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“Is it worrisome that the boys haven’t exhibited any abilities yet?” Muttered Sigyn as she laid back in bed, an old spell book rested on her lap. She was wearing a simple blush nightgown that fell over her shoulders. She sighed as she rubbed her forehead. The boys were almost five now, and neither had shown any signs of abilities. Fenrir and Hel had shown signs as early as two.
“They’ll display their abilities when they’re ready. Everyone’s different.” Loki laid in bed next to her, a hand running through her hair. They had moved to Vanaheim after Thanos’ defeat. Thor had continued to live in New Asgard, while Loki desired somewhere familiar. He remembered how beautiful Vanaheim was, especially in the winter when bright snow was covering the ground. They had lived there for a while, when the boys were babies, in a cabin Sigyn lived in when she was younger with her mother and sisters.
The cabin was much smaller than anything Loki had lived in, but the palace had always been a shallow home. There was never any love around the palace. They all kept to themselves. All Loki remembered was the times he was yelled at or scolded by Odin, the snide remarks echoing off the gold walls. When he made it to the cabin in Vanaheim, it felt like home. Sigyn’s sisters lived nearby, and the village was full of accepting and loving people. They didn’t have royalty. While some still slipped and referred to him as Prince Loki, he was known in town as simply, Loki. People weren’t afraid of him or scared of what he had done. He was known as Sigyn’s husband.
He helped those around town with spells. There were a few children in town who had exhibited magic, so Loki came and taught them necessary spells and ways to control their magic. Sigyn had created a luscious garden behind their house, and often gave out some of the veggies and fruits they grew to neighbors. For once in Loki’s life, he finally felt accepted.
Now they had two five-year-old boys and a six-month-old baby named Ragna, born after Thanos’ defeat. Her named symbolized so much. Loki was surprised that he had survived Ragnarok, and she was a little reminder of how strong he and Sigyn were. They survived what they shouldn’t have. Of course, they both had scars. Loki continually had issues with his neck, and there was still a thick purple scar on his neck from Thanos’ grip. He had deep red scars across his body from Thanos’ torture. Sigyn had small cuts on the side of her face, and a few dark marks on her back.
They had survived though. Which brought them back to the topic at hand, raising their children. That was their main concern now. All the children Loki had trained had all exhibited powers by the time they were three. The boys were five, and still nothing had happened. Sigyn’s worrying mind went straight to the bad, that something was wrong with them or that Odin had cursed them to live a mortal life just to punish Loki and Sigyn.
“I didn’t exhibit full powers until I was almost six. Just because the other kids are doesn’t mean the boys are behind. They’re just not ready yet.” Loki mumbled as Sigyn laid against him, his hand still stroking her curly blonde hair. It wasn’t often that they could lay together and talk like this. “Sooner or later it will happen. Nothing is wrong.” Sigyn nodded and closed her eyes, hoping her anxiety would cease in the morning.
It wasn’t until about a week later that a ‘magical incident’, as Sigyn liked to call it, happened. Loki was sitting on the floor, bouncing their little girl as she smiled and giggled. Sigyn would do anything to be able to stop time and keep him this happy. Keep him this joyful of life and their kids. He hadn’t been having nightmares as often. The boys could tell when it happened though. The candles in the kitchen would often wake them up, and both Sigyn and Loki could hear the small pitter patter of their feet as they would stand in the doorway, usually asking if daddy was okay. It broke Sigyn’s heart, but she knew that simple favors like the boys asking if he was alright showed Loki all the support he had. Since Ragna was born, the nightmares had happened only about twice, since both were too exhausted most times to even think.
Sigyn stood in the kitchen, admiring Loki playing with Ragna. She was just beginning to crawl, which they both remembered as a hectic time with the boys. The boys were running outside. Vali had brought a picture book out to read under his favorite tree, while Narvi was most likely searching for snakes, Sigyn’s least favorite of his past times. Suddenly the door flew open.
“Mommy, daddy look look!” Yelled Vali as she ran inside, grabbing his mom’s hand, pulling her outside. Loki leapt up, following behind with Ragna held tightly in his arms. Both had no clue what was happening until they look at the measly garden they had planted when the boys were babies. The colorful flowers had died a few years ago, after a rather harsh winter on Vanaheim.
