imagine//loki

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Me and Loki sat in our room, me laying on his chest, reading. He suddenly shifted, leaning down and murmuring in my ear. "Darling, where's Hella?"

"Probably in the garden," I replied, absorbed in my book. He sighed a bit, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"She's been strange lately, my dove has." He murmured, in thought. "I miss my wild child."

I nodded in agreement as he beckoned a servant from outside the room, and whispered a few words into his ear. I smiled faintly at my husband's worry for our daughter, putting my book down on my lap. "You're worried."

"Of course I am."

"Don't be." I said, turning around in his lap to face him, my legs on either side of his waist. "She's strong. Like you."

I tapped his nose, and he smiled, kissing my forehead. The servant returned, muttering something I could barely make out. Me and Loki sat up straight, and were off the bed in a flash, and out in the hall.
"I'll check her room, you check the garden again." He said, running off into the halls. I ran the opposite direction, concerned for what the dark haired child had gotten into now.

"Hella!" I yelled as I ran into the garden, running through the hedges and trees. I stopped by her usual place, turning in a circle. "Hella!"

I ran from the garden, into the throne room, meeting Loki in the middle. He shook his head, worried. And then we heard a small sound, usually unnoticeable by normal ears. Sniffling. I gestured to the throne and we advanced, checking on it and under it, and then we rounded the back.

There, green dress balled in her hands, dark hair hanging down around her face, was Hella. She had taken on Loki's Jotun form for the first time, her hands and face blue. She looked up at us as we knelt next to her tearstained form, her red eyes full of tears. Heartbroken, I held out my arms and the seven year old launched herself into them, her cold skin sizzling as it met mine. I held her close, my hand on her head as my eyes met Loki's, confused. He placed a hand on the shaking child's back, and asked gently, "Hella, my darling. What has upset you so?"

She pulled back from me, turning to face her father. She spoke in a trembling tone, her normal graceful fluidity gone. "Argus and Ingrid, they-they saw me change because they made me angry, and then - and then they made fun of me. They pelted me with g-grapes."

"Grapes?" Loki murmured, gently taking his daughter into his arms, shhhing and muttering things of comfort. He pulled back, his hands on her shoulders. "My doll, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Especially not with grapes." He smiled crookedly, looking into eyes slowly turning the same shade of green as his. He stood, holding out a pale hand to her now normal one as I stood also.

"Come, my warrior. I have things to teach you." He said, smiling proudly at his little girl. Hella reached out and took his hand, reaching for mine too. We walked to the garden, where Argus and Ingrid were swordfighting. They stopped and gaped as Loki and I entered with Hella. We stood in the middle of the garden, and Loki faced his daughter, a strong smile upon his face. "Let's show them how mighty Frost Giants can be."