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Chapter 3

A/N: Warning! Major adorable feels in the near future! I am warning you now! You will aww! If you do not you have no soul.

Loki left Adalwin in her room to go and find Thor, who was in a bit of a bad mood after the incident ruining his big day.

Adalwin secretly wanting to know what was happening followed her father to the dining room where they had been about to eat after the coronation. Thor flipped a table and Adalwin flinched.

He then sat on the stairs fuming. Loki came up from behind him and sat down next to him. Adalwin hid behind a massive pillar directly behind them and watched the scene.

“It is unwise to be in my company right now, brother,” Thor said through gritted teeth.

“Who said I was wise,” Loki countered.

“This was to be my day of triumph,” Thor growled.

“It’ll come, in time,” Loki said trying to soothe Thor.

Sif and the Warriors Three came into the room and Volstagg instantly cried over the thrown food.

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re right; about the Frost Giants, about Laufey about everything.” Loki said in Thor’s ear. “If they found a way to penetrate Asgard’s defenses once, who’s to say they won’t do it again, next time with an army.”

“Exactly,” Thor began.

“There is nothing you can do without defying father,” Loki cut him off.

Thor looked at him, “Yes there is,” Thor said standing up.

“No, stop, I know that look, stop right there!” Loki said.

“It’s the only way to ensure the safety of our boarders.” Thor challenged.

“Thor, it’s madness,” Loki tried to reason with him.

“Madness?” Volstagg asked looking up from his meal he was preparing from the scraps of food. “What sort of madness?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Thor was merely making a jest,” Loki tried divert the conversation.

“The safety of our realm is no jest,” Thor growled. Loki gave up trying to talk Thor out of this. He looked at his companions, “We’re going to Jotunheim.”

Loki put his head in his hand.

All of the Warriors’ faces turned grim, except for Hogun’s. Adalwin’s breath stuck in her throat. “No,” she breathed.

Loki looked behind him towards the podium she was behind. She froze amazed he had heard her. He looked harder but turned back to the Warriors and Thor. He had more pressing matters than his imagination.

“Thor, of all the rules of Asgard, this is the one you must not break,” Sif said somberly.

“This isn’t like your journey to earth where you summon a little lightning and thunder and the mortals worship you as a god, this is Jotunheim,” Fandral agreed.

“If the Frost Giants don’t kill you, you’re father will,” Volstagg said cutting some bread.

“My father fought his way to Jotunheim, defeated their armies and took their casket, we will be just looking for answers,” Thor persuaded.

Adalwin almost ruefully chuckled. “I’m going to lose my family. This is a horrible plan,” she thought. “Yes, I want to know why they were here, but this will get you killed.” Sick fear was flowing through her. “Please stop him,” she begged. She snapped back to attention.

“My friends trust me now, we must do this,” Thor said approaching Loki. “You’re not going to let my brother and me take all the glory are you?” Loki stiffened.

“No,” she thought as her blood ran cold. “No.”

She could practically see Loki’s confusion on his face. “What?” he breathed.

“What, you are coming with me aren’t you?” Thor asked.

“No, Papa, say no,” Adalwin begged. “Don’t do it.”

Loki turned and smiled at Thor, “Yes of course.”

The world turned into a spinning vortex of colors. Adalwin quickly braced her back against the pillar and sank to the ground silently as she held in her tears.

“Papa, Papa, no,” she thought frantically as she cried. “No.”

She turned back to the group. “I will not let my brother march into Jotunheim alone,” Loki said standing by Thor.

Seeing the two of them together split her heart. They had grown along side each other, they were true family. She was just a stranger, adopted into their group. Of course he would go with him, his first loyalty would always be to his brother. His flesh and blood. His family.

Adalwin couldn’t hold in her sobs much longer. She was going to lose her family again, just like that.

The Warriors agreed to go, and Adalwin couldn’t stay there any longer. She quickly backed away from the pillar, turned tail and bolted away from them. Her tears fell as she ran. “The calm before the storm,” she thought.

She couldn’t go back to her room; she definitely couldn’t go to her father’s room, the library she couldn’t cry in, that left one place.

She quickly ran to the gardens, back towards the deepest part where nobody rarely ventured, next to the water fountain with mermaids on it, and cried. She held her hands to her eyes as she cried.

