall, what is happening?’ The Guardian said nothing but gave a glare towards the guards.

‘His Highness and the Warriors are requested back at the palace immediately.’ The Einherjar stated. The men had their horses move forward while Sif and Sigyn had theirs remain still.

Thor giving his sister a concerned look as he did. ‘Is their reason for my sister and the Lady Sif to remain here?’

‘The Lady Sif was included in your grouping of warriors. Her Highness, however, is to be brought back to the city via a ship.’ The guard explained.

‘Why?’ Fandral was the one to ask, though they were all thinking about it, he received no answer.

‘Fandral, go with Sigyn.’ Thor ordered. ‘Hogun, take his horse, I will take Sig’s.’

Sigyn dismounted and pulled the reins over her horse’s head. ‘Do as he says, okay?’ She kissed the horse’s nose before giving her brother the reins.

‘Are you armed?’ He asked worriedly, looking at the severe lack of weaponry his sister seemed to be donning in comparison to them all.

Sigyn merely smirked and shot out both her arms by her sides, two large and jagged blades seemed to appear as though extending from her arms. ‘You don’t need to worry about me.’ Thor nodded, though startled by her actions and called the other warriors to follow him, they cantered off immediately.

‘Did you know she could do that?’ Sif asked as they did so.

‘The Lord Fandral was not to come with you.’ The Einherjar stated, looking at Sigyn’s weapons somewhat fearfully.

‘I don’t care, he is my fiance, he is coming with me, for my safety.’ she strutted towards the doorway of the Bifrost. ‘Heimdall, what is waiting for us?’

‘The Allfather has forbidden my saying Princess, it is somewhat a cold reception that awaits you.’

Sigyn paused at his choice of words. ‘How cold?’

‘Icy.’

Sigyn’s eyebrows rose. ‘Well, this is going to be interesting.’

She boarded the boat and stood as it made its way into Asgard’s city and to the palace, she watched Thor and the others ride along the long bridge, looking at them as they passed before the boat continued, coming to a stop at the balcony to the monarchs bedrooms. Sigyn looked at the guards, who said nothing as she stepped off, inhaled deeply and walked towards her parent’s common area.

On arriving in them, she was unsurprised to see her mother waiting for her, though it was clear that Frigga had not expected Fandral to be with her. ‘Oh…’

‘No one would tell myself or Thor what was going on. You hardly think he would leave me unattended?’ She questioned boredly. ‘So, I assume there is something interesting happening?’

‘We have company.’ Frigga looked her daughter up and down. ‘Why are you dressed like that?’

‘The way you say that makes me glad I am dressed like this. Father had us woken in the middle of the night, of course I am dressed in case I have to defend myself. What is going on?’

‘There are Jotnar in the palace.’

‘Father and the guards will make short work of them.’ Sigyn dismissed.

‘They are here to talk.’

Sigyn’s brow raised. ‘Okay?’

‘Do you know anything about this?’

Sigyn clenched her jaw. ‘I was on Vanaheim, with Thor, Fandral and the rest of the group. I had nothing to do with this. What could ever make you think I did?’

‘It is odd timing.’

Sigyn felt her rage rise. ‘I did not even know that Thor planned this getaway. I get out of this golden prison for one night and I am being blamed for something. How is the Jotnar coming here my fault?’

Frigga paused for a moment before saying anything more. ‘Fandral, could you please step outside for a moment?’ He looked at Sigyn worriedly but she nodded and he did as requested. ‘Your names was one of the first things mentioned.’

‘That is hardly surprising, I am the first Aesir to be seen on their realm that we know of in a millennium and I am the daughter of their rival, it makes sense that they would reference me. I told you myself that we were confronted by them. It is not news to either of you. What do they want?’

‘Apparently, they will not say until you are there.’

‘Well, I am somewhat more diplomatically minded than Thor.’ she shrugged. ‘I also am probably the first Aesir in a thousand plus years to speak with them, not at them. They are not bloodthirsty barbaric beasts, they are beings, with emotions, families…’

‘Like him?’

