Further
to the forest. Loki stopped his run to lean on the tree trunk. He had heard
what was needed. He then heard the croak to his right; it was the frog. It sat
there on its hind legs, croaking to the boy. The frog dissipated into a mist
that rose up to double his height and then appeared as a lady, in a green gown
with the red striped cloak.
“Hello
again, Loki.” The lady greeted the young boy. “Gullvieg is back.”
Loki
looked up to the lady there; she had appeared to him in his dreams when he was
one year old, and then she appeared to him as the hare, and much later in many
more forms of cute animals. It was only much later at the tender age of four,
she had appeared to him, as a little girl who called him names in a play. It
made him angry and he struck her. In return, Thor wrestled him and then called
him a bastard. Soon after that, she appeared to him at the lake when he ran
there to seek solace. They had been meeting since then, and she told him a lot
of tales of his parents.
“Loki, you are the true son of Farbauti and
Laufey.”
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