“No!” she wailed. “No! I won’t lose my family again! I just got them back!” she wailed to the sky. She cried until her head hurt and then some more. Her voice grew hoarse from her screams. “Papa, why! No! Dear Odin, no! Don’t let him go! Don’t let him die there, alone!”

Pictures of her father’s body impaled on ice-cycles danced through her mind. Him being captured, tortured, forced to be a slave, never to see her again. She had done extensive research on Jotunheim as part of her studies, and knew the terrain well. What if he was stranded there? What if he died there, frozen and alone? She suddenly felt a surge of rage towards Thor. If his rash and stupid actions caused her father’s death, she would never forgive him.

She sat there crying the rest of the day. They were leaving tomorrow. As the sky began to grow dark, Adalwin hid near the fountain and continued her weeping.

Loki had returned back to her room and upon not finding Adalwin there, had searched the palace for her. He grew increasingly anxious when he didn’t find her anywhere. He grew terrified when she didn’t show up for dinner.

He had barely eaten that night and instead spent his time running around looking for his daughter. He searched everywhere and grew frantic when she didn’t turn up.

He found his mother walking the halls, “Mother, have you seen Alf…Adalwin?” he asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

Frigga looked at his frantic state, “No, I haven’t seen her at all. Why? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find her anywhere and I’m growing sick with worry. First the Frost Giants might have hurt her, now I can’t find her! Is parenthood always this maddening?”

Frigga stiffened and then chuckled. “You say parenthood now, before you would only refer to yourself as her guardian. Now you are fretting about not being able to find her. I told you she was good for you Loki.”

“This is not a time for lectures!” Loki cried angrily. “I must find her!”

“Have you searched everywhere?” Frigga asked calmly.

“Yes, I don’t know where she is! I checked the library, the training room, her room, mine, she’s gone!”

“She likes the gardens,” Frigga said. “She finds peace there, have you searched there?”

“No, I haven’t checked outside the palace, but she never leaves without me!” Loki said.

“She never disappears either,” Frigga said calmly. “Search there.”

“It’s already beginning to get dark! I can’t risk checking places she may not be! What if she is hurt?” Loki nearly wailed.

“Use your clones, that’s why I taught you them.” Frigga said before she continued down the hall to her destination.

Loki ran frantically to the garden and began to send clones out to find Adalwin.

Adalwin, still by the fountain crying and broken into pieces, perked up when she thought she heard her name being called.

“Adalwin!” she heard in the distance. She didn’t answer; she didn’t want to be found. She didn’t want the night to end. She looked to the setting sun, “Stay down,” she whispered.

The voices got closer, it sounded like multiple voices of her father, “Adalwin! Where are you?”

She hunkered down behind the fountain and continued to cry. She just sat there in a little huddled lump behind the fountain on the warm stones.

“Adalwin! Please answer me!” Loki called sounding closer.

She simply tuned him out and cried. That is how she would sound when he left, if he died.

“Adalwin!”

“Papa,” she whispered. She couldn’t face him right now. She couldn’t take looking him in the eyes; she would only see them glazed over in a frost covered face. She couldn’t take that.

“Adalwin!” Loki was nearly on top of her. Adalwin simply shut down and sat there staring at the stones beneath her as she heard footsteps rushing to and fro.

“This is the last place, Adalwin!” Loki called.

He saw her favorite fountain swishing out water as usual.

“Adalwin! Please answer me!” he cried as he quickly began to search for her in the dying light.

He stopped to listen for an answer he knew would never come, but stiffened when he heard whimpering.

“Adalwin!” he called again. Softer this time. She was near. “Alfhild, please answer me! Please!”

He rounded the fountain waiting for the worst and tense incase of an attack, and nearly fell relieved when he saw his daughter curled up by the base of the fountain.

“Alfhild!” He cried as he fell to his knees. “Alfhild, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt? Why are you out here? Who did this to you, don’t try to protect them I will end their sorry existence for what they have done!”

He tried to get Adalwin to look at him, but she wouldn’t and simply pushed him away.

