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Title: Lost
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: While running away, Loki of Jotunheimr finds a lost As in the snow.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Cares an Enemy to Life' on my GenPrompt Bingo table. It's part of a larger and as-yet unwritten AU'verse that I may end up doing more of.
The Ás will not die here, he would make sure of that. He glances behind him, towards the towering spires of the city, and knew that he could not take the Ás there for aid. He – Loki thinks it is a male – will be slain in an instant for breaking the Agreement by coming here (no matter that its death would break it further) and Loki will be discovered missing.
He looks away from the city, from the towering ice-spires of home, and seeks signs of shelter in the cliffs that tower over them. The Ás had the dubious luck of landing on an ice-plain covering one of Jotunheimr’s many seas, but there is a storm picking up and even Loki is disturbed by the howling wind. The Ás, weak and pink-skinned and rapidly freezing to death, has stopped shivering and Loki can feel its pulse beginning to slow.
It will die, if he doesn’t act, and there will be war as soon as Odin Gallows-god hears of it.
Finally, he spots a dark shape. Little more than a crack in the cliff wall, and impossible for one of his kin to navigate. But Loki has the small, slight build of a sorcerer and the Ás is no bigger; the cave he has seen will suit them perfectly.
It is the work of moments to transport them there, and once they are deep inside and out of the wind, the Ás begins to shiver again. A green fire crackles to life under Loki’s hands and he pushes as much of his seiðr into it as he dares – heating the cave, but not leaving him defenceless. He will not save this Ás’ life only to be slain by it in turn. He knows too well from the stories of the War how treacherous these beings are.
The Ás’ shivering begins to cease again, and Loki approaches to test its pulse. He’s not sure what to do beyond what he’s already done, and if the Ás needs anything else then he’s going to be in trouble. But the heartbeat he registers is stronger than it was before and Loki breathes a sigh of relief, taking off his own cloak as an afterthought and draping it over the Ás’ unconscious form. The things it wears are ill-suited to Jotunheimr; it will benefit from more layers, and Loki is beginning to border on too warm so it is a compromise that suits them both. The Ás curls into it, grateful even in unconsciousness, and Loki hesitates. He stays by its side instead of moving back to his previous place at the other side of the cave. He knows what it is, but that doesn’t mean he’s ever seen one before.
This one has yellow hair, soft-looking and sun-bright. Its face is contorted in discomfort, and Loki touches his fingertips to its brow to smooth the creases as he imagines a mother would.
“You’re safe,” he says, keeping his voice soft so not to disturb it. “You’re safe.”
He merely hopes, as his sets up vigil at the Ás’ side, that he is too.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: While running away, Loki of Jotunheimr finds a lost As in the snow.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Cares an Enemy to Life' on my GenPrompt Bingo table. It's part of a larger and as-yet unwritten AU'verse that I may end up doing more of.
The Ás will not die here, he would make sure of that. He glances behind him, towards the towering spires of the city, and knew that he could not take the Ás there for aid. He – Loki thinks it is a male – will be slain in an instant for breaking the Agreement by coming here (no matter that its death would break it further) and Loki will be discovered missing.
He looks away from the city, from the towering ice-spires of home, and seeks signs of shelter in the cliffs that tower over them. The Ás had the dubious luck of landing on an ice-plain covering one of Jotunheimr’s many seas, but there is a storm picking up and even Loki is disturbed by the howling wind. The Ás, weak and pink-skinned and rapidly freezing to death, has stopped shivering and Loki can feel its pulse beginning to slow.
It will die, if he doesn’t act, and there will be war as soon as Odin Gallows-god hears of it.
Finally, he spots a dark shape. Little more than a crack in the cliff wall, and impossible for one of his kin to navigate. But Loki has the small, slight build of a sorcerer and the Ás is no bigger; the cave he has seen will suit them perfectly.
It is the work of moments to transport them there, and once they are deep inside and out of the wind, the Ás begins to shiver again. A green fire crackles to life under Loki’s hands and he pushes as much of his seiðr into it as he dares – heating the cave, but not leaving him defenceless. He will not save this Ás’ life only to be slain by it in turn. He knows too well from the stories of the War how treacherous these beings are.
The Ás’ shivering begins to cease again, and Loki approaches to test its pulse. He’s not sure what to do beyond what he’s already done, and if the Ás needs anything else then he’s going to be in trouble. But the heartbeat he registers is stronger than it was before and Loki breathes a sigh of relief, taking off his own cloak as an afterthought and draping it over the Ás’ unconscious form. The things it wears are ill-suited to Jotunheimr; it will benefit from more layers, and Loki is beginning to border on too warm so it is a compromise that suits them both. The Ás curls into it, grateful even in unconsciousness, and Loki hesitates. He stays by its side instead of moving back to his previous place at the other side of the cave. He knows what it is, but that doesn’t mean he’s ever seen one before.
This one has yellow hair, soft-looking and sun-bright. Its face is contorted in discomfort, and Loki touches his fingertips to its brow to smooth the creases as he imagines a mother would.
“You’re safe,” he says, keeping his voice soft so not to disturb it. “You’re safe.”
He merely hopes, as his sets up vigil at the Ás’ side, that he is too.
