Loki: The God of Magic

[Samael61]

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—​

Asgard

973 A.D.

Loki held back a frown.

When his father said he would give both Loki and his brother, Thor, a personal lesson, he had hoped it would be about seidr.

But it was just about Asgard's history.

Nevertheless, it wasn't entirely useless. He just learned that the myths of Asgard had taken root on Earth when the Aesir were driving the invading Jotnar out.

Books were a constant companion while suffering from leukemia as a human, though of course none mentioned anything about the Frost Giants invading Earth.

He wondered about Earth and how the other children in the hospital were doing.

"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all," Thor said, swinging his arms wildly, as if he were a great warrior with an equally mighty weapon in his hands.

"They are not monsters, Thor; they just had a stupid king, that's all." Even half listening to the history lesson, Loki learned more than Thor.

Also, he did not share any features with Odin or Frigga and was pretty sure he too was a Jotun. The myths were clear on that, though on how they had gotten mixed to the point of depicting him as Odin's sworn brother when he was his son.

Even if adopted.

"Your brother is correct," Odin nodded. At least one child was listening to his words, "It was Laufey who started the war for glory and more land. Tradition dictated the Jotnar follow him. It did not matter if the war was foolish or just."

Undeterred, Thor pumped his fist up, shouting, "Then I'll just slay Laufey."

Loki rolled his eyes, "The lesson here, brother, is that there is peace, and Father wants the future king to keep it that way. Not to go and start a war."

He would not take the throne, as it seemed too tedious a task, so Thor naturally would be the king.

Not that the Allfather would give Asgard to him, being adopted and all.

It would be even more tedious if Thor started a war because he saw the Jotuns as monsters in need of slaying.

"Oh," his brother said, finally realizing the core of the lesson their father was trying to impart. Odin, in his attempt to make Thor realize the meaning behind his words, had just confused his oldest son.

"You should be more direct with Thor, Father; not everyone learns the same way," he said.

Odin raised his brow, amused.

—​

Thankfully, once the lesson was over, he was allowed to leave. His first stop was to find his mother, Frigga, and badger her for more lessons on seidr.

Blonde like Thor, dressed in a golden gown, her smile was radiant like the sun.

As a sickly mortal once, he was in love with tales of magic. Now, as a god, though that was debatable, he had seidr under his command. He was a novice but willing to learn more.

All thanks to her.

"Mother," he called out. Frigga's guests had just left the tea party, and the servants were taking the cups away.

Running her hand over her son's slicked-back hair, Frigga had him sit on the chair across from her, "Loki, how did the lesson with your father go?"

"Informative," he said, considering his next words, "even if Thor was more insistent on slaying the Jotnar than keeping the peace."

Frigga's smile wavered for a second.

"Where is your brother?" she asked. The brothers were inseparable most of the time, with Thor always dragging Loki to somewhere.

Loki rolled his shoulders, "Training."

As soon as the lesson was over, Thor rushed to find his instructors to swing his training hammer on a wooden post. He did see the appeal, as if a hero training to slay the evil dragon, but it could not compare to seidr.

"Did you not consider following him?"

"No," he shook his head, "I want to learn more seidr." Loki had his mandatory arms training, but he did not spend any more time on it than he had to.

"My boy," she pinched his cheek, "you cannot run before crawling."

"I know it is best to be patient while practicing seidr," as he had been warned many times, "but I am a fast learner."

"Indeed?" Frigga raised an eyebrow, challenging her son. "Show me your conjuration then."

"I am," he said, and the Loki before her faded away in green.

Frigga turned around, seeing her younger son leaning on a tree, his nose buried in a book.

"How did you?" A child of Loki's age, no matter how strong, should not have been able to deceive her so easily.

"Told you I am a fast learner. Now, can I learn more?" It was a matter of fine control and creating another Loki rather than just a mere illusion.

With no excuses left, Frigga agreed, "Very well, but after lunch."

—​

Loki raised his hand, surrounding the flying juice with seidr, before pushing it back into Thor's glass.

In his excitement to tell the grand tale of his training session, his brother had accidentally knocked the glass over. The juice inside, a rich red color, flew straight at him.

His brother was prone to breaking everything around, and Loki had quickly figured out creative ways to prevent the accidents from falling on him.

"Thank you, brother," Thor said.

At least he had enough manners to be grateful.

"Just be careful next time," he replied. Not that Thor would listen.

—​

"You have seen it too. What do you think?" Frigga asked. After lunch, she had given Loki his latest task and found her husband in his workroom.

"You are correct, my love," Odin said, grasping his wife's hand, "His affinity for seidr is incredible."

Their adopted child was talented in seidr beyond most and put in the hard work necessary to nurture it. Odin knew Loki would go even further if he was not paced.

"Are you still intent on your plan? When Thor claims he'll slay the Jotnar once he is king?" she asked.

The Jotnar were fierce enemies, and even the mighty legions of Asgard had suffered great losses. It was unavoidable for a deep sense of hatred to take place in the hearts of the Aesir, and the Jotuns were vilified as barbaric monsters.

Her husband's plan to ensure lasting peace between Asgard and Jotunheim by using Loki, a child born a Jotun yet raised as a prince of Asgard, would not work. Whether he was abandoned as they thought, or something else, the Jotnar would not accept one of their own raised among the Aesir.

"He is a boy," he excused, though it was a weak argument. "They are nothing more than flights of fancy."

Frigga knew otherwise: "They are whims, unless he is dissuaded. If not, it will be his way of life when he is grown."

