“Narfi! Put that back”
The boy grinned up at his father, and still refused to set down the tiny black hole he’d created.
Loki gritted his teeth: His son had made the hole from part of his own demi-god substance, which meant Loki couldn't just undo it without hurting his son.
But if he didn’t get the boy to unmake it would end up under the sofa, waiting to suck up a foot.
Loki gritted his teeth: His son had made the hole from part of his own demi-god substance, which meant Loki couldn't just undo it without hurting his son.
But if he didn’t get the boy to unmake it would end up under the sofa, waiting to suck up a foot.
“Listen to me young man,
you give daddy that right now! You can spend the rest of the afternoon
in you room, it makes no difference to me!”
The boy made mocking howling noises and scampered away.
Loki, demi-god, sorcerer, great enemy of the gods, swore helplessly as his six year old son disappeared laughing behind a collection of twisted
stones, and into a cave.His wife's voice floated back from his memory: “You can’t just tie the boy up with your powers dear – one day he could be just as strong as you, and what then? You need to get him into the habit of listening to you as Dad”
“Narfi? Narfi!” Dammit, where was the kid? Not that anything
really permanent could happen to a son of Loki – barring the end of the world –
but there were plenty of non permanent things that would make the boy…. hold on. Something was tickling his demi-god instincts.... but he couldn't put his finger on_
There was a deafening
boom, the world went white…..
……and, as consciousness slowly returned, the phrase
‘lightening bolt’ trickled into Loki’s mind. Also the realisation that he was tied hands, feet and midsection, to three big
heavy stones. The chains ran through holes bored the stones, and when the
trickster tried to exert his powers all he got was a headache.
Then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened: A
whiff of stale sweat drifted down to Loki, and a huge presence stepped into view.
“Thor? Oh very funny. I take it these” he hefted the chains
binding his wrists “Are your doing then?”
The blonde giant shook his head and grinned, and Narfi,
looking substantially thinner than before, ran out from behind his legs and
blew a raspberry at his father. “Uncle door-”
“Thor” corrected Loki automatically.
“…said I could have ice cream if I made a joke on you daddy!”
Loki thumped his head down on the rock and groaned – just like with the black hole; Narfi had used part of his own substance to make the
chains. Which meant that
if he tried to break them he’d probably end up hurting the boy.
Thior laughed his big, dumb laugh. “Come on little Narfi,
Thor will break some mountains with his hammer before ice cream.” He leaned
over the helpless Loki and smiled. “I think I’m going to get on well with the
boy. Who knows, he might forget where we put you, and then you could be stuck
here until…. Well, until the world ends.
The giant and the little boy strolled out of the cave. Just
as Thor crossed the threshold little Narfi looked up at him, then back at his
father, and winked.
The little brats
playing us against each other, the trickster realised.
A smile flickered across his features in the cold dark.
He’s his fathers son.
End
He’s his fathers son.
End
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