It took me really long to make this, like three or four days so im actually really proud of the result, what do you think? 😉
So this is about how Loki lied to Thor and hurt him with that, because he himself had been lied to all this time and burdened with never being able to reach the Position Thor could in his fathers eyes. I find it really sad, because i truly believe, whatever Loki did, he never had a Chance of getting on the Throne even if he proved himself worthy.
Daemon AU where frost giants don’t have daemons and that’s a problem Asgardians do, and they are trying to pass Loki off as one of them So he grows up carrying around his daemon in a cage. Its form settles really early on, like, unheard of early, as a raven, Like Odin’s (extra special god of everything so he gets two) ravens. Loki’s so proud as a child to be like Odin, to be special enough to have a settled form Daemon, and it’s been a raven as long as he can remember. But his daemon doesn’t talk to him, and he feels lonely watching how the others interact with their daemons. But he knows his is different. Vǫrðr doesn’t talk and he’s told he shouldn’t touch it. No one can touch Vǫrðr.
And when the stuff in the treasury happens, and Odin falls into the Odin sleep, Vǫrðr busts out of the cage and one of Odin’s ravens disappears, because Vǫrðr has secretly been Huginn this whole time. And Loki realizes just how alone he’s always been, just what a monster he’s always been.
And it’s no mistake that Vǫrðr was called ‘watcher’ in their tongue. Odin literally never let him out of his sight.
Whoa. Crazy good prompt.
The old woman smiled fondly at him. “It is all right to be frightened, child,” she crooned.
“I am not frightened of anything! Not even Hel!” Loki declared. “I will throw myself from the window and you will see how unfrightened I am!”
“Goodness, now you have frightened me!” the old woman said, eyebrows lifting high. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“I will not be a trophy!” Loki shrilled.
The old woman’s face formed a grim smile and she nodded slowly. “No. Not you,” she agreed quietly. “I will not see that fate befall you.”