“Alfhild! Why are you out here? Why are you crying?” he said. “Don’t ignore me, answer!” he said growing agitated. He grabbed her arms and shook her, “Why are you out here?” he screamed.

Adalwin looked up at him, “I heard about Jotunheim,” she said softly. Loki’s eyes flashed.

“So that was you behind the pillar! Alfhild! I’m surprised at you! Sneaking around like that! Do you know how worried I was that you were hurt when I couldn’t find you? Do you? DO YOU?”

Adalwin flinched from his anger, she had never seen him like this. “N...no,” she said meekly.

“No, you don’t! I was worried sick! How many times have I told you to not leave the palace without me! You could have gotten hurt! And how dare you not show up for dinner, and not answer my calls!”

“I was just,” she tried to explain.

“You were just what?” Loki screamed getting in her face. “What Adalwin?”

She flinched again at him calling her Adalwin. The words stuck in her throat, knowing she had caused her father pain.

“Answer me!” he cried and before he could stop himself, he backhanded her across the face. He stood frozen at his action.

Adalwin’s head snapped to the side and the world got fuzzy around the edges. She absolutely froze, her blood even stopped. She sagged to the ground, attempting to get her bearings.

“A…Alfhild…I,” Loki started. He stared at his hand as if it was melting before him. He reached out to comfort her, and she flinched. “Don’t flinch,” he said sounding hurt.

“Stop,” she whispered.

She looked up at him with fresh tears in her eyes, and for the first time, along with those tears was fear, towards him.

“No, no, don’t fear me baby,” he said softly nearing tears himself. “Don’t.”

Adalwin skittered away from him crying. “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“No, no, baby, I’d never hurt you, I was just…frustrated. You scared me. Please, please come here. Don’t flinch away from me, please.” Loki begged.

Adalwin flinched as he picked her up into his lap.

He pulled her into his lap and sat there with her. He rubbed her back and held her close. She was trembling with fear and Loki hated himself for being the one that caused it.

“My Alfhild, what are you doing out here?” Loki asked gently.

Adalwin didn’t stop herself this time. She grabbed Loki’s shirt with tears falling down her cheeks.

“Don’t go Papa!” she screamed. “Don’t go to Jotunheim! Please don’t go!”

“So that’s what your worried about,” Loki muttered to himself. “Alfhild, I’ll be fine.”

“No you won’t!” she cried. “You won’t be fine! What if you die out there? What if you don’t come back? I’ll be alone again! Please, Papa, please,” she looked into his green eyes with her chocolate brown ones, “Don’t go.”

“I have to go,” Loki said. “I promised Thor I would.”

“No, you don’t have to!” she begged. “Please, please, I’ll never ask for anything again! I’ll never run away again, I’ll never do anything wrong again! I’ll stay your little girl just please don’t go!”

“What are you afraid of happening?” Loki asked her.

“Please, don’t leave me,” she whimpered and Loki’s heart broke.

“Alfhild, how could you ever think that I would leave you?” he asked sounding hurt and choked up.

“They did,” she stated.

Loki’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh, Alfhild,” he said. He pulled her as close as possible and sat there holding her, his tears falling to her hair and sat there like small jewels.

“I’ll never leave you baby, never. I promise,” Loki said. “I promise.”

“Pinky promise,” she said.

“I pinky promise,” he said crossing his little finger with hers. He felt as if this little connection, this crossing of fingers, was the only thing tying him to a real life, to his daughter. He had to return, for her.

“I’ll return,” he told her. “And I’ll never, ever leave again.”

Adalwin simply curled up against his chest and clung to him for dear life. “Papa?” she asked.

“Yes my Alfhild?” he replied.

“Never hit me again,” she spat.

Loki stiffened. “Yes, darling.” He whispered.

Fireflies began to appear around them. Adalwin looked at them with wide eyes. “Papa, what are those?” she asked.

“Those are fireflies my dear,” he said smiling at her wonder. “Beautiful aren’t they?”

“Yes,” she said as she tried to catch one. “They are pretty.”

“Not the only pretty thing here,” he said looking down at her. “How did I get such a beautiful daughter?”

“You adopted me.” She said smiling.

“Alfhild, you’re smiling,” he said.

“I read that fireflies represent a path being lightened and realization found,” Adalwin said softly. “I think it’s a sign that you will be ok.”