‘Like his mother.’ Frigga’s face dropped. ‘Sansa, right? She was your friend. She was married to Laufey, she loved him. He was wanted and created in a loving marriage and yes, Father saved his life, but that is not all of that story. He would have died if he had not found him, but he was part of a family. His father wanted him.’ Frigga said nothing. ‘You are so angry at me that you are willing to ignore a chance of peace?’

‘Do you honestly think that is what they want?’ It was clear from the manner Frigga spoke, she did not think it.

‘What do you assume it to be?’

Frigga walked forward. ‘Your condition was noted when there. They know everything.’

‘You think them about to out our dirty secret?’ She turned and looked around the room. ‘And if they do?’

‘Do you think Fandral would look at you after such a revelation?’

‘Do you think him so fickle? Do you think he does not care at all for me?’

‘Who could want…?’

Sigyn shook her head. ‘I always thought we were close before this. I thought we spoke often and intelligently, I thought we were women of a standard that we could rival any man. You think so little of me, that I cannot make a man enjoy my company with anything other than my body. Are you so vain?’

‘What?’

‘I have not gone a month of my life in the last few decades without being told of how similar I look to you. You clearly think it is my appearance that has him interested.’ Frigga pursed her lips. ‘I may be deemed beautiful to some, but I am so much more than my face, I know that. You seem to have forgotten.’ She turned to leave.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I am going to see what the Jotnar want. I want to see if we can have peace, as any royal should.’ Sigyn walked off and out the door. ‘Let’s go.’ She ordered. Fandral, who was waiting somewhat awkwardly in the hallway, jumped slightly before doing as she asked.

A moment later, the door opened again. ‘Sigyn, do not go there.’ Frigga ordered.

‘I am going, Mother.’ She felt Frigga attempt to stop her with her seidr, so she stopped of her own accord and chuckled at her mother. ‘Do you think that will work, on me?’ She almost sneered at her, causing Frigga to stare at her in shock. ‘Surprised?’

‘You...how…?’

‘You taught me well.’ Sigyn turned again and continued walking.

‘You have done enough damage.’

That caused Sigyn to scoff again. ‘It appears I may have repaired some of his damage.’

‘“His”?’

‘Odins. I have opened the lines of communication. You have been married to him for what, eighteen hundred years now? How many times has he done such a thing? Be honest. Because I have read extensively on diplomatic relations, and by my calculations, there were six realms on good terms with Asgard before he took the throne, in the time with his as Allfather, we have not bridged the gaps between ourselves and those we have not been close with, and have actually had war with not one, but two realms. One of which was an ally before he took the throne.’

‘Sigyn.’ Frigga warned.

‘No, do not just say my name and expect silence in return, give me something that contradicts my statement with fact?’ Frigga said nothing. ‘Exactly. We have no communications with Muspelheim or Midgard, Svartalfheim is nothing to anyone, we have been at war with Jotunheim and Nilheim and there have been no new alliances, am I wrong?’ Frigga again stayed quiet, though she noticed both the guards in the hallway and Fandral’s reactions to Sigyn’s words. ‘No, I am not. This is a chance at peace, to ally with one of our truest allies once more. Asgard and Jotunheim were allies against the Dark Elves, they stood beside us. King Fionn was by Grandfather’s side in the battle. He died for what was right, we honoured him, until Father and King Laufey fought. Then we tore down the statue to him, erased what was for fear of altering the new agenda.’

‘Laufey attacked Midgard, or did you forget that?’

Because he was under the impression his beloved wife, your friend, and his son were being held there. Do you think Father would have let some realm have you held when you carried Thor? I don’t. I think he would have slaughtered man, woman and child alike to get you home.’ Fandral’s eyes widened as he looked between mother and daughter, having never heard such events, when the queen’s face confirmed her daughter’s words, he was startled beyond words. ‘I am not letting Father ignore this olive branch.’ she focused on her mother and used her seidr to force her back into her chambers, locking the door behind her. ‘We cannot have my father start a new war to stroke his ego.’ She stated as she walked on towards the throne room.

