Asgardian obiwan begins to show off his ability to use asgardian magic with Loki soon meeting him and adopting obiwan as his little brother.
“Obi-Wan, have you seen my…” Qui-Gon stopped talking as soon as he entered his Padawan’s room. He had expected to see said ginger haired boy sitting or perhaps lying somewhere, studying, but instead he found not one, but TWO Padawans in the room.
“Hello Master,” the Obi-Wan, who was lounging on his his bed with a datapad in his head, said sheepishly. The Obi-Wan, who was cleaning the shelves just waved.
Qui-Gon blinked, his eyes darting from one boy to the other. “What in the name of the Force…?” he asked, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer.
The Padawan on the bed flushed a crimson red, “My bearer taught me during her last visit… I thought I could learn and clean my room this way.” He waved with his hand and the second Padawan in the room flickered like a bad holo image, before he vanished into nothingness.
“I see,” of course the long haired man knew to whom his young charge was referring, namely his biological mother. Somehow the boy refused to call them his parents, mother or father. The latter title was what he sometimes used with Qui-Gon, but only when in private and when the mood was good.
“Well,” the Master cleared his throat, it was better not to ask too many questions of his charge’s Asgardian magic and nature, “I just came in, to ask if you have seen my spare lightsaber crystal, I want to test, if it will suit me better than my current one.” Obi-Wan knew that his Master had problems with his current crystal, he seemed to have ‘outgrown’ it.
The Padawan’s brows furrowed, “Have you not lent it to Master Windu?”
A groan escaped the bearded man and he let himself fall onto his Padawan’s bed, “In this case, it is lost.”
Obi-Wan sympathetically snuggled against the older man, not knowing what to say. He received a small smile from the older man.
“You will find another crystal Master, I am sure of it.”
Qui-Gon hummed, but changed the topic, “You know little one, I have thought about you… I was thinking that it might be time to contact your people and to tell them about your new found… abilities. Nobody in the temple quite knows how to deal with it and you have the right to learn how to properly use them.”
A sigh escaped the Jedi Master, “I won’t lie to you. It won’t be done with you travelling to Asgard and back every day. You would need to stay there, that much I know.” He hesitated, “But I am sure it would be worth it.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” he pushed himself into a kneeling position on the bed, his tone was almost afraid.
“You won’t have to.” He too sat up and put a comforting hand on his Padawan’s cheek. “I will be on Asgard for a certain amount of time and then you will return to me, stronger and more educated than ever before.”
The copper haired teenager seemed uncertain. “I…” he trailed off, avoiding his Master’s gaze.
“Don’t understand me wrong, my imp, I don’t want to get rid of you. I just want you to grow into the great and wise man you are supposed to be. And your magic is as much a part of you, as your Jedi training is. I just want what is best for you.”
Obi-Wan nodded. He huffed and a small smile appeared on his features, “The quicker I learn, the sooner I can return to you, right?”
Qui-Gon could not help but laugh at the innocent logic of his charge. “Indeed,” he agreed.
“Then… then I will go.” Silently he added ‘to make you proud’.
“Do you truly have anything that you need?”
“Yes Master,” the ginger haired Padawan sounded amused at his teacher’s fretting.
“Nothing forgotten? And you know, you can contact me whenever you like?”
“Yes Master, I know. And I will call you,” most likely every day, he added in his thoughts. Not only for his comfort, but for his Master’s sake as well.
A soft smile appeared on bearded features. “I am worrying too much, aren’t I?”
Obi-Wan chuckled. “Yes Master,” he was pulled into a tight hug.
“I am going to miss you, my imp.”
“I will miss you too, father,” he whispered into the other’s neck, before letting go and walking up the ramp to his transport, that would bring him to Asgard over the rainbow bridge.
“Have fun… and take good care of you,” the long haired man called after the retreating back of his student, who turned around to wave at the man, who had practically raised him.
Upon arriving in them magnificent domain that was called Asgard, Obi-Wan was not so sure if he had really made a good decision. The sight of the palace alone, was too much. All was so big and so sparkling, so unlike everything the Jedi stood for. And if he had expected his biologic parents to greet him, then he was disappointed. Instead an unknown man, who had black hair and looked like a warrior, approached him.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi?” the man had a deep, but gruff voice, not at all as warm as Qui-Gon’s.
Immediately the Padawan’s posture straightened. She schooled himself and took a deep breath and remembered himself that he wanted to make his Master proud.
“Yes, and who might you be?”
“Call me Par,” more did the bulky man not say. Obi-Wan did not like him, not at all.
Par had simply turned around after his brief ‘introduction’ and walked forward, not really caring for his charge. He would sometimes look over his shoulder to see if Obi-Wan was still following him, but otherwise, he ignored the younger man.
Obi-Wan decided that he had have enough of this. He concentrated a moment and only allowed himself to reopen his eyes, when an image flickered to life right before him. It was an exact copy of him. The ginger haired Padawan grinned and quickly slipped into the next alley that he saw, ordering his fake image to follow Par. He had not noticed the pair of blue eyes watching him.
Obi-Wan was not sure, how long he had freely roamed the countless streets of Asgard. He had seen and met a lot interesting people until he realized that he had been supposed to arrive at his temporary home hours ago and that his Master was waiting for his call. Guilt arose in his chest. His image looked real and could talk, but it could not touch real things or people. Perhaps this had not been a good idea after all.
“It looks like I found a lost soul,” a male voice said. It did not sound warm, but not as cold and uncaring as Par’s voice either.
The ginger haired Padawan spun around and found himself gazing into a smiling face of a raven haired man with icy blue eyes. The man seemed civilized and well groomed and there was something about him that drew the Padawan close to him.
“I am not lost, not really. I just don’t know where I have to go…” he explained lamely.
The man clad in green raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps you should have stayed with your overly charming guide.” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.
Obi-Wan chuckled, “Well, I just couldn’t stand such a warm welcome, it was simply too much.”
The raven haired male, who was obviously Asgardian and from the looks of it from noble blood, chuckled too. “My name is Loki Odinson, so I beg of you to refer to me as simply Loki.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he bowed in respect, “at your service.”
Loki’s smile was charming and welcome. “Well Obi-Wan Kenobi, I have to say that I liked your little trick… where have you learned Asgardian magic?”
“My carrier… I mean, my biological mother, once taught me while visiting me in the temple.”
“Temple?” Loki cocked his head in question.
“I am a Jedi in training,” he was not sure if the other male knew what he was talking about, “and I usually train at their temple… but my Master, my teacher send me back to Asgard and to my… biological parents, so that I learn about my magic.”
There was a sparkle in the older man’s eyes. “It seems today is your lucky day Obi-Wan,” he stepped forward and laid an arm over the Padawan’s shoulder. Then he made a gesture with his hand and the suitcase Obi-Wan had been carrying flowed a few steps over the ground and right beside Obi-Wan. “You just found your new teacher.”
“You are supposed to teach me?” he asked hopefully, he liked the older man and he had thought, no feared that his carrier would teach him.
“No, I am not supposed to, but I want to. And don’t worry, my young friend, since I am prince of Asgard, nobody will deny my claim.”
In astonishment and awe did Obi-Wan look at Loki, who was keeping his grip around him. “Thank you,” he mumbled a little embarrassed.
“Not for that, little brother.”
Obi-Wan wondered if that was a bond that he could feel coming to life between them. Whatever it was, he liked it.
