Völuspá

Fenrir's Caregiver

It has been quite a while since Loki was back in Asgard, but his disappearance did not go unnoticed. With the Avengers preoccupied with their own problems on Midgard, it was not exactly difficult for Kitri to use the excuse of leaving to go look for Loki to avoid suspicion of her absence.

"The child you spoke of that I have apparently met... It is Sleipnir, isn't it?" Kitri wondered as she thought back to how well behaved Odin's eight legged horse acted around him in Hel.

They walked down various streets of Asgard, Loki having disguised himself as Thor to avoid getting questioned on where he has been this whole time and possibly having to deal with getting punished for escaping Asgard. It's not like the punishments Asgardians were capable of could hurt him, but the thought of having to deal with that and pretend to behave was annoying enough to want to avoid the whole situation entirely.

"He is indeed. I gave birth to him myself." Loki thought back.

Kitri chuckled, looking over to him with a smirk. "I knew there was a wide range of interesting things that arouse you, but I must admit that getting impregnated was not an expected item on that list."

Loki shook his head and sighed at the unpleasant memory. "It was partially a sacrifice to help clean up a mess the Æsir made beforehand... No matter... Odin got to keep the best horse in all the nine realms that I birthed. Even with all the trouble I have caused, it is still absurd that I never had a true chance of claiming the Asgardian throne after all I have done."

They stopped outside of what looked like a sort of extravagant stable. Something that seemed like it could comfortably house all kinds of animals within its dark oakwood walls, yet somehow still humble looking. The woodwork of it seemed untouched by the glamorous white marble or golden accents that decorated Odin's halls and many of the surrounding buildings.

It was not too far from the rainbow bridge, and Kitri wondered how she had never taken much notice of this place before. "You said his name is Tyr?" She asked quietly.

Loki nodded, harshly banging with his fist on the large wooden doors. It was odd to see him disguised as Thor, but he seemed to have his manerisms down perfectly.
He seemed to catch onto her underlying thought regarding this. "Of course I would have perfected his impression... I spent many years overshadowed by his presence."

A dark blue skinned man soon opened the heavy creaking door and curiously peered outside toward the two of them. "Thor?! It has been a long while since I have seen you, friend. Come in!" Tyr exclaimed enthusiastically as he laid eyes on Loki in his disguise.

He grinned at Tyr, before nodding toward Kitri and introducing her.

"HE IS OF JÖTUNHEIM?!" Kitri's shocked thought suddenly erupted in Loki's mind.

His skin was that gorgeous blue she had seen on Loki, but far more aged. Raised ridges extruding on his flesh and bloody chrimson eyes. Strangely enough, he had incredibly friendly features surrounding his dark beard, which made a little more sense when knowing his status amongst the gods.

Tyr was the god of peacemaking and negotiations. He was the one who made the deal between the Vanir and the Aesir possible to end the long war between the two realms. Kitri had heard of this resolution from many, but had no idea that Tyr was an ice giant that had somehow been accepted by the gods as one of their own.

"Yes. Just as I am." Loki thought with some bitterness. "The one truly accepted by the gods of Asgard to live in Asgard without hiding, yet remaining well known amongst the Jotun as well. Imagine my distain at learning this due to my own unfortunate past..."