Mischievous: Loki's Lost Legacy

Breakfast [5]

The night had been quiet after Svan's arrival, but the royal palace was never without its share of tension. After a peaceful dinner with Frigga, the young boy was shown to a grand chamber far larger than anything he had ever known. Frigga had tucked him into the enormous bed, the covers soft and warm, a luxury he wasn't used to. His eyes darted around the room, still taking in the opulence that surrounded him.

Frigga stayed with him for a time, watching as his small, weary frame sank into the bedding. She could tell that, despite the grandeur, he felt out of place. He had barely touched his food, and his eyes, though curious, were filled with uncertainty. It tugged at her heart. After a few moments of silence, she kissed his forehead, quietly assuring him that he was safe before leaving him to rest.

Later that night, Frigga found Odin alone in their private chambers, his mind clearly preoccupied with the boy's arrival.

"He's special, Odin," Frigga said softly, watching her husband stand by the window, staring out into the night sky. "He told me he turns blue."

Odin turned sharply, his expression darkening. "He did?"

Frigga nodded, her voice laced with concern. "The boy has frost giant blood, just like Loki."

For a long moment, Odin said nothing, his face stony as the implications sank in. "No one can know," he finally muttered, his voice low and firm. "Just as it was with Loki. If anyone were to find out, especially in Asgard, it would ruin him and not just him but all of us."

Frigga sighed, knowing what was coming. "we'll have to keep it hidden."

Odin's eyes were hard. "We have no choice. The boy cannot be allowed to show his frost giant lineage. It would be dangerous for him and all of Asgard."

Frigga nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth. "What of Loki? He doesn't even believe the boy is his."

"We'll deal with Loki," Odin said sharply. "But for now, the boy's safety is the priority." referring to Svan and not Loki.

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-The Next Morning:-

The grand dining hall was bathed in the golden light of the morning sun. Svan, seated beside Frigga, felt small amidst the towering walls and grand decorations. His body is barely seen over the table due to his small body. The table stretched across the hall, adorned with elaborate silverware and delicacies he could barely recognise. Frigga sat beside him, ensuring he ate, her gentle presence reassuring him. Loki not being present.

Across the table, Thor was devouring his meal, his laughter loud and booming as he indulged in his usual breakfast of hearty meats and loaves of bread. His easygoing demeanour contrasted sharply with the tension that lingered in the air, particularly in Odin's sharp gaze.

"You sleep well, dear nephew?" Thor asked with a grin, his eyes warm as they met Svan's. Frigga had properly introduced Thor to Svan once they had all risen, Thor instantly liking the child and his similarity to his brother when he was young and meek.

"Yes, Uncle Thor," Svan responded quietly, shy but polite. The bed's size, the palace's warmth, and the unfamiliarity of it all had overwhelmed him. Still, he couldn't deny the comfort. "it was warm and soft and felt nice," Svan's wording informed the royals in the room that it was unlikely that Svan had the luxury of sleeping in a bed.

Frigga smiled softly, the soft nature removing the pitty from her eyes. "I thought you might like a proper bed."

Svan nodded, glancing at his plate. The food was still foreign, but he carefully picked at it under Frigga's watchful eyes. The tension in the room, however, wasn't lost on him.

Odin, seated at the head of the table, observed the boy closely, his mind already working through the implications of the night before. After several moments of silence, his deep voice cut through the air.

"Do you fight, boy?" Odin asked suddenly, his gaze sharp and intense.

Svan blinked, caught off guard. "Fight?" he repeated, unsure.

"Yes, with swords," Odin clarified, leaning forward slightly. "Can you defend yourself?"

Svan shook his head, his voice small. "No... I wasn't allowed.". Svan knew bits about where he was previously, but from what Frigga could tell, it was all very hazy to him.

Odin's frown deepened. "Fighting is an essential skill in Asgard. It is something every warrior must master. You would do well to learn."

Sensing his father's growing intensity, Thor leaned forward, eager to shift the mood. "Don't worry, small one. I'll teach you."

Odin's eyes flicked to Thor, his expression stern. "Thor, you have duties. Your focus must remain on your responsibilities as future king. Are you sure training him wouldn't be a distraction?."

Thor straightened but remained unfazed, his smile never faltering. "Father, it won't interfere with my duties. I can do both. I will ensure my nephew becomes one of the finest warriors in all the realms. He will not be a distraction."

"The finest?" Svan asked, wide-eyed, the thought of becoming a great warrior lighting up his young round face with excitement.

"The best," Thor confirmed with a wink. "You'll see. We'll have you swinging a sword before you know it."

"Thank you, Uncle Thor," Svan said earnestly, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

Thor grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "After breakfast, we'll head to the training grounds. You can meet some of my friends. They're the finest warriors in Asgard, and they'll help you become strong."

Svan's excitement bubbled over. "Thank you,  I want to be the best!" he exclaimed, gripping the table's edge as anticipation filled him.

Watching the exchange, Frigga smiled softly, though her heart ached slightly. She could see Loki's face in Svan, the same eagerness and the same longing for belonging. She gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "After breakfast," she said warmly, "you can explore the training grounds. Your uncle will keep you safe if that's what you wish."

Thor's laughter filled the hall again. "We'll have you ready for battle in no time, small one."

Odin's expression, however, remained unreadable, his eyes still fixed on the boy. He could see it now the resemblance to Loki, not just in appearance, but in the sharpness of Svan's mind, the quiet intelligence that lingered in his eyes. But there was also something more, something dangerous that no one else seemed to notice.

"We must be careful," Odin finally said, his voice quieter but firm. "There is much to consider."

Thor nodded, his expression more serious now. "I understand, Father. But I won't let it affect my responsibilities. I will train him, but I will remain focused."

Odin's gaze softened slightly, though it was still filled with caution. "Very well. But remember, Thor, your future as king is not something to take lightly."

Thor gave a nod, his jaw set in determination. "I won't forget."

As breakfast continued, Frigga and Thor kept Svan engaged, their easy conversation helping to ease the tension that still lingered from the previous night. But Odin remained silent, his mind already working through the following steps.

No one else knew what he had learned the night before, the boy's frost giant blood, the dangerous lineage that could jeopardise everything. It was something that had to be hidden, just as it had been with Loki. But for now, Odin remained quiet, waiting for the right moment to act.

As Thor and Svan rose from the table, ready to head to the training grounds, Frigga watched them with a soft smile, knowing that for the first time in a long while, Svan had found something that brought him joy. But she couldn't shake the worry that lingered in her heart.

There was much more to the boy than anyone could see. Soon, they ,would all face the truth about who Svan really was.

13th september 2024
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