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Chapter 135


Chapter 135
"I've already made the arrangements, I'm coming to Asgard." Loki stared at his wife in disbelief, unsure how to take the news she'd just repeated twice to him. His first response had been instantly a no, but she squared her shoulders and repeated herself.
"You'll leave Ikol here with these humans and risk your own life possibly leaving him an orphan. We could both die Cephera." Loki tried keeping his voice calm, collected, but it wasn't easy.
"He may have no life at all if Thanos prevails. I'm not saying I can tip the scale, but I do think that we need everyone we can get." She replied. He hated how sure she was, how determined.
"Why? You've never enjoyed battle, it's been decades since you've trained properly on a daily basis. Cephera, it's far too dangerous." He shook his head.
"My kind take pride in our history and our training. We've assisted other allied worlds in wars, it's what our treaty agrees to. I will help uphold that promise." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
"And did you ever take part in these wars? Have you ever been to battle, a true battle?" He raised an eyebrow at her. He knew the answer. The last war her world fought in was during the time she was still a child. It was on her home world of Mechanova that it had happened. It was how outsiders ended up banished from being allowed in to live.
He watched her cheeks turn pink, which was answer enough. "It doesn't matter. We have been prepared for this sort of thing all our lives." She insisted.
"I understand your need to help assist your people and as nobility of your realm to honor the contract signed by Odin, but you must think of Ikol." Loki knew their son was the only thread that might win him this argument.
"I am thinking of him," she said. "At least one royal family member must stay behind and that's Rorik, Ikol had no choice being a baby and all. If anything happens to either of us, Rorik will take Ikol to Mechanova to be raised." Loki knew his face was paler than usual, he could feel it.
She wasn't backing down. Loki didn't want to fight. Last night had been such a relief and gave him hope and joy. "If you do this...,"
"I am doing this." She firmly stated, correcting his choice of words.
"We do this carefully. We do not know what to expect, but you stay close to your sister and father." Loki was no fool. He could see she was too determined to back down. Whether he approved, or not, she was going.
"I can agree to that." She replied. "When we reach Asgard I'll be training with my father and my sister." She added as if that might bring him solace, it didn't.
Everything he strived for, keeping his family safe since he'd met Thanos, seemed for naught. Ever decision he made became desolate with her decision to join the ranks of battle.
"I think it's time we opened the pathways of the runes. Allow Jör and Fenrir to assist in this as well. Jör has longed to find something to do and I'm sure he'd be honored to help and Fenrir has been training and aiding the Valkyrie all these years. The Valkyrie themselves may help. The more we have to fight, the better."
Loki pondered her suggestion and agreed. It had been a long time since he'd seen his eldest sons and it could be his last.
Loki pulled Cephera closer to him, her dress still not yet zipped up. As always, he was tempted to lose himself in her arms, but he resisted. He kissed her and helped her zip up the Midgardian summer dress that he still didn't approve of, but hadn't told her.
"I'll feed Ikol. I have your waystone, use it and go see our sons. Let them know what's been happening. I'm afraid so much has been going on I haven't seen them as much as I'd like." She pointed to the little box on her dresser.
Loki opened it to find his waystone. "I'll return for dinner." He told her, kissing her again.
"I'll make sure Thor knows you haven't run off." She put her hand on his arm and smiled before her grip tightened. "You aren't going to run off, right?" She asked.
"There would be no point in it." Loki replied. "I won't leave you again until death takes me." He promised when his first reply only made her glare. Her smile returned and she let go of him to walk away toward Ikol's bedroom.
XxX
The cavern deep within Midgard bellows its ocean was damp as always. When Loki arrived, Jör was curled, sleeping, along the slick smooth rocks.
Loki cracked a smile. He was onc again grateful for Cephera having saved his children. His life wouldn't have been the same without them.