"I believe Loki has done that," he smiled. Perhaps being more direct with Thor in important matters would work for the better.

She leaned her head on Odin's shoulder, "You haven't answered my first question."

Closing his one good eye, he took a deep breath and exhaled, "I am less sure about letting him go each day."

"Good."

—​

"Brother, come," Thor said, pulling Loki by the arm. His brother was strong for his age, and if Loki wasn't properly seated, he knew Thor would drag him behind.

He, however, wasn't going anywhere, "Where and why?"

"To an adventure," his brother declared. Loki fought the urge to snort. Of course his brother wanted to go on a mock adventure.

"We have lessons, Thor," he reminded, "and you will be punished should you run from them again." His brother had made it a habit to

"You never want to play with me," Thor crossed his arms, pouting.

"When you want to play something good, Thor, I will join you," he replied. Going around with toy weapons, slaying imaginary monsters, and finding equally fake treasure was not his idea of fun.

"Like what?"

There was one game he always wanted to play, and why not do it now? "How about a game of ball?"

"Sounds boring," Thor grumbled. How could a game of ball be better than swords?

"This is a different kind," because Loki was sure Asgard did not have football.

—​

In their lives so far, Loki had come to learn one thing.

Thor learned by doing. Teaching him history through the books was like convincing Sleipner to let someone other than Odin ride him.

Impossible.

He had suggested his father create enactments and have Thor be a part of it, but it fell on deaf ears. Sometimes, he wondered if the Allfather's ears were damaged too.

Loki, before he was Loki, wanted to play football, just like the kids outside. Most days, however, even getting out of the bed was a chore.

"How do we play this ball game of yours?" Thor asked. It was rare for his brother to play with him, and he wanted to learn the game quickly.

"First, we need more people to make teams," he explained, thinking on how to make football more appealing to Thor. "Think of this like a battle, only with a ball rather than weapons."

Thor dropped the ball in his hands, pushing it back and forth with his feet. "I prefer weapons."

"Oh, I see," Loki said, raising his shoulders and arms. "I suppose it is difficult for you."

Thor's face contorted to something ugly, "What?! Take that back," he demanded, getting into Loki's face.

"How about you prove me wrong?" He challenged.

"Fine," his brother agreed, "Let us find more companions for the teams then."

Finding companions to play football was easy. Every child wanted to be friends with the princes. Separated into two teams with Loki and Thor on each side, the day was mostly spent on how to play without breaking the rules.

Still, it was fun.

He only knew how to play from what he watched on television and wasn't any better than Thor with his natural affinity for sports. A guard had acted as a referee, and when their mother came to collect them for the lessons, she was delighted to see them all play.

The football matches would be a constant in their childhood, as it gave Thor a way to burn the energy he could not with training, and Loki actually enjoyed the sport.

Teams would differ each time, and more adults showed up to watch.

When he just wanted to play a game he longed for, Loki could not imagine the changes it would bring to Asgard.

—​

Fed, washed, and tucked by his parents into his princely bed, Loki closed his eyes.

Only long enough to ensure there would be no last-minute checks by Frigga. Every night, before he actually went to sleep, Loki wondered.

What was seidr?

It was an energy they all were born with to various degrees, at least by what his mother said. Thor, for example, had his seidr rooted in thunder and storms, while Loki's powers were more varied.

Allfather, on the other hand, was like an ocean without an end or an insurmountable mountain. Yet, his seidr was different, something more.

He had not asked why, preferring to discover the answer.

But how could his brother's seidr be so narrow when the very existence of their father kept the peace across the Nine Realms? When Loki's seidr was on a whole different branch of the same tree? Was it because he was a Jotun?

It made no sense to him, so he attempted to understand it each night.

What was seidr?

Easier than taking a breath, the energy flowed through his hands and coagulated into a green orb. It was pure seidr, and he focused, trying to pry its secrets.

What was this energy exactly? What were its building blocks? Something he did not know? Matter existed because countless atoms came together, so why did this green energy in his hands exist? Why did it vary from person to person?

The answer did not come to him tonight, as it had not since he started learning how to weave seidr a year ago.

He would not give up. Magic was too wild to be so constrained, and he had thousands of years to discover the answer.

—​

Between teaching Thor and the others how to play football and trying to discover the secrets of the power in his veins, his lessons in seidr continued with his mother, or with the talented sorcerers in the court when she wasn't available.

If he could have learned seidr forever, he would, but there were more subjects he had to learn as an eight-year-old than there should have been.

The downside of being a prince.

Mathematics, star charting, the workings of the universe, the history of Asgard and the Nine Realms, and more.

When he asked his teacher why they had to learn so much so early, the answer was unexpected. Once the books and the theories were finished, they would be expected to visit their allies across the Nine Realms, to enforce peace where necessary in Allfather's name, and so they could spend the rest of their lives outside the lecture halls.

In a way, it made sense too. Aesir lived for eight thousand years or so, and a couple centuries in the lecture halls was better than two millennia.

He guessed a longer life span did not mean they naturally had the patience to match it.

—​

"Father, who rules Niflheim?" Loki asked, and the table quieted down.

His mother and father shared a look, while Thor continued eating, unbothered by the question.

Odin lowered his spoon, and his gaze wavered. "What makes you ask that?"

"Every realm has its own people and rulers. Even Svártalfheim had the Svartálfar long ago with Malekith, but there is no mention of anyone ruling Niflheim." In truth, he knew that no one lived there, but he asked the question for a different answer.

