Loki's Child (In Editing)

Chapter 4

    "Wow! You're old." Loki laughs at his daughter's response.

    "You will be older than that one day." Loki reminds her.

    "But I'm half human. Doesn't that mean I only live the average human lifespan?" Kari questions, slightly fearful of the answer.

    Loki pauses for a brief moment.

"Not at all. The average lifespan of a halfling is somewhere around three thousand. But I am rather confident that because you are a sorceress, you will live as long as any Asgardian." Loki guarantees.

    "Cool!" Kari grins, making Loki smile.

     Her eyes are alight and happy, just like her mother's once were.

    Loki does not grieve over the loss of Katherine, Kari's mother. Being Asgardian means learning to let go of lives much shorter, like those of mortals. But for a short time, Loki missed her. He missed her smile, her laugh, her attitude, her boldness, her stubbornness, and even her anger at him when he did something stupid.

    But now, he has his daughter back, and he no longer needs to miss Katherine, because all the things he loved the most were in his daughter.

    That does not mean, however, that there won't always be a place in his heart for his deceased love.

    Loki enters his chambers, and Kari tags along.

    When she enters the room, her jaw once again drops. The room is huge. She could fit the entire two stories of the orphanage inside it!

    "Close your mouth, Kari." Loki advises with mirth.

    Kari shuts her mouth, but her eyes are still the size of saucers as she observes the elegant bedroom.

    "It's so..... big." She says at last.

    "I suppose it is larger than what you are accustomed to." Loki comments.

    "You have that right." Kari responds, looking around the room. It consists of a wardrobe, a door that Kari assumes leads to a bathroom, a huge bed, doors that lead to a balcony, a desk of some sort, and a huge bookshelf that almost takes up a whole wall.

    Kari walks right up to the bookshelf, looking and reading all the Asgardian titles and words.

    She notices some are historical, some are spell books, and some are merely for entertainment. Kari finds herself staring at the spell books the most. She was always interesting in magic, and she was almost finished with the book she owned, even though she hasn't mastered every spell it contains yet.

    "What spells can you perform?" Loki asks, tearing Kari from her thoughts.

    "Almost everything in that book. Except holograms. And creating gusts of wind. And most nonverbal spells. And duplicating. And teleporting. Teleporting is very hard." Kari says.

    "I am aware of that. It took me many attempts before I succeeded. It is indeed difficult as well as strenuous." Loki admits.

    "But otherwise, I can do some of the stuff in that book. I've been working on invisibility lately. I can do it, but it's hard to maintain. I lose my concentration too quickly." Kari sighs, staring at the ground.

    Magic was hard to do, and admitting it to your dad was harder, especially when he could do magic easily.

    "You shall get it eventually. When I was your age I could hardly perform any spell in this book." Loki states, making Kari look up at him.

    "Really?" She asks.

    He nods.

    "Huh." The young sorceress doesn't know what to say.

    "Have I rendered you speechless, angel?"

    Kari shakes her head. "No." She lies.

    Loki smirks. "Do not lie to me, darling. You know I can see through any dishonesty faster than you may speak it." He tells her, and Kari huffs.

   "Stupid god of lies." Kari mutters under her breath.

    "What was that?" He asks.

    "Nothing!" Kari looks up and smiles innocently, causing Loki to chuckle.

    "You are just like me, aren't you?" He questions.

    "Of course not, I'm just like me." Kari corrects, and Loki laughs.

    "You truly are your mother's daughter." He tells her, and she merely giggles in response.

     A knock on the door takes the two out of their happy moment.

     With a wave of Loki's hand, the door opens and Kari is invisible.

    A servant stands outside the door, bowing humbly. "The Allfather commands your presence." The servant informs him.

    "Tell him I shall arrive momentarily." Loki snaps at the servant girl.

    She bows once more, and takes a leave.

    With another wave of Loki's hand, the door is shut and Kari is visible.

    "Who's the Allfather?"

     "Odin." Loki responds simply, trying not to spit out the word like venom.

    "You don't like him?" Kari questions, easily reading his tone.

    "No." Loki retorts.

    "Now, stay here, do not do anything stupid, do not open the door to the balcony or the palace, and do not try magic. Just sit on the bed and wait, or there will be consequences." The Asgardian prince commands.

    "No magic at all?" Kari complains.

    "No." Loki states, causing the teenager to groan.

   "And I can sense when you use your magic in this room, so do not dare try it." Loki threatens. Even though it is a lie, Kari believes her father. Loki stares one last time before exiting his room and locking the door behind him.

    Kari groans once more, before mumbling, "So this is what it's like to have parents."