He did wonder if they had been just another plan to separate Loki from his wife. To hurt her emotionally. After all, Tyr had been the plot maker of this plan along with so many other events that shaped Loki's life.
He could almost imagine the frustration Tyr felt when his plans would backfire. He underestimated Cephera's loyalty and trust. Loki was glad Tyr hadn't just killed her. Maybe he saw her as a challenge. Loki enjoyed challenges, why wouldn't Tyr.
Loki was still rather confused on how he should feel about Tyr in general. In many ways he felt he understood how his mind worked. He felt like they were extremely similar, though of course, not the same.
Loki had never seen Cephera react so violently toward anyone before. The fact it was Tyr who did that to her made Loki feel conflicted. It was as if she hated him on a whole, not just Tyr, but Loki knew that wasn't true.
He hadn't asked what Tyr had said to her and she had only told what they had wanted to know. It wasn't that it would anger him knowing what Tyr would dare say to her, but more what hateful words she may have said to him. He feared her hatred for himself, even if it was a different form of him.
Loki would be happy when Tyr was out of their lives and Cephera could push aside her hate and move forward.
"Jör," Loki said waking his son. Jör lifted his head and uncurled his upper body to tower over Loki. His massive size had almost slipped Loki's mind. Loki reached out and lay a hand to his sons beautifully crafted, shimmering scales.
"Father, is it truly you?" Jör asked eyeing him.
"It is. Your mother sent me." He showed the waystone still within his hand and Jör's tight posture relaxed.
"How is she? How is her baby? Boy or girl?" Jör's had grown excited.
"You have a baby brother, Ikol. Your mother is well and sends her love." Loki smiled.
"Fenrir was right. It was a boy after all." Jör looked rather annoyed at that. "He'll never let us forget that he called it right."
Loki chuckled. He knew how over-exuberant his wolf son could be. It did sometimes become irritating but they put up with it. "I will be off to see your brother after this visit. There is much we need to discuss.
Jör's torso curled down so that his head was now eye level. Loki began his tale to prepare his son for the possible upcoming war.
XxX
Loki arrived in Fenrir's cave and paused to look around. The cave no longer looked like a cave. It was encased in marble and chiseled stone. Pillars of smooth white erected from top to bottom giving it a roman temple vibe. The floors were of a solid rock that shone like a pearl.
"Fenrir?" Loki called out. He waited. The cave was big and spanned aches underground in many direction. Finding his son would be no easy task.
Fenrir's keen hearing must have caught his fathers voice. The floor shook under Loki's feet as his son came running into the room, narrowly missing a pillar. He big tail wagging wildly and his snout curved into an awkward smile.
"Father!" Fenrir looked tempted to lick him, but managed to contain himself. Lucky for Loki, who would have been soaked from head to toe in one lick.
"Fenrir," Loki smiled. His son looked well groomed. His fur long and glossy and well maintained. The Valkyrie must be taking good care of him as they promised.
"Father... Wow..., father." Fenrir jumped back and forth and Loki did his best to stay on his feet. Loki literally stood as tall as Fenrir's leg and he might be able to lie across his face and still touch his ears. Fenrir was not the kind of puppy one would want to piss off.
"Calm yourself." Loki cautioned. "I have things to speak with you about." Fenrir stopped his jumping, but his tail continued swinging.
"Where is mama? Is she alight? How's the baby?"
"Your mother and your baby brother are well." Loki replied.
"A brother, I knew it. Wait until I tell Jör!" Loki let out a chuckle and put a hand into his sons fur.
"Let us talk before you go running off." Loki urged his son to sit before he began to explain.

Notes

Comments

@fraychan
Then I have done my job well. :p

Yasumi Yasumi
6/15/15

Your cliff hangers wound me D:

fraychan fraychan
6/12/15

@fraychan
Keep that adrenaline pumping, still a lot to come.

Yasumi Yasumi
5/14/15

Oh god I can't even describe how happy this chapter made me. I'm feeling a slight adrenaline rush haha

fraychan fraychan
5/12/15

@fraychan
I agree, things have could been so much different if things had just come to light sooner.

Yasumi Yasumi
5/7/15