An answer to a question he could not afford to ask directly.

The tension in his parents bled away, and Odin answered with a smile, "Niflheim is the primordial realm of mist, ice, and cold, but none live there."

If Niflheim was empty, they should not have reacted like that.

"How come?" he asked. Ymir was born from the ice of Niflheim and the heat of Muspelheim, but his descendants had settled in Jotunheim, and there was only one entity living—kind of—in that realm.

"That is a mystery people have long stopped seeking an answer for," was Odin's answer.

Loki nodded, "I see. Thank you, Father."

In the myths, Hela was his daughter with Angrboda, yet the life he lived was vastly different. Could she be in Helheim, the deepest part of Niflheim? Then whose child was she?

Or was she just a primordial force?

There were so many things he knew that were wrong, and unfortunately, the library did not provide the answers.

In the future, once he is strong enough, Loki will discover these answers by himself. For now, he had to finish his breakfast.

—​

In the next chapter:

Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.

There were intruders.

Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.

"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."

They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.



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[To-be-hero-X]

We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."

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Oh great it's dumbassass TVA

 

[Lord of the First Flame]

Damn this is some good stuff.

 

[Starman25]

They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.

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TVA will find out what happens when there's no script protection for kidnapping people, because it becomes obvious who wins: three people or the soldiers of Asgard?

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

Ooooh! This some good shit!

 

[Mad_Smile2607]

Oh great it's dumbassass TVA

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Who are they, And how stupid are their reasons for messing with the MC?

 

[To-be-hero-X]

Who are they, And how stupid are their reasons for messing with the MC?

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Group of dumbass who have control over time there job is to protect the sacred timeline in order to do so they were literally attacking capture anything that diverges from the quote on quote sacred timeline even have a bomb to destroy entire timelines the funny part is the sacred timeline is one big lie created by Kang in order to stop a war from parallel other kang overall one big fat complicated story you need to check it out yourself to understand whole picture

 

[Lillie Jones]

TVA cease and resist the temptation of attacking eight yr old Prince Loki with there sacred Timeline BS.
I guess Author San has a plan for this TVA backing off of young Loki Thor childhood phase in Asgard.
Even if best thing that came out of the TVA was FemLoki variant Sylvie
Continue on
Cheers!

 

[Starman25]

Will Loki befriend Amora?
That sorceress who liked Thor and tried to seduce him and allied herself with Loki and his plans (who seems to have been replaced in the MCU by Sylvie).

Amora, known as the Enchantress, is a powerful Asgardian sorceress and one of Thor's main villains in Marvel comics. Famous for her beauty, machinations, and use of magic to enchant and manipulate, she is a recurring antagonist of both Thor and Loki, and a figure who seeks both power and love, despite her failures to seduce the God of Thunder.

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Main Characteristics:

Spoiler

Origin: Born in Asgard, she studied magic with the sorceress Karnilla and others, becoming a master of arcane arts and seduction. Powers: Manipulation of Asgardian energies, sorcery, enchantments, and advanced mystical abilities, even being able to control minds with a kiss. Personality: Manipulative, cruel, vain, but also an experienced and formidable sorceress. Relationships: Frequently allied with Loki, rival of Lady Sif, and a frustrated love interest of Thor. Role: Antagonist of Thor, member of teams such as the Masters of Evil, and a threat that manifests in different realities.

 

[Samael61]

Will Loki befriend Amora?
That sorceress who liked Thor and tried to seduce him and allied herself with Loki and his plans (who seems to have been replaced in the MCU by Slypie).
Main Characteristics:

Spoiler

Origin: Born in Asgard, she studied magic with the sorceress Karnilla and others, becoming a master of arcane arts and seduction. Powers: Manipulation of Asgardian energies, sorcery, enchantments, and advanced mystical abilities, even being able to control minds with a kiss. Personality: Manipulative, cruel, vain, but also an experienced and formidable sorceress. Relationships: Frequently allied with Loki, rival of Lady Sif, and a frustrated love interest of Thor. Role: Antagonist of Thor, member of teams such as the Masters of Evil, and a threat that manifests in different realities.

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It is possible, though rather than help her seduce Thor, this Loki will be more interested in exchanging ideas of seidr.

 

[Starman25]

I thought of her precisely because she's a possible person for Loki to befriend (before she became obsessed with Thor), and there's also another person of interest, the sorceress that Google says taught Amora was called Karnilla, who was in love with Baldur (who doesn't exist in the MCU), so she's another person to join Loki's magic study club.

Origin
Little is known about the origin of Karnilla, a goddess as old as Odin,[3] other that she had long lived in Nornheim which she ruled as absolute monarch despite it nominally being a province of Asgard. Most skilled in Asgardian sorcery, Karnilla lived the stronghold of Nornkeep along with her servant, the aged sorceress Haag. She employed guardian demons, which were her subjects alongside the humanoid immortals.[4]

Balder the Brave
Historically, an enemy of Asgard who frequently allied Loki,[5] Karnilla harbored a longstanding love for Asgard's most noble warrior, Balder the Brave.

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Source:

Karnilla (Earth-616)

143 appearance(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 7 appearance(s) in handbook(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 7 minor appearance(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 22 mention(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 7 mention(s) in handbook(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 1 invocation(s) of Karnilla (Earth-616) 41 image(s) of Karnilla...

marvel.fandom.com

 

[Doccer]

the MCU by Slypie

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Who? Google just keeps giving me a YouTuber account.

TVA! Run and raise the alarm!