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The Baseborn Princess and the Aesir Prince

TITLE: The Baseborn Princess and the Aesir Prince

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a bastard daughter of a king of a far-off realm, the product of his drunken loneliness at battle. His guilt of cheating on his wife drove him to send you to live on Midgard, but due to the fact that his other children (and his wife) adore you, you’re often invited to visit. RATING: Teen and Up

For a few days, people saw little or nothing of Clodagh, she would be spotted from time to time in the gardens, but she seemed to actively seek places away from others. Her father and Lydia waited, as did her siblings and the Aesir royal family. The only ones that really saw her were Huginn and Muninn, and they seemed to understand her need to be away from other people and did not show their master the elf that seemed to love spoiling them with attention and the occasional bit of food.

Loki watched longingly from afar, he wanted nothing more than to be around her, to help her through processing her whole situation, but he forced himself to remain a step back, to give her the space she needed, as hard as it was for him.

‘Brother, care to spar?’ Thor asked in good humour one afternoon.

‘No, not today.’

‘You’ve done nothing since Clodagh has rejected you.’

‘She didn’t reject me, she is taking time to deal with issues that have arisen in her life in that aspect and others.’

‘Meaning?’

‘There has finally been a breakthrough in the wall between herself and Sika, it is causing her to have to question a lot in herself so she is taking a few days to deal with it all, adding to that, she is worried as to what would be expected of her were she to be my wife.’

‘Well, we can start small, like not hitting me.’ Thor stated lowly.

‘Don’t grab small animals from her then.’ Loki warned.

‘They really like her, don’t they? Father said his ravens spend more time with her than him, they figured out how to unlock the window to get out to her, Mother has to use her seidr to lock them in.’

‘She has that effect.’

‘So, how long before she accepts or declines?’

‘Only she can answer that.’

Thor clapped his shoulder. ‘I hope you get your answer soon, Brother.’

Thor wandered the side garden for no reason in particular, he needed air but the training grounds were being used for drills for the Einherjar, forcing him to seek other areas to fit his requirements. He meandered through it aimlessly, just killing time when he paused and stared open-mouthed at what he was seeing in front of him.

‘Just look at Muninn, see how he stretches his wings, Muninn, don’t be a sourpuss, show her properly, it’s not like she is going to use flight to steal your perch, you silly boy.’

Thor watched as Clodagh help up a tiny bird next to his father’s raven, the raven stretching its wings as she requested.

‘See, that’s not hard, you do it.’ The bird did as she asked also. ‘Well done. Rabble, you’re a duck, you can fly but you are too lazy to do it, I have seen you, so do not play coy.’ There were a few quacks at that. ‘Mortimer, what will we do with him?’ She laughed before Thor caught her eye. ‘Hi.’

‘You are like something from a storybook.’ Thor commented.

‘What do you mean?’

‘The way you talk to them, they understand you, it’s odd to see. It is like stories from childhood, more like you are a faerie than an elf.’

Clodagh found herself laughing at the thought. ‘I am not a faerie, though that would be fun, I would think.’

‘It would be dangerous,’ She cocked her head slightly as she looked at Thor. ‘Loki is known for his mischief, so too are faeries, a creature born of both….’ He chuckled, but Clodagh bit her lips together. ‘Are you going to decline my brother?’

‘I...I don’t want to.’

‘But?’

‘I fear I am not suited to him.’

‘Do you know, before I met you, I resigned my brother to never meet anyone to his liking?’ She looked at him sceptically. ‘No, honestly. I knew he could never have a conventional wife, it would not be in his nature, he needed someone as unique and unconventional as him, seeing you like this, as your true self, it makes me relieved that he will have what he so rightfully deserves, a woman after his own heart.’ She said nothing in return, Thor looked at the small bird that was imitating the ravens. ‘What’s wrong with it?’

‘A hawk killed its mother, I have not seen a male one here, so it doesn’t know how to fly, it needs instruction, so of course, the ravens are the best assistants for that.’

‘Huginn is not being a good aid?’

‘Huginn is off on a message for the Allfather, Muninn here is not obliging as much as he should.’

‘You can tell them apart?’

‘You can’t?’

‘No,’ Thor looked at the raven, who seemed indignant at his response.

‘They are completely different, different colourings, different personalities.’

‘They are both black ravens.’

‘Huginn has a tint of green and purple to his wings, Muninn here, has blue and pink.’ She explained as though it was as clear as day.

