Serenity | Loki Fanfiction

Family.

It wasn't like she didn't want to see what an Asgardian feast was like. In fact, she wanted to know every detail. However, the prospect of seeing her father again was making her feel nauseous. She paced the feast hall, watching people who worked in the castle set up the table. It was quite a large table, which made her wonder how many people it took to fill it up. Only the minor thoughts like that kept her mind off of the real thing. Although, when people began to actually come in and sit down at the table, she began to get nervous again. Frigga was gracious enough to let her sit between Sif and Fandral, but across from Loki and Thor.

When the brothers came in, she automatically noticed Loki. The first person he seemed to notice was her. When they locked eyes, she gave him a smile to which he only returned half. She frowned slightly and shrugged, leaning over to Sif and asking her when Volstagg would get there. The second he did, she got up and greeted him with his nickname. The warriors, and Thor, started to laugh as Volstagg turned a darker shade of red than his beard. Loki simply smiled. The murmur of the guests was the perfect volume at the moment, but Sif warned that they would get louder as the mead and wine was passed around. The sound of someone tapping on their glass caused everyone's gaze to go toward the front of the table.

"There they are." Sif nudged Syrin and motioned toward the door. 

Never in a million years would Syrin have guessed that she would finally see her true family. She stood, hands shaking and knees feeling like jelly. Her breath was quick, but soft and it passed her lips with ease. She recognized her father first, knowing his stature and build. He didn't seem to see her quickly, but someone else did. The young man raced around the table and ran to her. She willed her legs to push her forward and in motion, they embraced.

"Forste!" She laughed breathlessly, her eyes filling with tears.

"By the power of The Wing of Fertility," He pulled back and gently rested a hand on the butterfly wing around her neck. "My sister, my kin, you are alive!"

"Syrin?" Her father slowly made his way around the table.

The whole room was wracked with a tense silence. In a morbid way, it was almost like introducing a baby to a mother animal. No one knows if they would accept them, or push them away with intent of never giving them another look. She watched as he approached her. She almost couldn't look into his eyes, but somehow, she managed to look him dead in the gateway to his soul. She released a soft breath when he reached up and laid his hands on her cheeks. Suddenly, she saw his eyes fill with tears.

"My daughter has returned." He turned to the table with a smile, one full of pride. "My chiske has returned!"

The people at the table clapped and a few tapped their glasses. She felt herself swell with emotion, but fought it back and sat down between her friends again. Her father and brother sat at the front of the table, both beside Frigga. Syrin took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, causing Fandral to nudge her and give her a playful smirk. She knew he was going to tease her about it later, but she didn't care at the moment. She finally had family.

Syrin had never had a better evening. She talked eagerly with the warriors sitting around her at the table. Sif had been correct about the mead and wine, but failed to mention how amazing it tasted. The wine was made of berries and fruits that were perfectly ripe and the mead felt warm and almost soothing as it slipped down her throat. She was rather amused when she admitted she had never drank a single drop of any sort of alcohol before that day. Fandral tried to make her drink more, but for the first time that evening, Loki spoke up. Well, didn't really speak up. He turned Fandral's hand into a snake. A few people shrieked and Syrin only laughed.

It had been years since she heard that sound. Her laughter seemed so crisp, like air in the high peak of autumn. She passed Loki an appreciative smile to which he returned. She was pleased to finally speak with Loki after the magic prank and the first thing out of her mouth came as a bit of a shock. She asked him to teach her. What shocked her even more, was that he seemed eager to do so. When they knew that most of the warriors and guests were inebriated enough to not notice their absence, they slipped off. He lead her to the courtyard in silence. She glanced at the sunset for a moment and then turned to him.

"I have something simple for you to start with, Syrin." Loki said, approaching her. "Did you get the memory of you meeting your mother?"

"No." She said after a moment of trying to think back. 

"Hold out your hands." He instructed.

She did as she was told, extending her hands palm up. He smiled and gently laid his hands on hers. She shviered slightly and her breath hitched when she saw both of their hands turning a beautiful oxford blue. Out of nervousness, she pulled back and rubbed her hands.

"Your mother was a Frost Giant." He said, reaching out once more. "Her name is Geror."

"Really?" She looked at him and willingly touched his hands again. 

"The story is," Loki chuckled lightly. "Your father saw her from a distance and became enchanted by her magnificent beauty. He sent his servant to go to Joutunheim and win her love."

"That's romantic." Syrin smiled slightly. "I hate to cut the beautiful tale short, but what can I do with this....blue-ness?"

"Actually, it's frost." Loki smirked. "And you can either create things, or destroy them. I prefer the later." 

"Why?" Syrin rubbed her hands together and pulled back. "Isn't creating things a better idea?"

"Why create," He looked at himself and watched as a blade of ice overtook his hand in a matter of seconds. "When you can destroy and make room for bigger, much grander things?"

"Because creating is not a task driven by hate." She approached him and touched the blade. "Being creative is an amazing feeling and when you are done creating, you are almost always impressed by what your mind can come up with."

They stared at each other for a moment, seeming to be taken aback at what each other had said. She couldn't tell if Loki was awed or disappointed at her words, but in turn, she couldn't tell whether she was disgusted or amused by his own greedy words? 

"Let us start with something basic." He said after a few minutes of silence. "Try and let the Jotun blood take over your body."

"How?" She sounded so clueless.

"Just think blue." He said and then she snorted when his lips twitched. "I know it sounds incredibly idiotic, but trust me."

"Alright." She sighed.

She tried her best to think blue. She thought of anything blue that she could. Slowly, her body grew cold and she felt her skin seem to get thicker with every passing second. Her hair got slightly heavier and when she opened her eyes, she was greeted to the crimson gaze of Loki. He had completely gone blue and look absolutely powerful. He was smiling and she saw a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

"Look at yourself, Syrin." He instructed softly, gesturing to the pond.

She slowly made her way over to it, trying to get used to her suddenly bulkier body. When she saw her reflection, her eyes widened. She couldn't tell if she was afraid or amazed by the ruby eyes looking back at her. Her fingers tentatively wandered over the tribal-like markings across her cheeks and arms. She noticed her hair had turned to a very dark brown. Again, she turned to face Loki, but she was smiling this time.

"This is absolutely incredible." She whispered, looking at him and then to her hands.

"It gets better." He smiled and then stopped. "Well, would you look at this? Fireflies."

She looked up and saw many of the tiny bugs flickering and fluttering around her and also around him. The sun had all but set and they illuminated the ground and castle. She smiled and clasped one in her hand. When she opened them, it flew out and around her head. 

"I have not seen them since I was a boy." Loki murmured, gently grazing one with his blue fingertip. 

"We have them on Earth," She said. "But I've never been lucky enough to actually see them."

"Maybe your luck has come around." He smiled.

"Luck sometimes visits a fool," She warned with a wink of her eye. "But it never sits down and visits with them." 

He laughed at her comment. She felt like such a child again, talking and joking with one of her closest friends and catching fireflies under the blanket of night. She knew that it was likely her father would take her home tomorrow, so as the night dragged on, she tried to have the best time she could with Loki. She wasn't entirely sure that she would get another chance.