 

[Samael61]

Who? Google just keeps giving me a YouTuber account.

TVA! Run and raise the alarm!

Click to shrink...

He means Sylvie, the Lady Loki in the TV show.

 

[Samael61]

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—​

Asgard

975 A.D.

Loki did not hold his frown back.

For some reason, he was required to spar with Thor. Initially, he refused, too engrossed in his books, but it turned out to be a command from their father.

Odin wished to see how his sons were progressing in arms training.

He was also prohibited from using seidr for another incomprehensible reason. Odin wielded seidr in battle; the stories of his exploits attested to that. Yet, for this training session, he was limited to a blunt training blade.

It was stupid, but he did not voice his thoughts.

"Begin," their father started the bout.

Thor was stronger and faster than him and more talented with swords than Loki was.

The outcome was clear.

Still, he would give his best, if only so there would be no complaints that he wasn't taking this seriously.

He ducked beneath the first swing, but Thor was quick to turn around to stab at him, forcing Loki to roll forward. Raising his sword in a defensive position, Loki waited for his brother to attack.

Thor circled him, smirking, and bolted forward with a bellow. He raised the sword, blocking the downward slash and the one from the left. A step back saved his feet, but he stumbled to dodge the upward slash.

His brother took the opportunity, and he barely stopped the sword in his hand from flying away. Flipping back, he gained enough distance to dodge the thrust to his head and bring his sword up, forcing his brother back.

"Not bad, brother," Thor complimented, twirling his sword.

"You as well, brother."

Thor rushed again, and Loki was ready to block, though the swing was too strong. His sword flew up, falling on the stone ground, clanging uselessly.

Loki raised his hands, giving up.

"Good match, brother," he said. He believed the display was good enough.

"You could stand to be on the offensive more," Thor advised, patting him on the arm.

"Maybe."

Their father walked up to them, smiling, pleased with the spar. "My sons, both of you fought well," he praised, ruffling Thor's and then Loki's hair.

"Thank you, Father," he said. Thor was already off to the side of Sif, Fandral, and Volstagg to spar with them.

He was about to place the sword in its place and return to his room, but his father had a different idea: "You don't appear to be sad at your loss, Loki."

"Should I be, Father?" Was that an appropriate question to ask?

"No, but anyone your age would be," his father said. Loki knew his father didn't ask that question with bad intentions, but anyone else in his place would.

"Thor is better with arms, and I with seidr," he replied. "No use crying over it."

Why bother swinging around a sword if you can become strong enough to destroy your enemy from great distances with seidr?

"Indeed?" Odin asked, taking a step back, left hand behind his back, "Show me what you can do."

His words draw a crowd around them, as people wish to see the younger prince with

Loki took a position across from his father and brought his palms together. The seidr stuck between his hands was compressed and mutated, and once he thrust both palms to Odin, arcs of lightning followed.

Odin raised his spear, blocking the lightning and letting the weapon absorb it, even as Loki continued to feed into the magic, feeling his fingers tingle.

"Raw power alone will not be enough, my son," he said as the stream of lightning ended.

The lightning alone was fascinating, however.

"I know," he said. Loki snapped his fingers, and Gungnir wavered. Odin watched, wondering what his son had in mind.

The training arena had hundreds of weapons, all blunt, but still perfect for his plan.

One of the training swords was pulled out of its place in the rack, flying at Gungir, before more followed. Axes, maces, arrows, spears—every single weapon felt the pull of seidr and obeyed.

Weapons were not the only ones, however. Armor, tools, training posts—every metallic object took flight.

Odin raised an eyebrow as projectiles were coming at him from all around. Now that he realized it, his son had turned Gungir into a magnet, and a deadly storm of metal was upon him.

Deadly to an ordinary fighter, that is.

Loki knew the plan was ingenious, but against someone like his father, it was useless.

He was proven correct when the Allfather tapped his spear on the ground, dispelling Loki's spell. It wasn't over, as seidr turned to brute force at the point of contact, sending the objects back.

The Allfather's lips curved upwards, impressed.

"Ingenious. Inscribing a spell in Gungir by letting me absorb the lightning," his father said. The Allfather seemed to be in deep thoughts before he returned his attention to Loki once again.

"Anything else you would like to display today, my son?" he asked. Prodigies like Loki were rare, and Odin was sure his son would go a long way in his studies.

Loki considered whether to reveal more but decided against it. "No, that was all."

"Well done," the Allfather praised. "You are dismissed. I am confident you are eager to return to your lessons."

The crowd was watching him with open mouths and wide eyes, but thankfully, none approached to bother him.

—​

Loki entered his room, stretching.

"How did it go?" the original asked, a cupcake in his hand as he read on the bed.

"See for yourself," the shade replied, touching the arm of the original, merging back.

His jaw stopped mid-motion as Loki analyzed the memories flowing into his mind. Not only the memories, but also the physical strain of the spar flowed to him.

And he continued chewing, his attention once more on the pages. Except for the sudden interest Allfather had shown in his seidr, the spar was a waste of time.

Good thing he sent his shade in his stead.

Finished with the cake, he waved his hands, sending the crumbs flying out of the window to the birds.

"My prince, it is time for lunch."

"Very well, thank you."

—​

His parents and brother were already seated, waiting for him to arrive. He appreciated that they would wait for every member to arrive before starting.

"How was your spar today?" Frigga started the conversation, breaking the silence.

"It was great; I defeated everyone," Thor exclaimed, sending half-chewed food flying out.

