Marvel stuff

Thorson

Thunder cracked across the sky, illuminating the snow-laden trees surrounding the village. Thor, clad in his armor, rushed through the flurries, his heart pounding as he searched for something—anything—in the fierce storm.

Just as he was about to turn back, a soft whimper pierced the howl of the wind. Following the sound, he stumbled upon a small, blue-skinned child, shivering and alone beneath a fallen branch. The boy's bright red eyes were filled with fear and sadness.

"By Odin's beard!" Thor knelt beside the little one, scooping them into his arms. "Fear not, young one! You are safe now."

Back in Asgard, Thor wrapped the child in a thick blanket, his tiny hands trembling as he looked up at him with wide eyes. "What is your name?" Thor asked gently.

"I... I don't have one," the child whispered, glancing down.

"Then I shall name you Lucki," Thor decided, a warm smile spreading across his face. "for you are not unlike my brother, thus a gift and I am lucky to have found you."

Days turned into weeks, and Lucki settled into his new home. Thor, alongside Jane Foster, showered the child with love, introducing them to the wonders of Asgard. But despite the warmth of his new family, Lucki often felt out of place, a lone Jötun among gods.

One evening, as Thor trained in the courtyard, Lucki watched, his heart heavy. Thor's might was unmatched, and Lucki's small frame felt dwarfed even by the simplest tasks. In the shadows, Loki observed, his heart aching at the sight.

"Why do you hide?" Loki approached Lucki, kneeling to meet his gaze.

"I'll never be as strong as Thor," Lucki whispered, eyes brimming with tears.

Loki's expression softened. "Strength isn't everything. You possess a magic that is uniquely yours, something even Thor cannot wield."

Lucki blinked, unsure. "But what if I can't do it like you?"

"Then we shall learn together," Loki smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Frigga will teach you, and I will guide you through the shadows."

Months passed, and under the gentle guidance of Frigga and Loki, Lucki's confidence blossomed. He practiced spells in secret, learning to manipulate ice and shadows, often laughing at the antics of Loki as he conjured illusions just to make them both giggle.

One day, while in the garden, Lucki created a small snowflake that danced in the sunlight, swirling and shining. "Look, Loki!" He exclaimed, eyes alight with joy.

"Marvellous!" Loki grinned, clapping his hands. "You've turned the mundane into magic. You're a true Jötun!"

As Lucki grew, so did his bond with Thor and Jane. They would gather around the hearth, sharing stories of adventure and laughter. But it was Loki who remained his confidant in moments of doubt, always there to remind him of his worth.

On Lucki's thirteenth birthday, Thor organized a grand celebration, inviting everyone from Asgard. When it came time for the gift-giving, Lucki stood nervously, glancing at the towering figures of his family.

"Today, we celebrate not just a birthday," Thor announced, his voice booming, "but the strength, heart, and magic of my child, Lucki! You are as much Asgardian as you are Jötun!"

Lucki felt warmth flooding his heart as cheers erupted, but the true magic was the presence of Loki, standing proudly beside him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

In the days that followed, Lucki learned to embrace his identity, drawing strength from both sides of his heritage. He explored the realms of magic, wielding ice and shadow with grace, often with Loki's help.

One quiet evening, as the stars twinkled above, Lucki sat beside Loki, his heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you for always being there for me," he said softly.

Loki smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Of course. You are my little shadow after all, destined to shine in your own way."

And as Lucki looked up at the night sky, he understood that no matter his past or insecurities, he was loved—by Thor, by Jane, by Frigga and most importantly, by Loki.

Years passed, and Lucki continued to grow, finding joy and purpose in his unique magic and family. Together, they would forge a future bright with possibility, guided by love and laughter.

And in that moment, beneath the stars of Asgard, Loki felt complete— in his own family, a Jötun embraced by a family of gods, learning, loving, practicing magic and living freely and happily.