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Search and Destroy.

Finally free from her binding. Her eyes and face red because of the years of crying and of venom dripping on her face. Sigyn had tried and helped, but it was no longer necessary. The woman who he had loved and who loved him so deeply and so dearly was long gone, buried under years of resentment. As she stood up, her legs seemed they would fail her. Still, she stood and began walking away. She had pressing appointments to keep. She knew what it all meant. Her binding, the winter of winters. Fenris was to kill Odin. Jormungandr was to fight Thor. Her husband walked behind her, calling out her name. The goddess turned to him, her face showing no emotion. “Sigyn, please, stay” was all she said. In reality, she was much too tired, as was he. She had lost count of how long they spent there together. Her god of constancy keeping her from even more suffering as she was bind with their own son’s entrails. Before leaving, she kissed him one last time, those buried feelings still very true as her lips were pressed against his. After this, she did not know when she was going to see him again. So she kissed him once and twice. “I have to go. I have something to do. I do not wish you to see it”, she said, before vanishing.

Her footsteps were loud against the floor as she strode in. “Come out, come out, Vali! Mommy wants to talk!”, she screamed in anger. As her son appeared, he looked pale, probably out of shock or fear, Loki couldn’t care less. “Loki”, he said, incredibly centered for the situation. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”

The goddess laughed out loud. “Nothing escapes you, Vali. Yes, I have the ragnarok to bring about! But I had to visit you first”, her words filled with poison. “I had  to come here and tell you how your father and I spent the past few years”. At first, her words and tone were calm even, which was only that more frightening. “I was bound, did you know that?!”

“I did” was Vali’s answer, simply, his eyes on the ground.

“Did you know I was bound with your brother’s entrails? That what was left of your brother was keeping me on the ground?”

Vali’s look went back to his mother’s eyes, his eyes widened by the revelation. Rapidly, Loki approached her son and held him by his clothes, an utter look of disgust. “I want you to know that! What you did! You killed him, Vali! YOU KILLED NARFI”, she spat out, yelling. “YOU KILLED HIM!”. Loki took a deep breath. “Sigyn spent this whole time holding a bowl over my head so I wouldn’t have venom dripping on me, as if being bound with my own child’s remains was not punishment enough.”

She released Vali and took a few steps back. “Now, as you know, I have to end the world. But I wanted you to know that I did it because of you.”

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Vali took the medicine and drank it quickly, involuntarily making quite the sour face when he did so. He sighed down at his shirt as if he just wished to rip it off rather than bother trying to manipulate it around his arm, but he did not have another and did not feel the urge to go into town without a shirt to purchase a new one. He wiggled himself carefully out of his shirt, setting it carefully next to him on the table. Upon examining the filthy state of his shirt, he realized Loa was going to have a fit at him when he returned with such dirty clothing. Again.

When Ditte began giving Vali orders, he followed them swiftly and without question. He tucked the pillow beneath his hanging arm, then took the book and placed it between his teeth.

He took a deep breath and nodded to her to indicate he was ready.

Vali had opened his mouth to comment on his formality being something he couldn’t quite help, but shut it when he realized she spoke true. He could not embarrass himself further with any of his actions, since he had already admitted to something so  clumsy and birdbrained. He was glad of this woman’s openness and honesty. It was refreshing and though he didn’t entirely trust it, he was enjoying her company. 

“We best do the shoulder first,” He said grimly, knowing it was going to be massively uncomfortable, “As I believe the sooner it is dealt with the better.” Vali wore a dour expression while he mentally prepared himself. He was no stranger to pain, and while he did not handle it poorly he was sure he would be unable to make no noise during the resetting of his shoulder.

He looked at Ditte with fierce determination showing through, “I am prepared for it, whenever you are, Ditte,” He remarked steadfastly, watching her and waiting for her to make her move.

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Vali had opened his mouth to comment on his formality being something he couldn't quite help, but shut it when he realized she spoke true. He could not embarrass himself further with any of his actions, since he had already admitted to something so  clumsy and birdbrained. He was glad of this woman's openness and honesty. It was refreshing and though he didn't entirely trust it, he was enjoying her company. 

