Loki Passage 2.2

Farbauti leaned himself on the wall of his home, watching his wife and mother of his dead sons. She had just delivered their last son, and heard then two of her older ones dead. Laufey was her name and in her grief, she still cuddled and had breast fed her new kid. She had not shed a tear on the sad news, and was then singing some lullaby to her new born. The baby was born premature and may not even survived as it was smaller than her other babies. Laufey grief that the baby may not live, and then she was glad it would not be. She stopped her singing and then whispered to the baby.

“My dear son, you are my last. If you do not survive, I would not grief for you, as it may have been pre-destined by your birth that your family would die on your birth.” Laufey whispered softly. “But do not despair as death is only a new beginning to another new life.”

Laufey looked to her lover. She was upset at him for allowing her other sons to get involved in the battle without telling her beforehand, but as members of the Frost Giant, they were all bound to serve the realm or die for it. That was the sworn oath when they turned at the third season of winter. She was only sad, that they died too early, while their father remained alive.

“I forgive you, my love.” Laufey told her lover. “If it was destined with the birth of one, I would lose two of mine, then let the fate takes it turn on our children.”

“I am sorry, Laufey, I should have sent them home….” Farbauti weep his earlier decision.

“No, my love. It’s better that they perished in battle then to live in slavery to a sickness death.” Laufey consoled her lover. Farbauti then looked at the new born. The third son of his, and the baby looked so frail. He may die soon, not from battle but from the cold. If he was to die, then let him die with a name.

 “My love, can we give him a name to be remember even in our death.” Farbauti reached out to his love. He knew that he would not have long to live, but still the newborn was part of his blood. Laufey smiled at those words, and then she looked hard at the baby. The newborn bear a lot of resemblance to her brothers, Loimian and Killan. They were brave warriors themselves, but they were also known as the trickster for the fun they played at the campfire.

“Yes, he would be named. He would be given a name which I would provide.” Laufey replied. “I would name him …. Loki.”

With that whisper, the newborn smiled to his mother

“Laufey…” Farbauti whispered out but was given the glare by the other. Laufey was to place the baby to sleep.

“I wanted to say I like the name. Loki suits him well.” Farbauti replied.

“If Loki were to survive, then he would be a greater than any of us. He would be seen to be bigger than any of your warriors, and others including the Aesir would bow to his feet.” Laufey then told the baby. “If you cannot beat them, then trick them.”

Soon the baby was sleeping and the mother placed him on the cot next to her bedding. She then got up and walked to the wash basin. She pulled off her bloodied gown, worn since her delivery of the new born. She washed the blood off her body before she reached for the new gown. She then wore over it, the leather armor designed for her own self. She then grabbed the battle axe and walked to her lover.

“Stand up, Striker.” Laufey addressed her lover by his nickname. “I am stepping out to find my children’s killer.”

Farbauti pushed himself up; he had removed the spear thrust into his back, and bound his wound. He helped himself standing with a battle axe from his arsenal in the house. He followed the lady out of the house and found them facing the Asgardian riders. Odin dismounted and walked to the duo. He had some bandages to cover his wounds.

“Farbauti, I begged you to listen….” Odin tried to speak, but Laufey was too upset to listen. She had screamed out loud and charged at the young warrior.  Odin stepped aside to avoid the charge, but she was aiming at the other riders. In her rage, she hacked the horse bringing the rider down to the ground. She raised the axe, but she was outnumbered. She was cut on her back and then at her side by different riders. It prompted Farbauti to resume his attack. He went for Odin, who had his spear to deflect the attack. Like Laufey, Farbauti was outnumbered. He was cut down on his back, and soon collapsed in a pool of blood.

“Stop!” Odin held back the others, but they are enraged by the reports of attacks done earlier by the Frost Giants. The Giants killed some of Asgardian at the borders. The unforgiveable part of it was the bodies were disembodied and left for the wolves. That was why the Asgardian was enraged and the pursuit to hunt these killers.

The warriors ignored their leader and continued on the attack. Some ran to the house and set it ablaze.

“Stop! I command thee all.” Odin shouted once again. They finally stopped their attack, but the duo was dead by then. Odin crouched down to the fallen Giant. He felt sorry for the dead Giant, but that was the consequences of rage. He could have stopped the attack, but he was also angry earlier. An anger which he regretted then, but the act was done. The cry of baby was heard, and Odin looked to the source.

“It came from inside the house.” One of the warriors told him. Odin looked to the blazing house. Without hesitation, he rushed in and looked for the baby. He found the baby in its cot. He grabbed it and ran out to the cold ground.

“Odin, there is one more of his line here. Shall we dispose of it like what they did to our young ones at the border?” The warrior asked Odin. Odin glared at the warrior.

“Have you not had your share of the blood bath today?” Odin confronted his own warriors. “Are we to lower ourselves like them? Killing the young ones, and feeding them wolves with the bodies?  No, don’t do that.”

None dared to reply. Odin took the baby into his arms. The baby was still sleeping again despite the cold weather but he had a smile on his face. On his chest was written in blood, the word; Loki.

“No, this baby would live. He would be my son. His name is …..Loki.” Odin declared.