Daughter of Mischief

Pat 17

Over the next few weeks, Lyssa spent most of her time in Asgard, but spent her weekends on Earth. She could travel freely between the realms now and this excited her. It meant she could explore. When she wasn't busy, she would go and see Heimdall, who would still teach her more about the history of the Nine Realms but also stories of great battles that happened long before she was born.

One day, while in Asgard, she was cleaning out her father's room, packing things in boxes to either give away or get rid of. She opened a trunk and began to take things out of it. Soon, she came across a small gift wrapped in gold wrapping paper. There was a card on it that said her name. She wanted to open it, but she did not. Instead she stood up and teleported herself to the prison gates. Two guards stood there.

"How can we help you?" one asked.

"Take me to my father, please," she replied.

The guards led Lyssa down the line of cells.

"Do I have permission to speak alone with my father in his cell?" she asked.

The guards glanced at each other, then nodded.

"There is no harm in it," one said. They soon stopped at the last one.

"Thank you," Lyssa said. "I'll call if I need anything more."

The guards bowed and walked back down the hall. Lyssa teleported herself into the cell with her father.

"Well, well, Lyssa," he said, not turning to look at her. "Isn't this nice. You've finally come to visit."

"I've been busy cleaning up your mess, Father," she said. "It may take longer than either of us would like."

Loki chuckled.

"And you think you can fix it all?"

"No. I know I can't. Everyone's been helping; we're trying to split things up equally so no one will have a task that is too hard."

"What would you say about me, daughter? Are you proud?"

Lyssa looked at the floor then back up at him.

"In a way, yes. I'm proud that you've given me anything I've ever needed and you've taken care of me when I needed it most. But I regret to say that I am your daughter after what you've done to Asgard and Midgard."

She looked down at the gift in her hand.

"What is this?" she demanded.

Loki now turned to look at her. He glanced at the object in her hand.

"Ah," he said. "I see you've found your gift." Lyssa watched him closely. "Come. Sit down and open it."

Lyssa slowly walked forward and sat down on the bed that was in his cell. Loki brought a chair towards the bed and sat down a few feet away from her. She watched him carefully as she opened the gift. He looked sad, happy, regretful, and tearful all at once. Lyssa looked down at the gift in her lap. She pulled the paper off and stared. In her hands was a gold journal with green jeweled leaves on a gold vine. Lyssa tried to swallow down her tears and bit her lip, but a tear escaped her eye and slowly rolled down her face. Loki stood up and moved so he sat next to her. He removed the tear and wiped it away.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Lyssa laughed slightly.

"I've don't know what to say," she replied.

Loki reached forward and opened the journal. There was writing on the first page.

"Good ahead and read it."

Lyssa read the words in her head. It read:

'Lyssa, I hope you are having a wonderful birthday. I enjoy seeing you everyday around the castle even though I am busy. I hope you will take this gift and cherish it. Know that I love you, my daughter. Your father.'

Lyssa covered her mouth with her hand. She let out a small sob. She looked at her father, who looked like he too wanted to cry. Lyssa placed the book on the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, daddy," he whispered to him.

"You are welcome, my daughter."