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Flashback 1- Mother(s)

Title- Mother(s)

Type: Flashback/One shot

Rating: PG-13 (violent)

Trigger warnings: Mentions of blood, child abuse, and death

Author: Unbound-Jotunn

“Wake up, child!”

I didn’t have time to fully process what was happening as hurried hands pulled at my still somewhat sleeping body.

“Mother?”

Once my blurred vision started to clear I noticed the slight panic on her face- something was wrong. It was obvious that she was trying to keep calm for my sake.

“Ma’am, you two need to-”

“We’ll be fine here, just watch the door.”

“Yes ma’am.”

My bedroom door closed and in front of it stood four of father’s royal guardsmen, fully armed to the teeth and giving each other worried glances.

“Mother, what’s happen-” “Do you remember how to cloak yourself?”

I stared at her with slight confusion. What does that have to do with anything? Of course I remember. Father wouldn’t let me eat until I had mastered the trick. I hated those days...

“Loki! Do you remember? Answer me.” “Yes, I remember.” “Good. Stand in this corner and cloak yourself for me. Do NOT stop under any circumstances.”

She guided me to a far corner where I could see the entire room and kneeled down in front of me, her hands cupping my face firmly.

“Be strong, child. No matter what happens this night, you must be strong.”

My world began to unravel from that moment on.

“Loki, now!”

Mother stood in front of my bed facing the door and waited, getting into a defensive stance. Someone was coming. My focus shifted to my energy, pushing it out as a hazy film that protected me from sight- no one would see me in this corner. Only mother knew.

Just outside the door, the guardsmen’s yells to defend were heard clearly into my room. Their short lived scuffles followed by a few grunts came quickly. Mother’s stance never faltered, her hands held up and her palms forming bright balls of pure frost energy in preparation. We were given only a few seconds of silence before the door was broken open with a swift kick by a large man in black and gold armor.

“It’s just the witch, sir.”

Behind the man came a rough and irritated voice. Though 'sir’ was speaking in a calm manner, his voice boomed out, echoing off the walls.

“Take her and find the heir.”

Several men rushed in at that moment, reaching out to grab my mother. I felt myself stiffen and press further into the corner even though I knew they couldn’t see me. There was no hesitation in mother’s actions: she pushed the frost energy at the intruders causing them to freeze in place, becoming surrounded by blocks of ice.

“You will take nothing, you níðingr! Coward! Coming after a woman and her child. Is this the ‘mighty Allfather’s’ way!?”

“I do not wish for this, Laufey. You know this.”

“Fight the king one on one! Where is your honor!?”

“Where is yours, frost whore?”

It was Odin! The Asgardian king that my father told me about many times before. Why was he here? What was he doing? What did my mother and I have to do with him? More men walked in behind Odin, moving around their comrades still stuck in ice, waiting for an order from their leader.

“Get the baby.”

“NO!”

She didn’t have time to form more frost energy before Odin’s men were on her, slamming her down to the floor and holding her. I watched in shock as she kicked and yelled, her eyes wide with fear. One male came forward with a long, thin knife drawn, holding it steady over mother’s body.

No! No what was he doing?!

He kneeled over her belly, looking her directly in the eyes as he cut down into her abdomen, jerking the knife from one side of her body to the next. The blood curdling scream that shot out from mother’s lips shook me to my core.

“Get that damn demon out! I won’t tell you again!”

Odin was growing impatient. The man sped up his actions, reaching inside of mother with his hand and yanking out what I thought was her belly, twisting it in his hands and slicing into it repeatedly.

I don’t know when I dropped the cloak. I don’t particularly remember much of anything at the moment, other than the fact that in the time it took me to sprint from the corner to my mother I had crafted a small knife made purely of frost. I may have been just a child but I knew where my strength lied. The icy knife was jabbed into the nearest Asgardian guard’s crotch and my hand slapped against the bastard’s face who had hurt my mother. Before one of the other guards grabbed me, I forced frost energy into the prick’s eye, his pained howling a small and bitter victory.

“Enough!” The king barked.

I barely had time to glance up as Odin’s large fist connected with the side of my face, knocking me down to my hands and knees...covering me with mother’s blood. Our eyes were looking at each other: mine a bold green and her a lifeless hazel.

“Get up, boy.”

Looking around me, I realized the situation I was in. Our guard was down. My mother killed. And who knows what happened to father by now. Was I all that was left? Would I be killed, too?

“Come now, boy. I wish to be home with my wife before sunrise. Get him, Valdemar.”

Odin spun on his heel and left my room without a second look, his guardsman (I’m assuming this was ‘Valdemar’) yanking me up by my hair. The pain trickled down my scalp and towards my neck. A sharp burning rippling it’s way through me while I was dragged towards the main royal chambers. Some time between leaving the room and heading to the throne room I blanked out. I don’t remember anything after that...

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“Do you understand why I did what I did, boy?”

The voice came from above me, startling me into waking up fully and attempting to scramble away from him. Odin simply stared, still waiting for an answer.

“No.”

His hand snapped out instantly to slap me across the mouth.

“No what?”

“No sir.”

“Good. Looks like you’re not as stupid as the average Jotunn. Now answer the question, do you understand or not?”

“No /sir/, I don’t understand.”

Odin reached up to stroke his beard, looking quite proud as if what he’s done to my mother was an amazing feat.

“Farbauti and I had a deal. He didn’t keep up his end as he promised and so I had to take action. What happened with your mother and unborn sibling was consequence of breaking his word with the Allfather. The next time I tell that weakling ‘king’ to give me his army, he’ll listen. What good is a filthy frost giant if they won’t fight like they’re bred to?”

The door to the tiny prison opened and in walked two irritated looking guardsmen. Odin gave them both a short nod and rose to his feet. He left without giving me a second look, leaving me with the two oafs who were sneering at me.

“Try that little ice trick of yours with us, and Farbauti will get a daughter back instead of a son.”

I shrunk into the fetal position on the bed, my hands covering my face as the men’s fists rained down on my frame. The beatings lasted all night.

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“What’s the meaning of this!? Get him out, now!”

“Yes, ma’am! Right away, ma’am!”

Keys could be heard clinking roughly together followed by the rushed stomping of boots over the dirty prison floor. I wanted badly to see what was happening but thanks to the guards my eyes were swollen shut, causing me to rely on my hearing alone.

“Sweetheart, what’s your name?”

A soothing voice came close to my bed and I flinched away.

“No, no, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Here, let me help.”

A hand laid over my eyes and the other was placed right above my ribs, warmth beginning to spread from her palms to my face and body. Soon I was able to see the kind face of the woman next to me, and all the pain was nearly gone.

“Come here, little one. Don’t be frightened.”

She pulled me into her arms as if I were her own child, rocking me side to side. My own mother never held me like this.

“You’re safe now, Loki.”

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