"Good work, my son," Frigga praised, though her gaze was stern, "but what did we say about speaking while your mouth is full?"

His brother stopped, swallowing the food in his mouth before answering, "Not to."

"And you, Loki?" his mother asked. He loved her attention, but Thor answered in his stead.

Loki's lips thinned.

"You should have seen it, Mother," Thor raised his voice, rising from his seat in excitement. "Loki did something to Gungnir, and everything on the training field flew at Father."

"Is that so, husband?" Frigga turned to her husband for clarification.

"Indeed," Odin confirmed his son's tale, "He used lightning to inscribe a spell in Gungnir. Quite impressive and creative."

"I am proud of you both," she beamed, and Loki stood straighter.

Their parents then had a hushed conversation, sneaking glances at both siblings, before Odin cleared his throat.

"In one month's time, a delegation from Alfheim will visit. I expect both of you to represent Asgard in a manner befitting your stations," his father explained.

The orders were clear.

"Thor, no running around for adventure," Frigga warned Thor, though he was not spared either, "and Loki, you will not try to slip away to practice seidr."

"Yes, Mother," they replied at the same time.

—​

"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, not even acting like he was reading the assigned history book.

Loki turned a page. "Duties of a prince, brother."

"But you don't like it either," his brother added.

He rolled his shoulders. "I don't."

The meetings were the same as always, with smiles, laughter, tea parties, good wishes, and gifts. Sometimes, his father would throw a hunting party or something equally lavish.

And each time, both brothers found it boring, being there for appearances with nothing to do.

Thor closed the book. "Then why won't you say anything?" he asked.

How to explain this to his brother so he would stop bothering him?

"Thor, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties too. If we don't carry out our duties, do we deserve to stay as princes?" Loki asked.

His brother's lips parted to answer, but he closed them. Loki finished two more pages before the internal struggle his brother was having ended. "No."

"No, we don't," he affirmed. "The food we eat, the clothes we wear, and the servants we command—it is all possible because Allfather is a good king. If he was not, then we would not have any of this."

The book assigned to them was about the subject he mentioned, a history of rebellions through the Nine Realms.

"Oh," Thor said, realization dawning on him.

"Just like him, we have to be good princes." Loki knew how much Thor adored their father.

"I suppose you are right," his brother agreed with a frown. Ugh, why was he, as a child, explaining these things to Thor? Couldn't their father do his duty so Loki could read in peace?

"And think about it, whenever you try to escape, Mother always catches you and you get punished." She actually had a tracking spell put on Thor, though he did not spoil it. "Just doing as you are told is less time-consuming," he advised.

Which was hypocritical of him, because Loki wouldn't be there either.

"But it's not fun," his brother said.

It appeared his complaints weren't over yet.

"If everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't have a meaning," Loki said. He took a deep breath, reading the passage again.

He had to focus.

"What do you mean?" Thor asked, waiting for an explanation.

"Think of it like this. Gold is valuable because it is rare. If every person on Asgard had a mountain of gold, would it still be valuable?" Loki asked, explaining as simply as possible.

"I understand now," Thor replied. "Thank you, brother." Finally he fell silent, and Loki could give his full attention to the book.

—​

Loki, having realized he had been in his room for too long, decided to take a stroll in the garden. The sunlight, the fresh air, and the scenery cleared his mind, but there was a problem.

There were intruders.

Covering himself in a reflective layer as he split his body into two, Loki watched.

"We can't find the anomaly. This is as close to it as we can get; even then, the radius of the area is two miles."

They were humans, speaking English, dressed in black form-fitting suits with helmets, and three orange letters on them.

TVA.

Loki did not know what it meant, but they were either some sort of police or soldiers.

"Could it be Loki?" The brown-skinned one with the tablet in his hand asked, and Loki's eyes widened. How did they know him?

"Maybe," the tall man, the most likely leader of the group, said, "He always causes trouble no matter the timeline. Can we locate him?"

Damn it, could they somehow track him now?

"No, the interference is messing with our systems," the blonde woman said, and Loki breathed out.

"What about the others?" The leader asked, "Thor, Odin? Can we locate them?"

"Yes," the man with the tablet said. "Actually, it seems the only one we can't find is Loki."

"It must be him then," the leader declared. "Spread out and apprehend the variant."

His eyes widened, and Loki almost turned around to call for help.

"Intruders! Halt in the name of the Allfather." Two guards passing through had seen the humans and drew their swords, ready to attack.

The TVA guys pulled out sticks with purple glowing tips and clashed with the swords of the guards.

His eyes widened more as the guards just slowed down, as if they were trying to move through a dense substance, and two more hits knocked them out.

Those sticks were dangerous.

Loki could choose to fight them or escape to call for help.

"Should we prune them?" the short, blonde female asked, pointing her stick at the guards.

"Do it," the leader said. "Best to have no witnesses before we finish. The whole branch will be pruned anyway," he added, touching the cylindrical object strapped to his belt.

The purple glow of the sticks turned to orange, and the TVA agents touched the guards, who promptly disintegrated into nothing.

Hiding behind the tree again, Loki was ready to run to find his father, but what the humans said stopped him.

Were they some sort of police? Here to arrest him for something he did? What could it be? What did the leader mean by pruning the branch? Could they be meaning to use that cylinder to destroy Asgard? If they were able to travel between timelines, did that mean they could do worse?

His mind raced with questions, but one thing was clear.

By the time he calls for help, it could be too late.

