Laufeysdottir: Loki's Little Sister

Chapter 17

Catch-up

He looked confused but nodded his head and we both left his chambers and made our way back to the throne room.

All Hel is about to break loose.

Present

Loki's Pov

"Why am I needed?" I asked Hela.

I saw her hesitance, and only grew more suspicious.

"It is about Odin. And...your children." She started.

"Go on..." I encourage, now confused as to what my children have to do with this.

"Did they ever tell you about how they...y'know, died?" She cautiously asked.

I started to piece things together, but I didn't want to believe it.

"Tell me he didn't. Tell me HE DIDN'T KILL THEM!" I yelled

"I can't lie to the god of such." She softly replied. "I erased that memory from them, their final moments should not have been what they were. I only asked since magic is a fickle thing, and can easily be undone."

I barely heard her over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I stormed towards the throne room and threw open the doors.

"YOU KILLED THEM?!!" I roared as I made my way to Odin's shaking and spluttering form.

I noticed mother grab a hold of Lola's forearm, and gently pulled her aside.

"I did what I had to do, I-"

"THEY ARE CHILDREN!" I cut him off. Mother dragged Lola out of the room and shut the door behind them.

I turned to the man who was once a father to me with a malicious grin, and his single eye widened in fear.

Lola's Pov

Frigga escorted me out of the throne room. We were both still livid, but it was best we leave before I did something Odin wouldn't be here to make me regret.

Hela met us outside the throne room. "You don't think he will kill him, do you?" Frigga asked, concerned for her husband.

"He knows you care for your husband. He wouldn't do anything that would hurt you." Hela responded as Frigga hugged her daughter again.

"He might, though. I know I would. Hel, I still am tempted, but that could end up waging a war." I shrugged.

"You still scare me." Hela jokingly squinted her eyes.

I rolled my eyes and Frigga led us to Loki's chambers. She opened the doors and we walked inside.

Father was sat on a plush green sofa, while the children sat on the floor. Wanda was showing Narfi and Vali her magic, and how it swirls around her fingers. The younglings watched in awe, while Pietro rolled his eyes, muttering something along the lines of "showoff".

Pietro then picked the young twins up and whizzed them around the room, shrieks of laughter filling the air.

My son set the twins down and they were still giggling as they regained their balance.

"Wanda, you should try and keep your fingers loose instead of stiff, your energy will flow more freely. And Pietro, you should try leaning forward and keep your hands flat, and not clenched in a fist. You will be able to run faster." I advised my children.

They did as I counseled, and found that it was alot easier to do their specialties than before. Wanda grinned as her magic flowed effortlessly, unlike before where it was tight around her fingers. Pietro chuckled as he raced around the room quicker than before.

Barely ten minutes had past.

I was sat on the floor with the children, keeping them occupied and distracted, whereas my father and Frigga where sitting in the sofa, likely discussing my mother.

Loki stormed through his door.

His jaw was tense and his fists were balled up at his sides. He looked around the room before walking to his bedroom, which was separated by a door, and locking himself in there.

Frigga sighed and stood up, walking towards his door. I tried my best to distract the younglings, but my own curiosity was burning worse than a flame sent from Muspelheim.

Frigga lightly knocked on the door while whispering something, but a bright green flash escaped the crack beneath the door, sending Frigga to her feet. I set up a shield around my father and the younglings before it reached us and quickly rushed towards the door.

I pounded on it, trying to get it to open, before giving in and using my own magic to counter whatever spell Loki casted on the door and swung it open.

As I predicted, Loki lost control of his sorcery. He wasn't trained the way he should have been, with sorcerers from Jotunheim, but with a gentle Vanir and Asgardian tutors, who haven't a clue how to deal with Jotun magic.

My father knew, and pulled Frigga away from the door, muttering something about "trusting her", presumably talking about me. As I swiftly entered the room, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of betrayal, heartbreak, and anger.

Loki was in the middle of it all, on his knees with his head in his hands. Furniture was flying around the room, and I occasionally had to dodge a wooden chair. I made my way to my brother and pulled his hands away from his face.

Instead of a face full of anger, I found him in tears.

The clear, salty liquid dripped from his eyes as he cried. I pulled him into my arms and simply held him as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I slowly yet efficiently overpowered his magic with my own and stopped the whirlwind of furniture and paper. His room was a mess, but it was nothing a simple spell couldn't fix.

One spell I learned allowed me to absorb an individuals emotions. I could lift a burden off of their shoulders and claim it as my own. And that is what I did with my brother. I whispered the words in my mother tounge and took the weight of his grief away from him. It was unbearable. But I did it for him.

After a while, Loki was asleep, his head on my leg and his hands near his face. I extracted myself from him and used sorcery to lift him up and gently place him onto his bed. His grief still aching in my chest as I walked out of his room, pushing away the tears threatening to spill out my eyes.

I found frigga and my father sitting on the floor with the little ones reading them stories. Upon opening the door, their attention turned to me. My father looked at me and knew what I did. He gave my a sympathetic look as he motioned for Frigga to read his mind.

Moments later Frigga's gasp made me aware that I zoned out while trying to process Loki's emotions. She called a maid in and said something to her. The children were escorted out of the room and I worriedly glanced at the Queen. She gave me a reassuring smile, silently telling the they will be alright, and I zoned back out, glaring at the glass of water I had summoned to my hands.

I felt the sofa dip either side of me, allowing me to know that Frigga and my father were sitting next to me.

"Share it with us." Frigga gently encouraged me. I timidly looked at both of them, and I knew they weren't going to give up.

I hesitantly opened my emotional barriers and shared the pain I took from my brother. I immediately felt better, but the sharp intake of air from both sides of me made me fell slightly guilty and I absorbed some of it back.

I carried the bulk of the grief, only willing to share a small fraction of it, yet I felt numb. Cold, and not physically. I felt mentally drained. And the last thing I remembered was the sound of glass smashing before the world went dark.

An- Sorry this took so long. It is exam and revision week, and this will go on until next Wednesday, leaving little time for updates. As much as people might dislike it, my  future career will always come first. Let me know what you think of this chapter, and don't forget to vote.

Till next time,

Xo
   -Kat