The Girl with the Blackbird Tattoo

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A/N - As I never knew the marvel movies as well as my sister did, I can't pinpoint exactly when this chapter is meant to be set. I don't know where this is in the continuation of this story as a whole, I just assume its before Ragnarök when Loki faked his death for the second time, then ends with the discovery of Loki being alive and the lead up to Ragnarök.

I took the bottle and walked outside to the balcony, looking out across the city, then up to the sky.  "Frigga. Your son will be with you soon," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt like I was alone, numb, lost. I sat down and looked across the city, I had to get away. Away from everything, for a while.

"Danrelle." I turned to see Thor, who joined me. My hair blew in the wind, and I daren't look at the brother of my deceased.

"Could you tell me, what happened? Did you two stop your parents?" He asked his voice braking slightly.

"They were never my parents!" I spat at him before calming myself. "He killed Sophie. Malekith freaked out and jumped at him before either of us could react, I watched as he dropped before taking care of the ex elf. For good this time, there's no way he's coming back," I told Thor who nodded before rubbing my arm.

"We'll get through this. Loki thought the world of you, he told me often of how strong you are. Even as children he would say how amazed he was by this girl with beautiful black and white hair." He gazed off into the distance and I stood shocked.

"He knew me before? I don't remember him," I questioned.

"He use to watch you from afar. My brother could never gain the courage to tell you how he felt, and then, well,  he changed....But you brought him back. I can't tell you how thankful I am, how much Frigga loved you for it." He explained and I felt the sadness return. The loss.

"I'm going away Thor. I need to leave for a while, please. Don't try to find me, not until I'm truly needed," I pleaded, summoning a small, golden wishbone. "If the end comes too early, and I'm not around. Snap this, it will take you to my location," I said pushing it into Thor's hand.

"Goodbye for now Danrelle," Thor said kissing my hand before stepping back. I waved my hand over myself and shifted into a blackbird and flying away. To where? I didn't know, possibly back to Svartalfheim, it was easy enough to hide there.

In all the ruin.   I found the perfect spot in the abandoned realm, I created a small house for myself and added a little grass land outside. This would be my new home for a long time, how long? I just didn't know. I flew above and landed on the roof, I had to make sure Thanos couldn't find me, I had to disappear. I took a deep breath before raising trees from the ground, they curved over the house in a faint black glow, then it was covered. The enchanted trees with a blocking spell, it was powerful and drained my energy. But I had to do it. I then returned inside, curling up in the corner, hugging my knees and burying my tear stained face into them. If only I could have been stronger, faster. Paid attention to the glow. I clutched my necklace, it was all I had left of Loki. Then my hand traveled to my stomach, "my child. Your father is joining you with the Angels," I whispered before allowing my eyes to close and falling into a deep sleep.

My days were pretty much the same from there onwards. Sleep, eat , sing. Repeat. I kept myself healthy and sane, Loki would want it to be that way. Then one day it all changed..... 

2 years later...

I was sat, another day just sitting in the room, doing nothing but staring at the wall. At least I was, until I heard the most unexpected shout...  "Danrelle! He's alive!"