Commanding his shade to draw their attention, he started watching again.

"Looking for me?" his shade asked, standing out in the open with a smirk.

"There you are." The leader pointed his stick at the shade. "Surrender now and make this easy on yourself. We know all your tricks."

Loki prepared to attack since they were all kind enough to turn their backs but still wanted to learn more.

"My tricks?" The shade asked, arms crossed as the seidr began to flow.

"Your illusions can't fool us. Give up," the leader demanded as his subordinates spread out to surround the shade.

"Illusions? That's all?" the shade asked, and Loki raised an eyebrow. Did they think all he could do was illusions? Or rather, was that all his counterparts were capable of?

"Yeah," the blonde female said, bringing her stick higher, "what else?"

"Oh, I don't know," the shade said, bringing his palms together as his teeth flashed, one shared by the original, "something like this?"

The shade pushed the lightning through his fingers, and the time police did not have the time to react before the energy burned through their bodies.

All three fell down like puppets with their strings cut.

Loki commanded the shade to approach, watching for any sign to see if any survived the onslaught.

The leader twitched, somehow still alive, and muttered something.

"Go to hell."

An orange field began to spread beneath the man, and both Lokis stepped back as everything touched by the field disappeared.

He turned to run, but the line sped up, and the last thing he saw was the unknown energy consuming his body.

—​

Loki gasped, springing out of his bed, ready to attack.

His eyes flickered around, searching for any sign of danger, but he was in the safety of his room.

What had just happened?

"My prince, the Allfather summons you for the spar," the servant called from outside the door, just as she had done that morning.

He didn't think it was just a nightmare.

—​

In the next chapter:

Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.

The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.

The results were catastrophic.



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[Djukez]

Thx for the new chap

 

[Doccer]

Ack! Time loop!

 

[Me. Joka-r]

Either a time loop (unlikely, you don't actually die from prunning but go to end if time), or TIME Loki sent him back after the show.

 

[Starman25]

So the pruning somehow failed, either because they erased Loki's Shadow along with the original Loki, or because they didn't kidnap the variant for the TVA before pruning.

 

[Lillie Jones]

I think it's the both the shade and the time loop of the pruning or maybe memory erasure unless Time Loki stepped in against the TVA .
So confusing for MC Loki and definitely not a nightmare .
Continue on
Cheers!

 

[Darth Marr]

I hate the TVA as a concept, hope your Loki puts them against the wall. Thx for the chapter.

 

[garnax]

I don't understand how Loki came to the conclusion that they were time travelers, feels like quite a leap from "pruning" to that.

 

[Samael61]

I don't understand how Loki came to the conclusion that they were time travelers, feels like quite a leap from "pruning" to that.

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He knows the myths, but not the Marvel Universe. If he, somehow, found himself as a child Loki with a bunch of possible time cops after him, it would make a person think, " did I somehow travel back in time by accident and the time cops are here to arrest me for it?"

At least in my opinion.

 

[garnax]

He knows the myths, but not the Marvel Universe. If he, somehow, found himself as a child Loki with a bunch of possible time cops after him, it would make a person think, " did I somehow travel back in time by accident and the time cops are here to arrest me for it?"

At least in my opinion.

Click to shrink...

Still feels like a stretch to just assume that they are time cops out of the blue.. them looking human doesn't really mean much and neither does their technology. If he did know about Marvel then sure, but he doesn't.. I mean everything up until the sentence "If they were able to travel between timelines, did that mean they could do worse?" felt okay but where did that come from. Not just timetravel but multiversal travel.

 

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Asgard

Loki stood before his brother again on the morning of the same day.

"Begin," his father once again gave the order.

Thor's attacks were the same, just as everything had been so far, and knowing the pattern meant he could dodge them all, at least until Thor changed tactics.

It was best to let it progress the same way to avoid any accidents. Thor was known to abandon any restraint once frustrated, and he would rather not risk anything.

As the final swing came and his sword once again hit the ground, uselessly, Loki and Thor exchanged the same banter.

"My sons, both of you fought well," their father praised, his words and tone the same. The deja vu was jarring, especially since he knew he actually lived through this.

"Thank you, Father," both siblings said before Thor asked for permission to leave and spar with his friends.

"You have improved a lot, Loki," the Allfather praised, his words diverging from the first time, "as if you almost knew what Thor was going to do."

Loki guessed the God of War would easily figure that out, even if everything had played the same.

"I wouldn't have lost if I did," he excused himself. Winning was a hassle anyway.

"Perhaps, or perhaps you simply did not wish to be caught."

Ah, he was being accused of using seidr.

Looking at his father's one good eye, Loki wondered whether to tell him the truth or not. There was a chance the Allfather would think he was making excuses, and it would be even more troublesome than the truth.

"Would you believe me if I said I was living this day for the second time?" he asked. His father was old and had seen many things in his life.

He might have come across those TVA agents before.

"How so?" Odin asked, hand tightening around Gungnir.

Loki told him about his altercation with the TVA agents, how they erased two guards out of existence and were going to prune the whole branch, and their claims of knowing him in other timelines.

Whether Odin believed him or not wasn't clear, but he did seem to be taking the situation seriously.

"Did these intruders have a green gem with them?"

"Not that I could see." He shook his head, mentally writing down to look for a green gem related to time. "Their devices glowed purple and orange, however."

Odin stroked his beard, with a faraway look, "Perhaps you saw a vision of the future."

"Maybe, maybe not," he said.

It was unlikely, though; it was best to leave himself an opening to take in case this blew back.

