Goodness - A Child's Cry Part 3IN THE HALL OF ASGARD “And Loki cares for this child?” Odin asked, leaning back into his seat. Thor nodded. “He will not admit it and he tries very hard to hide it, but I can see that he is different around her. He is gentle and caring – not to mention that he has spent nearly every waking moment by her side.” “And this child – Caedra, you said her name was – she cares for Loki?" Thor nodded again. “But that is understandable given the circumstances. She is a young, frightened child and he was the first to find her.” He paused. “What should I do, father?” Odin sighed deeply. No longer was he king and still he practically giving orders. “It is not my place to tell you what you must do, Thor.” He answered. “I can only give my opinion.” “Then I would be grateful to hear it.” Thor replied.
Innocence - A Child's Cry Part 2 Every healer was busily tending to what survivors there were, and with every moment more and more arrived. Loki carried the young girl to him, holding her close. He could feel the stares of everyone as he passed by, wondering what on earth he was doing with this child. He didn’t care what they thought. Let them wonder. Let their minds create whatever horrid stories they would. His only concern was for the child in his arms. By now the child had stopped crying, and lay still in his arms as she looked around curiously. When the healers were in sight, she had gripped tighter to Loki’s neck, as if she feared being separated from him. He relished the child’s innocent touch. She trusted him completely – it was not something he was used to. Loki was almost to the healers when someone blocked his path. Loki glared at Thor, who eyed him suspiciously. “What is this, brother?” Thor inquired, staring at the little child that looked up at him with
Resistance - A Child's Cry Part 10 As Loki’s feet touched the cold, icy ground of Jotunheim, he fell suddenly to his knees, gasping for air. He could feel his strength leaving him – the price he had paid to travel through realms. Such magic was costly regardless, but added to that was the fact that Loki had not used any spell nearly so powerful in a very long time. He was therefore out of practice and had no doubt used far more energy than was necessary. Loki stayed crouched for a few more moments, trying to gather enough strength to stand. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at his surroundings. Jotunheim really didn’t look all that much different to him. Jotunheim’s landscape still had icy mountains and spires of dark rock and ice. Now, many of those spires had been leveled and made to be little more than fallen pillars in the snow around him. Vast crevices and trenches snaked off into the distance, revealing just how much damage this realm had suffered, both in the war fought lon
Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 9 “Jotunheim?” Thor repeated. “Why would they go there?” Loki gave a slight shrug. “Undoubtedly they did not intend to. You said Sif attacked him before he could set down the last stone. Having to make such a hurried escape and being rather distracted, he set down the wrong stone.” He glanced from the “Jotunheim” stone in his hand to the “Midgard” stone Thor held. “They look similar enough.” Again Thor glanced down to the stone in his hand as he wondered what exactly he should now do. The obvious answer was to go to Jotunheim, but it would take at least a few days before all the necessary preparations could be made – not counting the overall danger of even going to Jotunheim. With the Bifrost gone, dark energy was the only way to travel between realms, and there were only a select few who could use such magic – a select few that included Loki. Though
Temperance - A Child's Cry Part 5A FEW DAYS LATER The hours of the night passed quickly and the first rays of the morning light began to show through the window. The warm light on his face made Loki open his eyes slowly. He had found peace in his sleep, which was not something he could usually find when awake. Sif’s words from the prior night still haunted him. He wondered how much this man Gallan knew of his niece. Not much, it would seem since he had not come for her, and Sif insisted she was the only one that knew Caedra was even related to this man. But Loki could never be careful enough. His bargain with Sif could be easily broken by either person. Even so, Loki couldn’t say he was completely ungrateful that she was giving him something of a chance to keep Caedra. He glanced down and smiled. Caedra lay curled up against his chest, her hair a tangled mess in her face. She breathed steadily and (more importantly) peacefully. Over the past week she’d had a few more night
Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 8 Loki stood on the balcony adjoining his chambers, gazing out across the city with a grave expression. It was as beautiful a day as possible in Asgard, but he did not seem to notice. He didn’t seem to notice anything, for his mind was only focused on one thing – Caedra. What had become of her and Sif? Thor had set out after them the prior evening and if all had gone well he should have already returned. But he was not back yet, which only left Loki to wonder what had happened. Not knowing was driving him mad. He fingered a piece of fruit between his slender fingers before releasing it to fall to the ground far below. He’d not had much of an appetite since he had been locked in his room. Loki pulled another grape of the vine and let it fall. Grapes were Caedra’s favorite sort of fruit. The child would eagerly eat any she was given, at any time. Loki could only give a faint smile at remembering. He missed her dearly. “Loki?” he heard Frigga
Ignorance - A Child's Cry Part 7 It had been hours since Loki had been dragged out of the throne room. Just how many hours it had been, he didn’t know, and at this point, didn’t care. He had been screaming and fighting the whole way back to his chambers, and even then he had banged on the door for hours after, all the while continuing to shout and scream. He didn’t care that ultimately it did him no good. He just wanted out. He needed out. He only fell silent when from complete exhaustion he collapsed on the floor between the door and bed. When he awoke a few hours later, he was still alone, though he could tell that someone had entered while he had been asleep. A tray of food had been placed on the table, as well as a bucket of ice and a think, sturdy cloth. Loki stood up and glanced down at his hand. It was badly bruised and slightly swollen, especially around his knuckles which had carried the brunt of the force as he’d hit Thor. Wincin
Silence - A Child's Cry Part 1 It had been a bloody battle, to say the least. Countless soldiers from each side had been killed all over the palace. The chance of finding survivors among the carnage was unlikely at this point, but soldiers were still sent out to search. The people still wanted the hope that all had not been lost. Hope. It was such a weak sentiment. What good was hope in a time like this? Hope would not get them anywhere with retaliation. Revenge, anger, that was all one needed. But Thor is ever hopeful…and pathetic. Loki strolled down what was once a grand hall in the palace, taking little notice of the desolation around him. He had wanted, no needed, to get away from the screaming and crying of those who had survived. Their screams were aggravating to him. It probably would not have bothered him so much if he had caused their screams… In the silence he looked around, trying to remember how the palace looked before the attack. Even he had trouble remembering what it onc