The child was shivering, blue and very small, smaller even in Heimdall's arms. Frigga gestured to a healer without turning her head, and the woman hurried off, returning seconds later with an entourage of others, who swiftly took the little one away.
"The Allfather-" Heimdall began, but Frigga laughed.
"Of course this is his doing. The old fool." Who else would take an infant barely quickened and bring it home as a war trophy.
"Will she live?"
"He," Frigga said, considering. Born too soon, unfinished in myriad, critical ways, and yet... She sensed life in him. Fierce like fire. "Yes."
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Another nice one. I like the
Kleio
Another nice one. I like the image of small baby in Heimdall hand.
Thank you! The whole "so I
Kahvi
Thank you! The whole "so I took this baby from a battlefield" idea is v. Odin, but I couldn't see him... holding Loki? So, this.
I agree, the mental image of
Roadsterguy
I agree, the mental image of little baby Loki in Heimdall's arms...!
And that Frigga knew.
Oh, she always knows. Thankee
Kahvi
Oh, she always knows. Thankee!
Awww. I like Frigga.
Smrtijedka
Awww. I like Frigga.
Hard same.
Kahvi
Hard same.