"I shall have the gardens watched in any case," Odin said, leaving the training field without another word.

—
​

That day, Loki did not display his seidr again, as the Allfather was preoccupied with what he had told him. He didn't know anything about a green gem, but perhaps the library could shed a light on it while he waited for the time to see if those TVA agents would appear again.

The guards that were pruned, whatever that meant, were back in their post, unaware of anything, which meant the same could apply for the intruders.

He had so many questions and no answers or even a clue to track.

"My prince, it is time for lunch," the servant called once again just as Loki opened the door.

"Thank you," he said to the startled servant.

—
​

The lunch was the same, except for the conversation concerning his display of seidr. They were warned to take the visiting Ljosalfar seriously as princes of Asgard and were promptly sent to the library for their studies.

Which meant he had to repeat the same conversation to Thor so his brother would understand why they had to be there for the visiting envoys and leave him alone to study.

Though, as he had already read the book, Loki could afford to seek books on a green gem related to time.

"I can't believe we have to sit and listen while Father and the Ljosalfar talk," Thor grumbled, right on the clock.

Which meant it was time for Loki to give him the lesson on their station and the necessity to act in an appropriate manner.

Joy.

"Duties of a prince brother," he replied, going through the rows of books on anything related to a green gem that could potentially manipulate time.

"But you don't like it either."

"I don't. However, we are princes of Asgard, and just like everyone else, we have our duties. If we don't carry them out, do we deserve to be princes?" He asked, already knowing the answer Thor would reach.

"No?" his brother replied with the same wavering tone.

"We don't. The clothes we wear and the food we eat—it is all possible because our father is a good king. If he was not, then we wouldn't be here. Just as he is a good king, we must strive to be good princes," Loki summarized the previous incarnation of the speech to save himself time.

"I suppose you are right."

"Why are you not studying?" Thor asked, fiddling with the book in his hand, still stuck at the same page.

"I already read that book," Loki said, turning to his brother. "What about you?"

"It's boring."

Stopping himself from swearing, he just repeated himself again, "Just as gold would be worthless if everyone had a mountain of it, if everything in life was fun, then it wouldn't mean anything."

"Oh," Thor said in enlightenment, and Loki hoped that was the end of it.

"Is there a book you are searching for?"

"Not really, just looking for anything interesting," he waved Thor's concerns away.

He preferred to look through the books by himself.

—
​

The time had come, and Loki stood hidden in the garden, waiting to see if those intruders would show themselves once more.

Even his father had sent more than the usual number of guards to patrol the gardens, but by the time the sun set, there was no sign of the TVA.

Possibilities as to why they did not return eluded him, and he did not wish to stay there, conceiving theories. Leaving his shade to patrol the area, Loki returned to his room to sleep.

He wondered if the next day would come.

—
​

When his natural alarm clock woke him up, Loki was sure of it.

The day had not repeated itself again.

Meaning that the reset charge possibly was restricted to a single day, or the anomaly the agents mentioned had somehow disrupted it.

Remembering the conversation between the agents, it most likely meant that he was the anomaly. But exactly which part of him?

The mortal soul in the body of a Jotnar? Or the fact that his soul had been sent back in time?

He did not know, and not knowing made him restless.

—
​

Thor had proven to be better at football than expected. Brash or not, when it came to a competition and winning, his brother could actually create brilliant strategies to secure victory.

In fact, their football matches had become somewhat known among the people, and there were spectators in addition to new children looking to learn how to play football.

It had actually grown into a large enough community that Thor and Loki spent more time teaching others how to play than actually playing football.

Their father had even allocated them a field.

—
​

When the envoy of the Light Elves entered the golden halls of Asgard, there were three people.

Mekuta, the diplomat himself; his wife, Keleine; and their daughter, Runa, who was much older than Loki and Thor.

The diplomat and his family greeted the Allfather first, exchanging pleasantries and showing their respect as was custom, before moving to do the same to their mother, the Queen of Asgard, and lastly, the princes.

His brother had acted with the dignity and grace expected of him, and Loki assumed his words had had some effect.

The feast thrown for the arrival of the envoys was lavish, and as the Allfather conversed with Mekuta, Loki and Thor watched, learning.

He was there in person, having chosen to take the opportunity to mingle and clear his mind, rather than study more seidr. Loki had come to learn the importance of taking breaks and continuing his studies with a fresh perspective.

The Ljosalfar were not like the ethereal and graceful elves he had seen on television, though the memories were getting blurry these days. They were more like Asgardians, except for the long, pointy ears and the slender bodies.

So far, the conversation was about the usual relations between Asgard and Alfheim, trade, diplomatic exchanges, and recent events.

His brother was paying attention, though he had to stifle his yawns.

The Ljosalfar envoy introduced his daughter, Runa, who would learn diplomacy from him, and how talented she was in shapeshifting.

She had even demonstrated it, shapeshifting to her parents.

Loki did find it mildly interesting, mostly on how the Ljosalfar processed seidr.

"I heard Prince Thor is a prodigy with arms," Ambassador Mekuta said, finally turning the conversation around to include the siblings.

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Mekuta," Thor replied, every word and act measured.

"They each master a core part of Asgard's existence," the Allfather explained, "Thor with his arms, and Loki with his seidr."

"Well, if the Allfather says so, I am sure both princes will make their names well known in the future," the ambassador said.

The rest of the feast thankfully did not include Loki or Thor, and the adults could carry on their business. They were not idle either, engaging in pointless conversations to pass the time.