"We best do the shoulder first," He said grimly, knowing it was going to be massively uncomfortable, "As I believe the sooner it is dealt with the better." Vali wore a dour expression while he mentally prepared himself. He was no stranger to pain, and while he did not handle it poorly he was sure he would be unable to make no noise during the resetting of his shoulder.

He looked at Ditte with fierce determination showing through, "I am prepared for it, whenever you are, Ditte," He remarked steadfastly, watching her and waiting for her to make her move.

Vali obeyed Ditte swiftly, lifting his chin for her to inspect his cheek. He winced at the first touch of the wormwood infusion to his cheek, but did not show visible signs of discomfort after that, and said not a word. the bitter smell of the concoction brought back memories from his childhood, memories of other scrapes and cuts and the tender scolding that would go along with them. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the thought of the past, though he quickly brought himself back to the present. 

He watched Ditte as she worked, noting the faint lines of concentration as she wiped the blood away. He studied her features, trying to gleam a life’s history from them. He thought that for most of her life she had eaten well, though she had not been without stresses. He wondered what they were and how they came to be, how she had dealt with them and whether or not they were still around. 

Vali thought that there was a pleasantness to Ditte’s voice. It took him a moment to process what she had asked, and he cleared his throat as cover before answering. “I believe there is also one on my back, as I have been experiencing a pang of pain from the lower region of it every so often,” He confessed with a smidgen of chagrin, “I apologize for being such trouble.” Through his apology, he held himself with dignity, not shrinking or turning away as others might. It was a habit he had learned growing up among nobility. You did not show weakness, even when admitting to faults, for others would be quick to jump upon it.

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Vali obeyed Ditte swiftly, lifting his chin for her to inspect his cheek. He winced at the first touch of the wormwood infusion to his cheek, but did not show visible signs of discomfort after that, and said not a word. the bitter smell of the concoction brought back memories from his childhood, memories of other scrapes and cuts and the tender scolding that would go along with them. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the thought of the past, though he quickly brought himself back to the present. 

He watched Ditte as she worked, noting the faint lines of concentration as she wiped the blood away. He studied her features, trying to gleam a life's history from them. He thought that for most of her life she had eaten well, though she had not been without stresses. He wondered what they were and how they came to be, how she had dealt with them and whether or not they were still around. 

Vali thought that there was a pleasantness to Ditte's voice. It took him a moment to process what she had asked, and he cleared his throat as cover before answering. "I believe there is also one on my back, as I have been experiencing a pang of pain from the lower region of it every so often," He confessed with a smidgen of chagrin, "I apologize for being such trouble." Through his apology, he held himself with dignity, not shrinking or turning away as others might. It was a habit he had learned growing up among nobility. You did not show weakness, even when admitting to faults, for others would be quick to jump upon it.

“A place far from here and to which I’d rather not give a name,” He answered as he watched her work. There was something soothing about the way she moved, the purpose to her actions. 

“I am pleased that it will not be difficult to fix,” He said with nicety in his voice. Though when he continued speaking he sounded full of annoyance, “It would be most disadvantageous for me to be hindered for much more time than I already have been.”

He was enjoying his time on Midgard, exploring and absorbing knowledge. It was such an interesting place, filled with so many things that when his curiosity would be satisfied about one thing it would be piqued in regards to two or even three more things. Though he hadn’t yet found an item interesting enough to him to bring back for his mother. Or perhaps he just did not want to go home. With that thought he felt a pang of guilt, and resolved to go home, at least for a bit, soon.

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"A place far from here and to which I'd rather not give a name," He answered as he watched her work. There was something soothing about the way she moved, the purpose to her actions. 

"I am pleased that it will not be difficult to fix," He said with nicety in his voice. Though when he continued speaking he sounded full of annoyance, "It would be most disadvantageous for me to be hindered for much more time than I already have been."

