The glow of the Bifrost faded, revealing the golden glow of Asgard.
Morgan again fainted. Lady Freyja caught her, brushing back her hair from her sweating forehead. Morgan groaned in pain. Freyja never looked at anything else but her friend.
Loki panicked. This couldn't have gone worse. Everything was falling apart in his hands. Even the thought of them had him wincing, remembering the lack of pain and the unwelcome cold in his arm.
Morgan's face just after...her screams of pain...Loki can't believe he asked a Midgardian for help. Or that they even managed to get to the Jotunheim. They were never supposed to be there. She was of Midgard, they were too weak to withstand Jotunheim. Her magic...
By the Norns, her magic...how had it managed to keep them alive?
Loki saw Morgan perform basic spells. They were never anything to that scale- he never thought a Midgardian could perform magic on that scale. Her shield kept back an army of Frost Giants.
(Yet her magic did not block out Loki
The worst Frost Giant of them all-
His skin was blue-)
Freyja brought her friend to help Loki. To solve his problem, to save Asgard. Freyja trusted Loki with her friend's safety. Now Morgan looked near dead in her arms. Loki had promised to repay her kindness towards him. Loki instead made her call on powers beyond her ability. She could die from that even still.
Fandral was near death as well. It didn't matter to Loki.
Thor apparently cared even less. He glared with the mightiest of rages directed at their- at Thor's- father. Loki realized he could not be a Frost Giant and a Son of Odin.
"Why did you bring us back?" Thor raged at Odin. The same way he always snapped at Loki, reminding him to take his place or quiet his silver tongue or quit playing his tricks.
"Do you realize what you've done? What you've started?" Odin yelled back.
"I was protecting my home." Thor shouted.
"You cannot protect your friends. How can you hope to protect a kingdom?" Odin pulled the sword from it's place. The lightning died with it. Odin tossed the sword to Heimdall. Heimdall, who had not stopped this madness. "Get them to the healing room! Now!"
Freyja held Morgan closer, wrapping Morgan's around Freyja's shoulders. She walked as a third leg for Morgan. The Midgardian was even more sickly under the Asgardian sun. He saw her mumbling something, too low for Loki to hear it. Freyja glared at Loki, rolling her eyes at him. That only made Loki feel worse. The Warriors carried off Volstagg.
Loki watched them all go. A deep pit growing inside of him the further his friends were from him. The only two that supported him- the only two that went along with this plan on Loki's word and promised they would not actually visit Jotunheim.
The only person who saw him change...who knew now the curse of his skin. On it, or beneath it? He must be a Frost Giant but...but if he wasn't? Was it just his ability to shapeshifter that saved his life?
(Loki thought this, knowing full well what the magic of shapeshifting felt like.
His arm turning blue was the most natural thing in the world. Like taking off a coat after a long hot day.)
"There won't be a kingdom to protect, if you're afraid to act!" Thor ranted and raged on. Both father and son blind to Loki's internal plight. Could they not see his distress, not hear his inner screams, see that Loki was hiding his pain? No they didn't. They never could. "The Jotuns must learn to fear me, just as they once feared you."
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Loki
Fanfiction(Morgan is 198)(Darcy is dead)(Lilac is 8) Lady Freyja tells Loki there is only person that can help him reach his goals. If she knows her well enough, it's that Morgan could never turn away someone wanting helping.