‘Uh-huh.’ Thor looked at her confused. She just gave a small shrug back. ‘How likely are you to accept Loki?’

‘Why do you ask?’

‘I am worried for my brother, I know you declining will crush him, he clearly loves you.’ she frowned. ‘I am not trying to guilt you, you can only make a choice in this life that is right for you, but I would like to know for my brother’s sake.’

‘You’d want to help him through.’

‘Yes, I would.’

‘I want to say yes, I love him more than words…’

‘But?’

‘I am so scared I will ruin everything.’

‘We can stay as we are and risk nothing in life, but then we risk experiencing nothing, if we risk, we risk failure, but we also can risk being happier than we ever thought possible.’

‘Those are some very wise words.’

‘Loki said them to me, when he told me he was going to ask for your hand.’ Clodagh looked at him shocked. ‘He is willing to risk his heart for you. All I ask is you put him out of his misery, one way or another. I know you are dealing with things you are not willing to discuss, but think of this, Loki is a sensitive being, seidr is only able to manifest in a being that is such. For the last five days, he has been wondering if the elf he has given his heart to is going to make him the happiest Aesir alive or crush his heart, think how that is affecting him.’

‘You’re a good brother, even if you can be a bit self-obsessed from time to time.’

‘We all have our faults.’ Thor shrugged. ‘Is that the same hedgehog?’

‘Yes, that’s Morti.’

‘I thought Loki said you released him.’

‘I did, but he’s not doing too well.’

‘What will happen with him?’

‘I may have to look after him permanently. His eye is getting worse and the other eye isn’t looking good.’

Thor looked at the prickled creature. ‘Poor guy, he’s actually sort of cute.’

‘Yes, they are, aren’t they?’ She smiled affectionately, looking down at the hedgehog. ‘He loves Loki too.’

‘Loki always liked animals, not like you though, I didn’t think anyone could like animals as you do.’

‘I am a special case.’

‘Indeed.’ Thor gave a smile to show his jesting. ‘I will see you again soon, hopefully I will be preparing to call you Sister, and will enjoy your company as such, your brothers sing your praises so well, I think they are saddened to see you and Amelia depart, but considering the joy you bring both my brother and one of my closest friends, I am glad you are both here, and that you will have one another’s company often with your matches.’

Clodagh paused. ‘We would, wouldn’t we?’

‘You had not thought of that?’ She shook her head. ‘Were Loki and I to have had to seek our spouses on a basis as you both did, I would think it would be something I would realise and aim for.’

‘I hadn’t thought of it.’ She admitted, but a small smile came to her face as she did. ‘Thank you, you have made a decision a slight bit easier.’

‘You are going to say yes?’ Thor smiled.

‘I was scared of being here, facing this alone, but the knowledge that at least, on occasion, I will have my sister as well as Loki, it makes it all the easier.’

‘There are no better words you could say, I am elated.’ Thor beamed.

‘You’re going to gloat you helped this, aren’t you?’

‘It’s not a lie.’ Thor pointed out.

‘I can see why you and Loki clash horns, you are two troublemakers.’ she scoffed.

Clodagh went in search of Loki, but to her surprise, she could not find him. She was about to see if the Allfather or Allmother knew where their son was when she bumped into Liam, the youngest of her brothers.

‘Clods, just who I was looking for.’

‘What’s the alibi, and what am I covering for?’ She asked, her arms folded.

‘As much as I love knowing you always have my back, not today.’ He grinned. ‘Father wants you.’

‘Good or bad?’ She asked worriedly.

‘Dunno, he said just find you and get you to come to the throne room.’ Liam explained.

‘The throne room, the Allfather’s one?’

‘Well, he hardly means the one in Alfheim.’ Liam scoffed.

They went to the room, Clodagh becoming uneasy as she noticed not only her father, Lydia and her siblings there but also Loki and his parents. ‘Have I…?’

‘Norns Clodagh, will you ever cease thinking you have done something to warrant worry.’ Lydia scolded. ‘The only time you have been corrected in your life is for this sort of self-correction.’

‘Then….?’

‘We need to discuss a matter with you.’ Sika stated plainly.

