( chaos-in-the-making see what you make me do?!?!?!)
It had nearly a year, nearly a year since the fight, since Anison had left Asgard, since he had last spoken to Loki, his beloved Loki. It had been the worst fight they ever had, and it had left Anison hurting badly. In that year, from spite, Loki had taken a new lover, a young woman, and she had become pregnant. Anison had been unaware of this until much later, until the child had been born and Loki had cast out the mother.
He entered into the nursery, his steps quiet on the stone floor. He watched Loki a while, the way he rocked in the chair, the bottle in his hand, as he fed his child. The master mage came closer, his steps becoming a little heavier, when Loki moved her to his shoulder to burp her. He could see the child’s face now, and a few things made more sense, but he wasn't disgusted, he was proud. He was proud of Loki, proud of how he could look beyond and love the child.
“Stop sneaking around.” Loki growled.
“Forgive me, I was just admiring how tender you are with your child.” Anison spoke.
Loki stood and turned to look at Anison, he was trying to find the words to snap back at him, but Anison just came closer, touching the child’s head softly.
“May I hold the child?” Anison asked, his eyes focused on the babe.
“Her name is Hel.” Loki wanted to be cross, but he couldn't, not when speaking of his daughter.
“A perfect name for a princess.” Anison replied.
“She probably won’t like you.” Loki snorted.
“Why don’t you let her decide.” Anison rebuttled.
Loki eventually yielded and offered his precious bundle over to Anison.
The seer looked down at the child, a fond and gentle smile on his lips. “Aren't you just precious.” He spoke softly to the child, slowly rocking. He looked at her carefully, letting his magic work around them. “I see greatness in you my princess. Great strength and wisdom.” One finger came to to gently poke at her, the tiny babe’s hand grabbing onto it before giggling. “Which of course is to be expected, your father is a master of magic.” He rocked her more, finding a special bond with the infant. “You know there is a chance you may be even better than he, but don’t tell him that. He gets jealous easy.” He leaned down to the girl whispering.
Loki had just been standing there, watching his mentor, and in the past, lover, hold his child, speak to her gently and lovingly, how he showed no disdain and disgust, how he could see the same things Loki saw. Eventually he came closer, wanting to hold his daughter again.
Anison looked at Loki before giving him the child. “She is perfect.”
“I know.” Loki answered, holding his daughter close. “You don’t hate me?”
“I could never hate you.”
“I seeded a woman, she bore me a child.”
“And she is no longer here.”
“Because she was a fool.”
Loki finally looked up at him, he could feel the energy between them, it was an energy that had been missing for the last year, had been a void that even a perfect daughter could not fill. Anison, his Anison, the man who accepted everything about him, his good and bad, and even his child.
“I’m sorry....” Loki yielded.
“I’m sorry also.” Anison stepped up closer wrapping his arms around them both.
mischiefsonlydaughter (tagging you because Hel love)
