Loki Mikaelson (Book One)

Chapter One: Always and Forever

I closed my eyes for one final time, thinking that at least I died living a meaningful life.

Let me rewind for a second.  My name is, or rather was, Amy Harlow and I was mostly average.  I had brown hair and hazel eyes, I was a plain jane, and mostly a loner in school besides the few study buddies I hung out with.  When I was sixteen and walking home from high school, I was attacked and raped, leading to my eventual pregnancy.  I chose to keep the child as I hated the thought of killing my blood, having grown up an orphan.  I had twins, a boy and a girl named Kaleb and Kayla.  I raised them from age sixteen to age thirty four until they became adults.  Sadly when was I turned thirty six I was diagnosed with cancer.  I tried treatment, but it all ended with me dying.  My twins said goodbye to me on my deathbed and I died.  

Then I woke up with a wailing cry.  It was cold and light and it was painful, but in the end I was bundled up in a blanket.  I'll admit I was so comfortable being snuggled to my new parent I didn't even realize I was reborn until I heard them say they had twins.  Freya and Loki named probably from the Norse gods.  I sighed in annoyance, before giving a reluctant smile at my parents blurry, but happy faces.

It was a few months later, filled with breastfeeding, pooping, and crying, when my eyesight cleared up and then I could look at my surroundings.  The first thing I saw was my mothers face, and to say I was shocked was an understatement, then my father walked in and I burst into tears.  My parents looked exactly like the actors that played Esther and Mikael Mikaelson in The Vampire Diaries.  It didn't take long to put two and two together.  I was officially screwed.

Okay, I'll admit it wasn't that bad when I discovered I was second oldest, but then I grew attached.  Never get attached to your twin when you can't keep her.  If I remember correctly Freya was taken away by Dahlia my new mothers sister as part of a deal.  I grew attached to my sister, my mother and even my kind of harsh father.  Then Finn was born when I turned one and I grew attached to him.  I absolutely adored Finn, as he reminded me of Kaleb a little with his excitement to see his family and his cuddly nature.  They helped me walk, and taught me how to read this new language as well as speak in this new time.  You can't really help but get attached.  Freya was curious about every little thing, and determined to be a big sister to me, which included mothering me even at the young age of three.  She would always ask the dreaded question 'why?'.  I remember Kayla doing the exact same thing as Freya.  My parents were kind of strict, but it was mostly because it wasn't modern day anymore.  

Soon we started to learn magic at four because we showed an early development.  Let me tell you, Magic was fun!  It was like an adrenaline rush, the power rushing through my very veins and for some reason I didn't hear the spirits, instead I heard another voice.  It kept whispering things about my destiny and crap like that, I asked my mother and she was delighted, saying it was mother nature herself.  Not to sound like a downer, but I call bull!  We dived right into magic, and before long it was our fifth birthday and we were walking around outside while Father was on a hunt.  

That was when it happened, a woman came up and I immediately grew upset.  Dahlia was dragging Freya away, and I knew I couldn't do anything, yet I still chased after her, before being stopped by my mother. I cried and screamed and begged, but I was held back, and finally I pulled Finn, who was crying, into my arms and held him tightly whispering comforts into his hair, not knowing if it was for me or him.  When we came back with tears streaming down our faces and mother telling news to father of the death of his firstborn, it just made the lie more believable.  I locked myself away for days afterwards, it reminded me of when I discovered I was pregnant.  I was ashamed that I couldn't fight back, I was angry at the world, and finally a determination to protect my new family at all costs.  So I grew attached to Finn and went mother hen mode on him like crazy, taking care of him all the time.  

When Esther was pregnant, we moved to a new home beside a village of savages, as father called them, and built our house.  Elijah was born soon after, and I adored him on first sight.  He was tiny with soft brown wisps of hair and baby blue eyes for the first couple of months.  After his eyes started to turn brown and soon things progressed.  

When I was eight years old, Finn being seven and Elijah three, I saw my parents sort of fall apart, with Mikael stuck in depression from the loss of Freya and Esther lonely without her husband.  I soon watched as Esther would go out every so often when I knew she was not visiting her witch friends or going to the market.  And what do you know, a few months later she announced her pregnancy.  That snapped Mikael out of his depression pretty quickly.  We celebrated and Mikael started to participate more often, and I as the oldest was treated quite harshly with training through sword fighting.  I understood that Mikael wanted to protect us, so I never complained.  He taught me to fight during our mothers fourth pregnancy and I learned to enhance my muscles and limb with magic, but hardly ever did as it was cheating and if I didn't have my magic, I wanted to be able to fight.  

When Niklaus was born, he was even more adorable than Elijah.  Niklaus was tinier and weaker, but he was also a fighter when he came out, refusing to die.  He had little tufts of blonde hair and those baby blue eyes that never really went away even after several months.  His started to darken once he was two, and he never stopped babbling and running around the house.  

When I was ten years old, Finn nine, Elijah five and Niklaus two, Mother fell pregnant once again, and little Kol was born.  Just like the rest of the births and my siblings, I fell in love with his tiny frame and brown eyes and hair once he was old enough to have color.  I may have spoiled my siblings in the love department, but I especially doted on Niklaus, or Niki as I called him, because I knew Father would eventually abuse him.  I spent a whole hour each day with my siblings to cuddle and tell them fairy tales.  I told them about Cinderella, and Rumpelstiltskin, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty.  Their favorite though was the hobbit and Lord of the Rings, which I told them with some hesitation knowing that it's from the future.  

Finally came the one I'd been dreading as I hadn't had a sister since Freya.  Mother fell pregnant again, and I tried to remain upbeat and happy, doting on my siblings and giving them tickle monsters.  Rebekah was born when I was twelve, Finn was eleven, Elijah seven, Niklaus was four and Kol was two.  Everything changed when Rebekah was born.  I think that was the moment Father went super overprotective.  He started to treat us more harshly because Rebekah was a girl like Freya.  He treated none more harshly then Niklaus though, who was constantly yelled at for being weak when he woke from a nightmare or even when he dropped a dish or spilled his food.  As the weeks past and I comforted Niklaus through his crying, I finally had enough.  I knew I couldn't go to Mikael because he was older and bigger, but I could do something, so I called all my sibling besides Rebekah, who was a baby, together and they sat around my young twelve year old form in a circle.

"Little brothers," I told them carefully, "We all know that father has been harsh with us lately," I began, "I'm not trying to excuse him for his actions, but I want you to know, that even if Niklaus becomes obsessed with power, or Elijah becomes obsessed with revenge, or Finn feels hopeless and begs for death, or even little Kol goes crazy," I giggled childishly at their pouts as I described their unknowing futures, "I will be there right beside you, I will help Klaus gain power, and stop him when it's too much, I will comfort Elijah and help him with his revenge, I will even stop Finn from killing himself by giving him a reason to live, and if Kol indeed goes crazy and start slaughtering people, I will be there to go crazy with him and to comfort him when he's sane," I smiled at them before holding out my hand in the center, "Always and Forever," one by one they each placed their hands in the circle and uttered the phrase that would be their downfall one day.  Not on my watch!