‘Is it to do with my decision, because I wanted to talk to Loki about that in private first.’

‘Really?’ Loki looked at her, scared to hope she had decided.

‘Yes, I was looking for you when Liam found me.’ She explained.

‘No, it is not to do with that, though I think everyone is glad to hear that much will be dealt with soon.’ Lydia gave an encouraging smile. ‘It is...well, Sika.’

Sika cleared his throat, looking uncertainly at Clodagh. ‘The Allfather and I were speaking. As you are my daughter not by marriage, like your brothers and sister.’ Clodagh swallowed at that, even though it was no secret, it still hurt to hear it said. ‘I want to have you in equal standing, officially. I explained to you already that...well, you know.’

‘But it cannot...bastards can’t be made legitimate.’ Clodagh pointed out. Everyone’s faces altered slightly at her use of that word, ranging from sad to angry.

‘I told you, do not use that word.’ Sika barked.

‘Indeed, I have told you also.’ Frigga added sternly, ‘Loki?’

‘It goes without saying.’

‘Not saying it does not make it any less of a fact.’ She argued.

‘I will not have that word used in my throne room.’ Odin growled, ending all discussion on that particular discussion. ‘You are King Sika’s daughter by blood, not Queen Lydia’s.’ Clodagh looked sadly to Lydia, showing how she wished it was a false claim. ‘But your father wants it that you can be.’

Clodagh stared at the Allfather then to her father, confused. ‘How?’

‘Legally, Lydia can claim you as her daughter, you are orphaned, technically, because of Genevieve’s passing as she did. When you came to the palace, though we had you tended to, you did not formally get recognised.’ Sika explained.

‘I gathered as much.’

‘And as such your parents were never declared.’ Sika explained further.

Clodagh frowned, her brow knitted together as she processed what he was saying. ‘So, if you have the Recognition take place and call Lydia my mother….how does that affect everything, Lydia was pregnant with Amelia?’

‘We do not claim me as your biological mother, Genevieve is your mother, no one should ever take that from her, even posthumously. We can, however, state that as you were an infant, so vulnerable and in need of a mother, that I took the role.’ Lydia explained. ‘It means a small fib on our behalf, but it does legitimise you. Apparently a few generations ago, the Queen turned out to be barren so she and her King had a mistress of sorts to carry their young but to legitimise them, there had to be a rule change. Since the queen raised the child and it was of official bloodlines, it could be allowed.’

‘But where is the fib?’ Clodagh frowned, trying to understand what angle everyone else was on.

‘About Lydia raising you.’ Sika explained.

‘But she did raise me. Well, her and my maids, but all of us had them.’ Clodagh pointed out. ‘She had my clothes chosen, my lessons, she was there for all of the firsts I can remember, she taught me about puberty, she taught me to deal with all of that, I felt as embarrassed as my siblings when she tried to sing, is that not what a mother is, someone to guide and often times embarrass you?’

There was a stunned silence from the monarchs and grins and nods of concurrence from the younger royals. ‘She has you all there, see, it’s been a formality all along.’ Eoin laughed.

‘Indeed.’ Odin chuckled. ‘Well, it seems we have that sorted.’ He turned to Clodagh. ‘So long as you are satisfied with it?’

‘I...guess?’ Clodagh felt herself becoming somewhat concerned with it all again.

‘You are not going hiding for another week,’ Diarmaid commented, ‘Seriously, it’s been long enough. Forget finding yourself, you could have found ice on Nidavellir in that time.’

‘Diarmaid.’ Lydia scolded.

Clodagh smiled at her brother, the most sarcastic of them, he always made her laugh. She noted too that Loki was looking at her, when she looked at him, she could see the silent prayer in his features, he wanted nothing more than for her to say yes, but he seemed ready for no. Part of her thought to ask that they go somewhere quiet and talk, but she thought too of Thor’s words, and how she was forcing Loki to wait on, uncertain as to where he stood and how it was unfair on him. So instead of wasting any further time, and putting Loki out of misery, she walked over to him and stood beside him, putting her hand in his and looking at him sheepishly. For a moment, Loki stared at her before closing his grip slightly and holding her hand, a genuine smile on his face, pulling her against him, gently.

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