He was enjoying his time on Midgard, exploring and absorbing knowledge. It was such an interesting place, filled with so many things that when his curiosity would be satisfied about one thing it would be piqued in regards to two or even three more things. Though he hadn't yet found an item interesting enough to him to bring back for his mother. Or perhaps he just did not want to go home. With that thought he felt a pang of guilt, and resolved to go home, at least for a bit, soon.

Vali walked into her house, taking a quick account of things. The first thing he noticed was the warm and earthy smell coming from the cooking pot. It was much different from what he was used to on Asgard, but not unlike the other Midgardian homes he had encountered. He could peer vaguely into another room, presumably where she slept, but most of what he saw appeared to be the kitchen. There was the hearth and the table and many cupboards. He was certain the cupboards were filled with interesting things, and he imagined they would be great fun to look through. Vali would, of course, do no such thing without his gracious host’s permission.   He ignored the pang of hunger in his stomach and concentrated on trying to identify the herbs that hung, drying in clusters. He sat where she had indicated, and winced as he bumped a bruise.

“You may call me Vali,” He said softly, “I thank you for seeing me, ma’am. Early this morning I fell a good height from a tree.” Saying it out loud, it sounded quite ridiculous. He cleared his throat, hoping the faint heat he felt in his face was not becoming too visible.

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On occasion I drag him down, yes.

*Smiles at her son* I love you too, my son. Do not forget that. 

Do tell me, Vali, how have you been? It feels as if I haven’t seen you in ages, dear.

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I have been good. Keeping myself busy. Been on Midgard a lot.

You do, Vali? You have been exploring Midgard again, haven’t you, child? *Sighs* I do not need to repeat myself and ask you to be careful, do I?

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Vali walked into her house, taking a quick account of things. The first thing he noticed was the warm and earthy smell coming from the cooking pot. It was much different from what he was used to on Asgard, but not unlike the other Midgardian homes he had encountered. He could peer vaguely into another room, presumably where she slept, but most of what he saw appeared to be the kitchen. There was the hearth and the table and many cupboards. He was certain the cupboards were filled with interesting things, and he imagined they would be great fun to look through. Vali would, of course, do no such thing without his gracious host's permission.   He ignored the pang of hunger in his stomach and concentrated on trying to identify the herbs that hung, drying in clusters. He sat where she had indicated, and winced as he bumped a bruise.

"You may call me Vali," He said softly, "I thank you for seeing me, ma'am. Early this morning I fell a good height from a tree." Saying it out loud, it sounded quite ridiculous. He cleared his throat, hoping the faint heat he felt in his face was not becoming too visible.

Vali had stumbled onto the edge of the village shortly after sunrise. He had woken with a start to the feeling of falling and then a hard impact with the ground below him. T’would be the last time he ever slept in a tree. Well, at least until his arm healed. He had hovered in the shadows, on the edges of crowds until he picked up information about a local healer. Ditte, they called her. 

He followed some directions from a cheese merchant who eyed him strangely. Vali was under no illusions as to his appearance. He was rather filthy, his hair was in tangles as well as being two-toned. He hadn’t gotten around to redyeing it while on Midgard. Add to that the fact that he couldn’t really move his left arm for the pain, he was sure to look utterly lacking in sanity. 

He hovered outside her door for a moment or two before knocking with his good arm, waiting somewhat impatiently for an answer. The pain in his arm was beginning to become bothersome, though he could hardly blame anyone else for that. It was his own stupidity that had gotten himself injured, after all.

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You've Got your Daddy's Eyes.

It was a rather cool afternoon and somehow, Loki knew it to be a memorable day, although she had gone about her day as it was any other day. Back at home, her sons played, sitting on the ground. Or rather, Vali played with his toys while Narfi acted as the big brother he was, watching Vali, making sure he was unharmed, as he learned to use his hands and arms in more complicated ways. Vali lifted his toy and raised it above his head, making all sorts of acute sounds. Every so often, Narfi would do the same, as if trying to have a conversation. Other times, Narfi would help Vali, holding him and keeping him from falling on his back. The goddess could hardly believe her luck. Two beautiful sons and an equally beautiful husband, who no doubt was the reason behind their son’s nature.

