When Loki was taken from Jotunheim by Odin, Laufey was distraught. He searched for his son for centuries before finally coming to terms with the fact that his son is most likely dead. During this time, his wife gave birth to his daughter, Lola Laufe...
"Heart rate is dropping!" Bruce yelled from Loki's side, thirty minutes later, as the odd machine my brother was hooked up to started beeping. I was there in an instant.
I put my hands on his chest and started pulsating my magic through his body. He isn't dying today. He can't die today. Not when I've just figured out how to raise the dead, without consequence.
I could bring his children back.
He can't die today...
Present
Five hours later
He's ok.
He's alive.
His heart is beating.
His lungs are breathing
He's ok.
He's alive.
Sort of. He is in a coma, that's the word Bruce used. Back home, we call it 'fortsatt', Allspeak for 'still'.(an- Allspeak isn't an actual language, so I improvised and used Norwegian) Because that is what he is. Still. Lifeless. He looks dead, and it's scary.
Thor retired to his chambers a while ago, too scared to be the last one to see Loki alive. Wanda and Pietro, bless their hearts, have exhausted themselves trying to help me. They got my remedy kit boxes from a hidden room behind a bookshelf.
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They didn't know which one I meant so they grabbed all of them and Pietro ran with them, one by one to ensure they didn't get damaged.
In the end, I needed to use a bit of all them.
The twins are both curled up on a one-person sofa, fast asleep, as I mixed more curing potions.
Cinnamon, chamomile, basil, pepper, and nutmeg.
That's what I put in the dish before crushing it in a clockwise motion. The grindings are put into a filter and I strain it in some water. It wouldn't taste very nice, so I guess it's a good thing that it isn't to be consumed orally. (an-don't even think about it...) I use the liquid mixture to dampen a cloth, that I then gently dab and place onto Loki's wounds. I grabbed another cloth and wrapped it around my arm where I was burnt.
His wounds are very, very, slowly starting to nit themselves back together. "That's amazing." I heard a voice quietly breathe out in the dark room that is only lit up by a single light green candle by my side.
I look up from my brother's still body to see Wanda staring at Loki's wounds that are starting to heal.
I beckoned her over with a tilt of my head and she came to my side. I handed her the now empty wooden dish and the grinder. "Add in these and carefully grind it, in a clockwise motion." I softly instructed her, and her eyes lit up at the thought of helping me.
I handed her the same ingredients as I put in before and she did as she was told.
We made small talk, I asked her where she grew up, and she answered saying in an orphanage in Sokovia. She told me that the orphanage had said that her parents died, and there were no other living relatives that her and Pietro had. I silently cursed Odin in my head for making my children grow up like that.
Both of the twins were bullied because they were 'different', and i vowed to her that I wouldn't let anyone harm either of them for as long as I lived, and into my afterlife.
Wanda finished grinding it and I handed her a filter. She carefully tipped it in and put it in the warm water. I handed her a cloth and a small spoon so she could strain the herb-filled filter.
After she took the filter out, she dipped in the cloth until her fingers were nearly skimming the water, just as mine were. I removed one of the older cloths and told her to place the one that she just made on the wound.
"I thought it would be much more difficult?" She stated, but in a quizzical tone.
"It just depends on how you are taught. My mother handed me one of her old notebooks and some herbs and told me to make up a cure for physical injurys. Of course she sat there with me while I did it, but I had no help. I found it difficult to learn that way, and thought it would be best if I told you what herbs to use and how to use them. It all depends on the teacher, and the student's will to learn." I said to her.
"What was she like? Your mother?" She asked me.
I smiled fondly at all the memories. "She was brave, and extremely stubborn. She taught me everything, from public manners, all the way to the little tricks I would play on the guards around the castle. She was my best friend." I reminisced in the simpler times of my life.
"She sounds amazing." Wanda smiled.
"She was." I smiled back. The thought of my dead mother still hurt, it always will, but I can't, I won't, dishonor her memory by pushing her to the back of my head.
"How did she die?"
"She had a miscarriage in her third trimester. She had to deliver the baby like she would when she was full-term. Except the baby was stuck in her pelvis. The healers performed a Cesarean Section, I believe that is the term here. The blood-loss slowly killed her." I replied, biting back tears, not wanting to cry infront of my daughter.
"She would have been proud of you." A pained and stiff voice sounded throughout the silent room.
Loki.
"You're awake." I stated with a smile.
"And you can state the obvious." He sarcastically said with a small chuckle.
"Do you want to go tell Thor that Loki's awake?" I said to Wanda. She nodded and stood up before walking out the room.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him as I replaced another cloth.
"Dirty." He joked, hinting at the fact he was still in the clothing that he was wearing when he was taken, and was covered in grime.
"Well, I figured you wouldn't want me or Thor to change you and give you a bed bath while you were unconscious." I half-heartedly sassed as I cleaned a wound I missed on his eyebrow.
"Fair enough."
"Brother!" Thor yelled as he ran into the room, startling Pietro awake and causing Loki to wince at the sudden loud noise.
"I didn't hit the toddler on purpose!" Pietro said before looking around and trying to shy his way into the seat.
"Try and keep it down abit, Thor." I gently said to him, ignoring my son's odd sleep-talking comment, and he timidly smiled and nodded his head.
"How are you feeling?" Thor asked him, as I stood up and started packing my stuff away.
"Worse than when I had to save your witless behind from that bilgesnipe when we were twelve." Loki groaned.
"You took on a bilgesnipe?!" I half-yelled in shock.
"That bad?" Thor grimaced, and both of them ignored me.
An- Loki's ok. For now. What do you think of the little scene with Wanda? Pietro's mama-son time will come soon, don't worry. How do you think Loki's recovery will go? Will it be easy? Will he admit it if he is struggling? You will just have to wait.
