Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

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"Surtr, blow the fire
Puff, puff, puff.
First you blow it gently,
Then you blow it rough.
Surtr, blow the fire,
Puff, puff, puff."

The tune of the lullaby rung off the dark stone of the corridor.

"Sinmara-?" Surtrs deep voice said with a tone of excitement. Sinmara rubbed her belly, which within she carried their unborn child.

"Soon." Sinmara Smiled, her dark skin glowing occasionally as the infant kicked. Surtr and Sinmara sat, on the broad throne of Muspelheim, overlooking the glowing realm.

Their child soon to come, their pride and joy, the heir of Surtr.

They sat together, all hands on her stomach, waiting to hold what lies within.

"He will be more powerful even than I," Surtr Smiled. "He will take the throne, rule Muspelheim back to its full triumph," he spoke.

"The god of fire." He spoke deeply.

Surtr had waited a millennium for this occasion. Prepared the greatest room in the kingdom for his son.

And as she said, soon after, Sinmara would go into labor.

Surtr by her side, the servant and nurses of all sorts making her as comfortable as possible, and after a surprisingly smooth delivery, all Surtrs plan, went to Hell...

"It's a girl." The medic said in a weary tone, knowing what was to come. Sinmara Smiled, despite the disappointment, always putting on an act for their kingdom, and held the child.

She was not only a girl, but she was small for a fire giant. Her dark skin in contrast with her fiery hair, and her beautiful orange eyes.

Surtrs heart, for the first time went cold.

"A runt." He said bitterly, standing away, turning his nose up at the child. Sinmara frowned, and handed her off, the servant unsure of what to do next.

"She is our daughter," Sinmara said breaking the silence. "She IS, the goddess of fire," she spoke sitting up on the bed looking admirably to the child.

"The rightful heir of Muspelheim." She spoke again. It was settled. Once again she reached for the child, stroking a thumb across her small hand.

"Shivanaala"