Having sufficiently entertained, the Allfather gave one last speech, welcoming Metuka and his family to Asgard. Following the applause, the guests began to leave one by one.

Frigga ordered both boys to be taken to bed, and the day ended.

—
​

The following day, the Allfather called them to his workroom after breakfast, not that anyone except Thor was hungry from the feast the night before.

"My sons, you have both done well in greeting our guests," their father praised.

"Thor, I am gladdened to see you take your duties more seriously," Odin said, his tone warm but with an edge that carried a warning.

Thor bowed his head, a bright smile on his face. "Thank you, Father. Loki helped me understand why I need to carry out my duties more seriously."

"Is that so?" his father asked, but Loki shrugged. He just wanted Thor to stop bothering him, not earn praise.

He had more important things to do.

"What do you think about our new envoys?" the Allfather asked, showing that their test wasn't over yet.

"They are respectful and good at holding conversations," Thor said, adding the second part after thinking it over.

His father nodded, turning his head. "And you, Loki?"

"I think they will be here for a long time," Loki replied, which said all that needed to be said.

The reason the previous ambassador of Alfheim retired was due to old age, and this one would likely follow the same path.

"Good, you are dismissed; enjoy your day," he said, giving them the day off.

—
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Loki looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had time to examine Runa's shapeshifting to see how other races of the Nine Realms used seidr. He could not examine the Jotnar, seeing as they refused to leave their world; the dwarves, while less isolationist, still did not leave Nidavellir unless it was important; the Midgardians did not have any individuals capable of using seidr; Muspelheim was out for obvious reasons; seidr practitioners of Vanaheim were similar to Asgard; and the rest of the realms were empty.

The worlds outside the Nine Realms did not present any options, so Alfheim and the Ljosalfar were his only options.

Runa's body was not set in one shape as theirs was; rather, she was like a fluid that could take many shapes with seidr. In that same vein, he should be able to replicate her shapeshifting to a degree.

His seidr spread to every inch of his body, matching the thrum of the seidr in Runa's body, and Loki felt it.

His bones, skin, and flesh stretched with a green light, and in his place stood the Allfather. Loki took a step back, realizing his right eye was blinded as well, and quickly dispelled the shapeshifting.

It was jarring to lose half his vision, but the shapeshifting was a success. Not that he would need it much, unless to prank or deceive someone.

Shapeshifting was niche, but he was more interested in the process than the ability.

Following that vein, perhaps the inner workings of shapeshifting could be used for more.

He could control lightning and was sure any seidr related to ice would come easily to him, but fire was not something he had any success in yet.

—
​

Finding an empty training ground was a simple matter of timing.

Standing before a training post, he created arcs of lighting between his palms, slowly applying the principles behind shapeshifting. He was too hasty, however, and the transmuted seidr destabilized, and the lightning fizzled to nothing.

Creating the arcs again, he applied shapeshifting, much slower this time. The lightning was in truth seidr manipulated to act like it. It was indistinguishable from real lightning, except for the components that created it.

Rather than shapeshift the lightning as a whole, he shapeshifted the building blocks one at a time, and the effects were not what he expected.

The white color of the lightning turned a vibrant blue, and the chaotic arcs straightened. Fascinated by what was happening, his control slipped. Having no choice but to expel the seidr, Loki held his hands out and pushed the volatile attack.

The results were catastrophic.

Several blue energy beams lashed out in straight lines, cutting the training post to smoldering pieces, and continued straight ahead, hitting the training armory. They were not deterred, cutting through the metal walls and the weapons inside, and would have done more damage had they not run out of power.

The armory shook for a second and came down with metal groaning in stress.

As if that wasn't enough, the flammable supplies inside caught fire, and Loki sighed.

He was in trouble.

Guards, having heard the commotion, came with weapons drawn, circling him to search for any potential intruders.

"My prince, are you well?" the captain asked, worried.

"Yes, yes, nothing to worry about," Loki waved his hand. "It's just a seidr training gone wrong. I am unharmed."

"That is relieving," the captain said, sheathing his sword. "However, we must inform the Allfather," he continued.

Loki nodded, knowing he had to take responsibility for his mishap. Even Thor hadn't done something as destructive as this, and he knew the Allfather would make him clean up the mess.

At least he could inspect the damage to see what his seidr had done, because that wasn't mere fire, but something more.

It excited him, and if he were able to control it, it would be quite the destructive spell.

—
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In the next chapter:
Lying on his bed, Loki watched the ceiling of his room. The idea of having an overseer destroyed his will to practice seidr. Thor was off on another adventure, and he didn't have any friends.

Too bad Asgard didn't have gaming consoles or computer games to kill some time with.

Unless…




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[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter
Continue on
Cheers!

 

[MrSmmufi]

Thanks for the chapter! So TVA pruned his copy and thought that's it, or they bide their time?

 

[Nicohals J Westerberg]

Thanks for the chapter! Very curious that TVA didn't pop up again

 

[Ahtu]

Thanks for the chapter! Very curious that TVA didn't pop up again

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He mentioned that he was losing memories, I found that highly suspicious.

 

[Sam the binge reader]

Man the TVA is so boring as a concept!

Its a big turn off not gonna lie.

 

[1eyed1]

Man the TVA is so boring as a concept!

Its a big turn off not gonna lie.

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Best way to deal with the TVA in a story is just assume it is post Loki(TV show). Hopefully the TVA gets restructured soon so we don't have to deal with them inturupting the story constantly.