They couldn’t believe their eyes. The once dead flowers were brightly in bloom, ranging from reds to blues to yellows. There were roses and daisies and tulips. It was magnificent.
“Who did this?” Mumbled Sigyn as she held onto Loki’s arm. The boys stayed silent, Narvi looking down and Vali fidgeting with his hands.
“No one’s in trouble.” Sigyn took Ragna from his arms, as he knelt on the boys’ level. “Whoever did this is extremely talented, and we’re extremely proud.” The boys nodded as Narvi spoke up.
“I’ve been working on this for a while. When I touch the flowers, they get better.” Narvi looked up at Loki, a smile on his chubby little face. In that moment, he looked like a mini version of Loki as a child, straight black hair and a pale face. The only exception was his bright blue eyes. Loki would have loved to be able to talk to his father the way Narvi did, without fear.
“Vali and I worked on it. Each flower means something.” Narvi explained, excited. “It has everyone’s favorite colors. I hope you like it. Vali told me what these colors mean. Mommy likes pink, so there’s pink daisies right there, and they represent compassion. Mommy always accepts my apologies when I bring snakes in.”
Sigyn smiled as she ruffled his hair, walking through the garden, bouncing Ragna who was trying to grab onto every flower in sight. Narvi was giving them a tour.
“These are lilacs, and they’re purple for Ragna. They represent peace. When she sleeps, she’s peaceful and looks cute. The green bushes represent daddy, because he only wears green.” Loki scowled.
“I wear more than green.” He mumbled. Sigyn shook her head and patted him on the back, holding onto his bicep. He was wearing a green tunic, which Narvi was true about. He only wore green. Narvi had him beat there.
“There’s blue for Vali, and represents wisdom, and I think Vali is really smart. Lastly, yellow represents me because its positive and I’m a ball of sunshine.” Sigyn smiled as she led the boys into the house, tousling their hair. They couldn’t have been prouder. They sat the boys down in the living room.
“Why didn’t you tell us when you started to exhibit powers? That can be scary to do alone.” Questioned Sigyn, sitting next to them.
“We weren’t scared. I have earth powers, and Vali has more of daddy’s powers.” Sigyn and Loki stopped. Loki’s powers? That could be anything, illusions, shapeshifting, teleportation.
“What powers exactly?” Asked Loki, kneeling in front of the boys. Sigyn stared intently at Vali, giving what some Midgardians called ‘the look.’
“Cloning.” He said quietly. Sigyn and Loki looked at each other in shock. Cloning had taken Loki years to master. Had his son taught himself to clone by the age of five? If so, these boys would be much more magically skilled than Loki or Sigyn.
“I would make it look like Narvi was running around and I was reading so you wouldn’t worry why we were working on the garden. So, it could stay a surprise.” While Sigyn was still shocked how the boys were so talented without proper education. Sigyn felt pride swelling inside her.
“While that is extremely scary, and you should not do that. I am still proud of you. Your magic is extremely amazing and magnificent. Mommy and daddy are extremely proud of you.” The boys looked over at both their parents before launching themselves into hugs. Ragna had been put to bed. Sigyn and Loki grabbed the boys and hugged them tightly. The boys pulled back and ran to their rooms in delight. Sigyn and Loki stood up together, her holding onto his shoulder as she noticed the small tears in his eyes.
She turned to him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. She knew the feeling he was having. It was a good feeling. A feeling of giving your kids what you didn’t have. Loving parents, helping and caring for you, rather than scolding you or bullying you. They had everything Loki never had, and he was proud.
“You are truly the best father.” She whispered to him, holding him closely, kissing his cheek. She felt him shake, crying into her hair as she rubbed his back. “You make me so happy daily. You have given me such beautiful children and I love you so much.” He pulled her into a kiss, holding her to his chest. She gently held his face, her hands slowly making way to his hair. Suddenly they heard a yell.
“Ew stop. That’s gross.” Muttered Narvi as he walked to the kitchen, Vali trailing behind. They were both shaking their heads. Loki chuckled as he rolled his eyes. Sigyn had to hide her face in Loki’s chest because she was crying laughing.
“Get over here.” Sigyn grabbed the boys, tickling them. Loki stood, watching the scene before him. His boys laughing, Sigyn smiling and happy. Loki realized that finally, he was given a happy ending.