Author's note: Hey guys, I've actually been pretty productive with writing over the last few days (shocking news) so I'm posting early... but actually it's late bcos it's like almost midnight here. Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter <3
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"Mother! How could you?" Thor exclaimed.
"We had to, for her safety as well as ours. We couldn't have an Asgardian child going down to Midgard and telling everyone about us. Not that anyone would have believed her, but better safe than sorry." Odin said bluntly.
You were shaking. Of all the scenarios you'd come up with in your head, none of them had even come close to this. You didn't know how to feel.
"Why not teach me how to control it? Or, I don't know, something other than abandon a six-year-old on another planet?"
"Are you questioning our decision?" Odin asked, in a voice that suggested you shouldn't argue with him.
"Yes!" you said defiantly.
Loki's POV
Loki didn't think he'd ever been more in love with you than in that moment, watching you stand up to Odin with an utter disregard for the fact that you were speaking to the king of Asgard. He couldn't say he blamed you for feeling reckless, you'd just found out that him and Frigga had stripped you of your memories and family and dumped you on a different realm when you were six years old. Still, you probably shouldn't have spoken to him like that.
Odin stood up threateningly and Loki found himself moving towards you purely out of instinct. Frigga placed a gentle hand on Odin's arm, which at least stopped him from killing you on the spot. She then whispered something in his ear, causing him to glare at you vehemently, and then Loki.
"This was a bad idea. If this goes wrong, I will not hesitate to lock him back up, along with the mortal."
Then he strode from the room, hardly glancing at any of you. Frigga sighed again, moving down the steps towards you. She looked old, Loki thought sadly. He wished she could be happier.
"You'll have to excuse him, he's not having a good day." Frigga said.
When did Odin have a good day? Had he ever had a good day? Loki doubted it. You were shaking; he wished he could do something about it.
"Can I have my memories back?" you asked Frigga.
"Yes. I'm afraid Odin disapproves, but you deserve to have them."
Loki opened his mouth, and then somehow found the restraint to close it again. His mother threw him an appraising look, and then turned to you and placed a hand on either side of your head.
"This won't hurt." Frigga said, and then your eyes glazed over as she performed the difficult magic which gave you your memories back. Loki could have seen what you were seeing if he'd wanted to, but he didn't want to pry. Thor was watching him watching you, but Loki didn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know he'd seen. After a minute, Frigga withdrew her hands and you swayed where you stood. All eyes were on you.
"Where are they?" you asked eventually, your voice shaking. Your parents. Your poor parents...
"They're waiting outside." Frigga said, nodding in the direction that they were, and you immediately turned to walk away.
"Y/N, wait." she continued, moving towards you again.
You were angry, not upset; that's why you were shaking. Loki briefly considered trying to talk to you in your mind, before realising that his mother would likely hear whatever he said too.
"I am sorry, I hope you can forgive Odin and I where your parents could not."
You forced a smile and nodded.
"I understand why you had to do it." you told her. It was such an obvious lie, which Frigga, Loki and Thor all saw straight through, but at least you were trying. Then you turned and walked quickly out of the room.
"You are both very fond of that girl." Frigga said when you were gone: a statement rather than a question.
Loki looked at the floor, and then back up to find his mother and brother smiling at him. He scowled at Thor, but couldn't bring himself to do the same to Frigga.
"Perhaps you should leave us Thor." Frigga suggested.
"Yes, I'll go and find Sif and the Warriors Three, it's been too long." Thor said happily, and strode off, his cape billowing out behind him.
Frigga observed Loki for a moment, and then gestured towards the palace gardens.
"Let's walk." she said.
Loki sighed. He had never been able to lie to his mother, and he had a horrible feeling that he wasn't about to be able to start now.
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Your POV
The memories had been hazy, but they were there, and they were yours.
The clearest memory was of the stories you'd been told of your great grandmother who had been a sorceress and an outcast from old Asgardian society because of her ability to use magic. Specifically, purple magic. Your mother had told you it had skipped two generations to come to you, and that it was an amazing gift that not many people understood.
Best of all had been one of the final memories, which had been of your mother sneaking the picture of her and your father into the small bag you had taken with you to Midgard: the very same picture which was currently in your pocket right now. You couldn't wait to see them.
As Frigga had promised, they were waiting in the courtyard outside the throne room. They were older, but they were the people in the picture alright. Your mother was already sobbing by the time you reached them, and your father's eyes were filled with tears as he pulled you into an embrace. Oddly, it was the smell of them that made you cry rather than anything else. That long forgotten scent... it smelt like home. Ylva and Ivor, those were their names. How could you ever have forgotten?
"You remember us? They gave you your memories back?" your father asked.
"Yes. Frigga was apologetic, Odin not so much. He didn't want me to have my memories back." you explained, gently detaching yourself from your mother, who was still crying.
Once you had all composed yourselves you sat, and you talked. There was a lot to catch up on. You told them about your life on Midgard, showed them the picture of them you'd always carried with you and tried to downplay how ultimately miserable everything had been before the day Thor had almost flattened you with a bus. You told them about life with the Avengers, your mother visibly worrying when you told them about the missions you had been on.
"I don't like that you've been spending so much time around Prince Loki. Surely you know what he's done?" your father said, after you'd spent about twenty minutes talking about him. Oops.
"No listen, not many people know this, but he had been brainwashed when the attack on New York happened, and..."