“Mooom”, the sweetest voice woke Loki from her gaze. She met Narfi’s eyes and smiled from ear to ear. “Mom, I think Vali is trying to get up”, he said, highly amused by his little brother. And indeed Vali was. He had his hands and feet on the floor and tried to pull himself up, to no avail. Instead, he seemed about to walk on all fours, but he giggled still. Narfi only watched, smiling at himself because of his brother’s efforts. The goddess walked towards the two and sat down by them. Vali too was sitting, probably wondering how to make his legs work like Narfi’s. 

“Narfi, my child, go and call your father”, Loki asked of him, knowing Sigyn was home. Their eldest stood up and ran, which only made Vali pout and make an pre-crying face Loki knew so well. “No, no, no, my love”, Loki reassured him, as she too stood up. The goddess leaned forward and, placing careful hands under the infant’s armpits, brought him to his tiny feet. His first time standing up was clumsy and Loki knew that if she was not holding him, he would not last a couple of seconds like that. As Vali’s body got used to the idea of standing up, Loki could hear two sets of footsteps getting closer. One was light and hurried, as if it was running, not walking, tiny footsteps against the floor; the other one was sure and heavier, walking with the certainty of a warrior. When she looked up, there they were, her husband and their eldest holding his father’s hand, pulling him towards where Loki and Vali were. 

Without saying a word, Loki looked down at Vali again, who was leaning forward. He wanted to walk, but had no idea how and it was adorable. As carefully as before, Loki slid her hands from his armpits to his hands and held him tight enough to make sure he would not slid from her hands. “Look, Vali, it’s daddy”, Loki said with a huge smile. “Come on, let’s go to daddy”, she added, pulling him only a little more, so he’d have to put one foot forward, not to be dragged. Vali did just that. One foot, then another, then the first again and so on, as Loki walked behind him. Although she could not see her husband’s face, she knew from the first time around with Narfi that Sigyn was too all smiles. Narfi seemed very happy as well, his “look, look, look” repeating themselves with every step his baby brother took.

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Vali had stumbled onto the edge of the village shortly after sunrise. He had woken with a start to the feeling of falling and then a hard impact with the ground below him. T'would be the last time he ever slept in a tree. Well, at least until his arm healed. He had hovered in the shadows, on the edges of crowds until he picked up information about a local healer. Ditte, they called her. 

He followed some directions from a cheese merchant who eyed him strangely. Vali was under no illusions as to his appearance. He was rather filthy, his hair was in tangles as well as being two-toned. He hadn't gotten around to redyeing it while on Midgard. Add to that the fact that he couldn't really move his left arm for the pain, he was sure to look utterly lacking in sanity. 

He hovered outside her door for a moment or two before knocking with his good arm, waiting somewhat impatiently for an answer. The pain in his arm was beginning to become bothersome, though he could hardly blame anyone else for that. It was his own stupidity that had gotten himself injured, after all.

A strange thing had taken place in the household of Dörthea Skovgaard; two loaves of rye bread had gone stale. Typically all her foods were eaten up and rarely did anything ever go bad, but the two loaves were the remainder of a feast she’d helped with for a wedding in town. Never could Ditte really get used to how much Germans ate in comparison to Danes, and it seemed she always overcompensated and made too much food.

Alas, when one has stale bread, make bread soup! There was little sense in wasting, after all. Ditte set to work, a sausage broth simmering over the hearth’s low fire, filling the cottage with the warm scent of meat and marjoram. It was a pleasant way to spend a day that had thus far been quiet; she had been to visit a new mother and her babe in the morning just to check on their health after a hard labor, but aside from that, there had been little to do. She was glad for the business of chopping up carrots and leeks and potatoes.

It was perhaps too hearty a meal for her alone, but it would keep and she could share it if needed; and, as her attention was drawn nervously to her door while she added the vegetables to the broth, Ditte thought it might needs be shared indeed. It felt as if someone was coming, and about that sense, she had yet to be wrong.