The Gods Brought You To Me.

Part 1

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Five years ago on April eighth little (Y/n) was born, in Salem Oregon. Her father was from a little village in the Netherlands called Elburg, and her mother was from Oslo Norway. And both parents grew up with very traditional family's, so when they were given the option to name a godparent they couldn't help themselves but to name Loki the god of tricks and mischief as the little babes godfather. Little did they know that Loki had heard this proclamation, and didn't take it so lightly. And so he did as he seen fit with watching over the little mortal, revealing himself to the little one many time throughout her little life, dubbing himself her imaginary friend. For many years he didn't tell little (Y/n) his name, saying that it was unimportant, and when her mother or father would as who she was laughing with, she would always tell them the same thing. "The silly man with fire red hair." She would giggle to herself, and her parents would smile fondly at her.

The night of the accident (Y/n) had been staying with her aunt in Eureka California. It happened in the dead of night, and Loki had known about it long before (Y/n) or even her aunt. And so with a heavy heart Loki entered the dark room where (Y/n) slept peacefully, softly toying with her hair in order to wake her. "Wake up little one." He cooed softly as she began to open her eyes. "Mischief, whats going on?" She muttered sleepily, using the nickname she had given him due to all the mischief he got her into. "Come with me my sweet." He beckoned with a smile, pulling her into his chest as she climbed out of bed. "Hold on tight little one, and close your eyes." (Y/n) did as she was told, as before long she dosed back off, unaware of what was happening, and where he was taking her.

By the time she awoke she was within Bilskirnir the hall of Thor, where Loki gathered Thor Odin and Baldr, murmuring among themselves as to what to do with the mortal girl. "Mischief?" (Y/n) called out in a curious tone. "I am here." Loki called back before walking to her side. "Where are we?" She tilted her head up to look into Loki's eyes as he scooped her up into his arms. "We are in one of the safest places in all the nine realms." He smiled as he began playing with a strand of his long hair. "I think I know the perfect place for her." Baldr concluded before looking to his father. "She should be with mortals after all, and among our people. Where we can watch over her, and aid her if ever needed." He continued, but Loki didn't care much for (Y/n) to hear anymore. So while the others talked it over further, Loki took (Y/n) to the kitchen of Bilskirnir.

"Are you hungry little one?" He asked as he sat her at a small table. "Yes." She nodded her head excitedly. So Loki fed the girl and sat with her watching her every move, caring for her as if she where his own. "(Y/n)." He called out softly as he usually did. "Yes Mischief?" Her head perked up upon hearing her name. "Would you like to know my name?" He asked her with a playful smile, knowing she has always wanted to know his name. "Yes please!" She bounced in her seat excitedly, making Loki chuckle softly. "I will tell you my name on the day of your wedding, I will come to you in a dream and reveal all that you might ask of me." He smiled and winked making the girl giggle softly, being as mysterious as always. "Okay Mischief." She grinned from ear to ear, eager for they day he would tell her his name.

And so the decision was made and a few spells were cast, allowing (Y/n) to speak and understand the old Norse of the Vikings, as if it were as easy as English to her. While also taking her back to the Viking age, where she would be put under the care of a very devout Viking man. A man who the gods favored in a special way, a master boat builder, who was also similar in some ways to Loki himself. In hopes that she would adapt easier with him, and that he would keep her in tune with the Gods.

So Loki took her to Midgard and placed her within a boat Odin had placed for her, he pecked her forehead softly. He then handed her the small amount of food and water supplies she would need, and pushed the boat in the right direction, using his magic to sail her to her destination. "Be strong little (Y/n), and remember I am always with you." He called out as she watched him fade in the distance, a few stray tears rolling down her plump little cheeks. "Be strong." She repeated to herself clutching onto the necklace Loki had given her before leaving Bilskirnir. The necklace itself was made of gold, and it was a symbol Loki had designed long ago, and had crafted long ago, just for her. It was a symbol of his name in runes, linked together so no one could quite read it, unless they knew exactly what angle to hold the pendent at.