"The what? He attacked your city?!" your mother exclaimed. This wasn't going well.
"Well, yes, but like I said..."
"Do you know that he tried to lead an attack on Asgard which almost resulted in the death of Odin? Was he tortured before that happened?" she continued.
"No, but Odin only ever used him as a bargaining chip, he was trying to prove himself to him. Or something." you said, unsure who you were actually trying to convince.
"Y/N, he killed his own father. He's a Frost Giant. He can't be safe to be around."
Wow. You had a bone to pick with Thor. He'd left out some very major details when he'd told you 'everything' on the roof of the tower all those weeks ago.
"Loki killed Laufey?" you asked, and both your parents nodded.
From their perspective, you could see how he probably didn't look like the best person for their daughter to be spending practically every second of every day with.
"You're in love with him." Ylva said suddenly, staring at you. Something weird happened in your chest. Both you and your father turned to look at her in astonishment.
"No, I'm not in love with anyone." you said dismissively, and then your father was staring at you instead.
"You're as bad at lying now as you were when you were five honey." your mother told you, her eyes filling with tears again.
"I don't, it's not..." you struggled to find the words under the gaze of your parents. Eventually you just gave up, resigning yourself to stare at the table. You could hear your parents' worried thoughts loud and clear. They didn't understand. Or maybe it was you that didn't understand.
"How old am I?" you asked, suddenly remembering the question you had been so desperate to ask.
"A question we've often wondered about too. Time works differently on Asgard and Midgard, so we can't be entirely sure, as you've spent time on both realms. We think about a thousand in Asgardian years, give or take." your father told you, apparently thankful for a change of subject.
"Wha - a thousand? Really?" you asked, gobsmacked.
"The average life span for an Asgardian is around five thousand years, you're young!" your mother laughed.
"I'm sure Frigga will know exactly how old you are, or perhaps Heimdall." your father said, somewhat bitterly.
You couldn't believe it. Had you stayed on Asgard you would have been a thousand years old. And that was young!
"Enough about me, tell me about you, and Asgard." you requested, and that took another half an hour of talking up. No one had told you that you couldn't leave the palace, so after that you walked from the palace to your childhood home, which you were delighted to find hadn't changed a bit. Your bedroom had remained untouched since you'd been moved to Midgard, and you spent a while sat on your bed looking through your old toys and storybooks. Then you had lunch and talked with your parents some more.
After a while there was a knock on the door, and your mother opened it to reveal Thor, flanked by three men and a woman.
Your mother instantly sunk into a deep curtsy, and Thor smiled and bowed his head graciously.
"Hey Thor." you called.
"Lady Y/N! Mother said we might find you here." he replied, smiling as you got up to stand next to your mother.
"Thor these are my parents, Ylva and Ivor."
You laughed at how starstruck your parents seemed as Thor greeted them both.
"You don't mind if we take Y/N for a bit do you? I want to show her Asgard." Thor asked your parents politely.
"No, of course Your Highness." your mother smiled, covering her nerves with charm.
You hugged your parents goodbye and thanked them for lunch, and then joined Thor at the doorway.
"Ylva and Ivor, you have been invited to dinner at the palace tonight if you so wish to attend." Thor mentioned casually as you were about to leave. Your parents looked at each other. You knew what they were thinking: they hadn't forgiven Frigga and Odin for what they had done to you, and them.
"We'll think about it. Thank you." Ivor said with a smile.
"Very well." Thor replied, before turning to leave.
"Hang on a minute Thor." you said, and moved back towards your parents.
"Please come tonight, I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I go back!" you begged.
"Y/N, there's something else that you should know. There were rumours, when you were a child, that you were somehow a child of Odin, that he'd been unfaithful to Frigga and that's why you had magic. We think he may have sent you to Midgard to protect his reputation... that's why he didn't want Frigga teaching you how to control your magic." your father explained quickly and quietly.
"But... surely not - Frigga wouldn't let something like that happen... would she?" you asked in shock.
"Just keep that in mind okay? We don't trust them, so be careful." he told you, turning you back towards the door.
"Now go and have some fun. We'll see you again before you leave."
"Okay... I'll see you later." you said to your parents with a wave, who waved back, and then followed Thor out of the doorway.
"Are you okay?" Thor asked you as you joined him outside.
"Yeah, it's just a lot." you replied, looking back up at the palace which dominated the skyline.
"We can talk about all that later. Now it's time for a tour of Asgard!" he announced, and you laughed, aware that he was trying to cheer you up.
You couldn't forget what your father had said about Odin. Would he really have dumped an innocent Asgardian child on Midgard just to protect his reputation? After what Loki had told you about him, it wouldn't surprise you. And there was another thing: Loki. The way your parents had listed all of the undeniably awful stuff he had done... were you being blindsided by how you felt about him? You vowed to yourself that you would talk to him about it at some point; hopefully he would be able to explain what had happened properly. Unlike some people, you thought, glancing fondly at Thor.
You pushed it all from your mind, and tried to concentrate on the moment. You were on Asgard! Time to enjoy yourself.
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DISCLAIMER: so many people have been getting confused by this last part... Y/N is NOT Odin's daughter. They are RUMOURS. Obviously Ylva and Ivor know Y/N is their daughter because they BIRTHED her, I just added this bit in to accentuate how much of a ✨turd✨ Odin is for sending Y/N to Midgard away from her family. To confirm: Y/N and Loki are NOT related. thank u, next.