The Many Adventures of the Avengers and Friends

💜✨Close Call

A/N

Hey, guess what? I'm not dead! I know, it's been just shy of a month, but I just got busy and took my Thanksgiving break as an R&R time.

Anyways, I found this absolutely heartbreaking comic the other day, and while it's too long to post here (other than the one page), the chapter itself will cover it and other things I come up with.

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Asgard, Hundreds of Years Prior (age varies)

"Loki, we have lessons!" Olivia called, knocking on his bedroom door. "Then Frigga wants us to think about something fun to do for my 300th (like, 7) birthday."

"I-I'll be out in a second." Loki replied hastily. Olivia swayed back and forth impatiently on the balls of her feet. Frigga didn't like it when they were too late for lessons. Loki's door cracked open and he came out quickly, shutting the door. Olivia raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why do you have a scarf around your mouth?" She asked.

"My teeth." Loki admitted, tugging it down and opened his mouth. "They turned pointed overnight. I don't know what's wrong."

"Maybe Frigga will know." Olivia took his hand and pulled him to the training room where Frigga was waiting for them. She had the spellbooks out and assorted objects around the room on podiums.

"Good morning, darlings!" She said brightly. "Today we're going to start on the levitation spell- Loki, what's wrong? Do you have a sore throat?"

"No, Mother." Loki replied, pulling the scarf down again to show her. "It's my teeth. They're pointy like fangs. It happened overnight; I woke up like this."

Frigga bent down to look at her son's teeth carefully. She pursed her lips and looked like she was thinking.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Olivia asked.

"It looks so strange, different from everyone else's." Loki added. Frigga bit her lip before smiling.

"It's not strange." She said.

"But Thor's teeth weren't pointy. Neither are mine." Olivia said.

"But mine were." Frigga said. "It's a recessive gene that your baby teeth can turn pointed right before they start fall out. Your big teeth might be the same way unless you perform a very special spell when the tooth falls out."

"Is it difficult to learn?" Loki asked, worried about his adult teeth being the same way.

"Difficult enough that I'll have to perform it. But first you have to do is leave the tooth under your pillow at night. I'll take it from there. You have to tell me when your teeth fall out, otherwise it won't work."

Loki and Olivia seemed to accept the explanation. Loki took off the scarf and wrapped it around his neck as it normally would be worn. Then, Olivia thought of something.

"Frigga, don't Giants have pointy teeth like that?" She asked.

Frigga's breath caught, but only for a moment. She thought again for a minute.

"Well, everyone is descended from Ymir, you remember? And Ymir was himself a Giant. It's a recessive gene because some people aren't as evolved as others. That's not a bad thing, it just happens. Like how the mortals have Wisdom Teeth. They don't use them as their ancestors did, so now they're just a nuisance. Don't worry, it's nothing to worry about. In fact, a lot of Loki's features can be explained by genetics. Odin's hair used to be dark when he was younger, so that's where that comes from. Your eyes aren't blue, but the green is another recessive gene that comes from my mother. You're a lot like me, Loki. You may not be as large or strong as your father and brother, but your wit outweighs everything. That will be your most important weapon as you grow up."