Loki Memoirs 24

After sun high, After mother had left, I had other things pressing my mind.  I needed to speak with father to figure out why he refused to let mother tell me what I was.  Also, why... why did he take me?  Try as I might, I could not understand why he would take me after the battle.  He had the casket, why would he have taken a Jotün infant.  There was something missing from the story, father always had purpose. I had shed my leisure leathers and dawned more appropriate formal attire to meet with father.  He will have to answer me if he wishes for my forgiveness.  I clasped the last piece of my armor on and adjusted it uncomfortably until it hung better on my form.  Only father would dawn a suit of full metal to a Magi whom never goes to battle.  Seemed pointless to me, but I never crossed him. I made my way down the corridor and rounded a corner.  I walked past Thor's room once again, this time it was quiet.   Lady Sif had abandoned her attempts to make Thor leave his chambers and was nowhere to be seen.  I stopped a moment, looking at his own carved wooden doors.  I could only feel a small pang of guilt in my chest at that moment.  Feeling regret now for yelling at him so hastily.  Before I knew it I had found myself standing in front of his door, placing a hand upon the wood.  I wanted to knock or even burst through the doors and apologize.  Though, I know father would be in his throne room for only a while longer before he had diplomatic matters to attend to elsewhere in the palace.  I will speak with Thor later... I quickly straightened myself and turned back to the corridor toward father's throne room.  I turned to a guard as soon as the doors were in front of me.  I requested for them to announce my arrival and they bowed, leaving their posts and heading inside.  A few moments later, the door opened again and I was able to enter. I never got over how amazing this room felt, completely covered in gold.  Never was anything amiss and every surface was cleaned daily for its maximum pristine condition.   I fixed my eyes upon my father whom was sitting on his chair as he should be. "My son, you have requested an audience with me," he spoke, his voice booming. "I have, I wish to speak with you of matters most important and require privacy," I could see his left eye look up to his guards.  They understood by his nod that they were to return to their posts outside the doors.  He now stood from his throne and walked down the stairs to my level, I had already knelt before him.  It was protocol, nothing more. "Rise," he spoke softly.  I then stood fully.  "You have come to talk of your parentage, your questions will be answered..." he now looked into my eyes.  Father only looked into my eyes like this when he was sincerely sorry. "Why?" I spoke, my voice trembled.  "Why did you not tell me?" I looked into his eye equally in question. "You were abandoned.  You were but an innocent child, left to die.  I may be the All-father, but I am not heartless, my son.  I give mercy to those whom ask and to those who may not be able to fend for themselves, I give salvation," he walked a little ways toward his left.  Stopping to think of his next words, "Your father, is King Laufey.  You Loki, are indeed by birthright a Laufeyson.  Prince and heir to the throne of Jotünheim."  He remained silent, knowing this would upset me. "You took me, from Jotünheim because I was of royal blood.  Was it out of spite or because you sought judgment upon my true father?" my blood boiled but I remained as calm as I could.  If I burst out with anger now I would not be able to get the answers I so longingly wanted to know. "Your father was long dead during the war.  You were abandoned in the palace and it was the one thing I could do to protect meaningless bloodshed to be lost.  I took you and raised you as my own," his eyebrows furrowed. I closed my eyes and turned from him.  Sighing heavily trying to swallow this information.  "Why is it that I am not the stature of the frost giants?  I do not show skin of their color at all except as of late, why has this changed?"  I turned looking at him once more. "You are a small giant, Loki.   Unintentional by birth, it was almost fortunate and of fate that I had come upon you.  As for your skin, a spell your mother placed upon you, hid your true self from other's eyes.  As of late you have become of age, the spell was broken some time ago, but your Jotün skin, remained dormant.  At least until two moons ago," he explained.  Another long pause between us.    "The cold..." I murmured.  Father raised his head to look at me.  "The cold is what changes me, it is why Thor saw me as a frost giant.  I indeed had slipped form and he saw me, he would not have beaten upon me if he knew this.  You had not told him of my heritage?" I asked again. "No.  Your mother and I thought it safer to keep both of you unknowing," he walked toward me now, placing a hand upon my shoulder.  "You are my son, Loki.  Nothing will change that.  I have loved you the same as your brother and treated you both justly.  Understand, I did not intend to hurt you, but protect you."  Father now turned and walked up to his throne, sitting upon it.  I knelt down on my knee again in respect.  At least he was able to give me the answers I sought after. "I thank you father for your time and your protection.  I now see it was for my own good and I apologize for my unruliness in this matter," I had made to leave when he spoke once more. "It is I who should apologize to you, my son.  I should have been honest with you from the beginning, your mother was always asking me to do so."  I nodded and made my leave. Walking back to my chambers I had become stalled in thought as soon as I passed Thor's door.  Alright, I have made amends with mother and father, now I must right the wrong I have pushed upon Thor.  It was only right. I grabbed a hold of his door handle to find it was locked.  This was not going to be easy... Loki