“I know it is,” Loki said.

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Chapter 3

A/N: Warning! Major adorable feels in the near future! I am warning you now! You will aww! If you do not you have no soul.

Loki left Adalwin in her room to go and find Thor, who was in a bit of a bad mood after the incident ruining his big day.

Adalwin secretly wanting to know what was happening followed her father to the dining room where they had been about to eat after the coronation. Thor flipped a table and Adalwin flinched.

He then sat on the stairs fuming. Loki came up from behind him and sat down next to him. Adalwin hid behind a massive pillar directly behind them and watched the scene.

“It is unwise to be in my company right now, brother,” Thor said through gritted teeth.

“Who said I was wise,” Loki countered.

“This was to be my day of triumph,” Thor growled.

“It’ll come, in time,” Loki said trying to soothe Thor.

Sif and the Warriors Three came into the room and Volstagg instantly cried over the thrown food.

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re right; about the Frost Giants, about Laufey about everything.” Loki said in Thor’s ear. “If they found a way to penetrate Asgard’s defenses once, who’s to say they won’t do it again, next time with an army.”

“Exactly,” Thor began.

“There is nothing you can do without defying father,” Loki cut him off.

Thor looked at him, “Yes there is,” Thor said standing up.

“No, stop, I know that look, stop right there!” Loki said.

“It’s the only way to ensure the safety of our boarders.” Thor challenged.

“Thor, it’s madness,” Loki tried to reason with him.

“Madness?” Volstagg asked looking up from his meal he was preparing from the scraps of food. “What sort of madness?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Thor was merely making a jest,” Loki tried divert the conversation.

“The safety of our realm is no jest,” Thor growled. Loki gave up trying to talk Thor out of this. He looked at his companions, “We’re going to Jotunheim.”

Loki put his head in his hand.

All of the Warriors’ faces turned grim, except for Hogun’s. Adalwin’s breath stuck in her throat. “No,” she breathed.

Loki looked behind him towards the podium she was behind. She froze amazed he had heard her. He looked harder but turned back to the Warriors and Thor. He had more pressing matters than his imagination.

“Thor, of all the rules of Asgard, this is the one you must not break,” Sif said somberly.

“This isn’t like your journey to earth where you summon a little lightning and thunder and the mortals worship you as a god, this is Jotunheim,” Fandral agreed.

“If the Frost Giants don’t kill you, you’re father will,” Volstagg said cutting some bread.

“My father fought his way to Jotunheim, defeated their armies and took their casket, we will be just looking for answers,” Thor persuaded.

Adalwin almost ruefully chuckled. “I’m going to lose my family. This is a horrible plan,” she thought. “Yes, I want to know why they were here, but this will get you killed.” Sick fear was flowing through her. “Please stop him,” she begged. She snapped back to attention.

“My friends trust me now, we must do this,” Thor said approaching Loki. “You’re not going to let my brother and me take all the glory are you?” Loki stiffened.

“No,” she thought as her blood ran cold. “No.”

She could practically see Loki’s confusion on his face. “What?” he breathed.

“What, you are coming with me aren’t you?” Thor asked.

“No, Papa, say no,” Adalwin begged. “Don’t do it.”

Loki turned and smiled at Thor, “Yes of course.”

The world turned into a spinning vortex of colors. Adalwin quickly braced her back against the pillar and sank to the ground silently as she held in her tears.

“Papa, Papa, no,” she thought frantically as she cried. “No.”

She turned back to the group. “I will not let my brother march into Jotunheim alone,” Loki said standing by Thor.

Seeing the two of them together split her heart. They had grown along side each other, they were true family. She was just a stranger, adopted into their group. Of course he would go with him, his first loyalty would always be to his brother. His flesh and blood. His family.

Adalwin couldn’t hold in her sobs much longer. She was going to lose her family again, just like that.

The Warriors agreed to go, and Adalwin couldn’t stay there any longer. She quickly backed away from the pillar, turned tail and bolted away from them. Her tears fell as she ran. “The calm before the storm,” she thought.

She couldn’t go back to her room; she definitely couldn’t go to her father’s room, the library she couldn’t cry in, that left one place.

She quickly ran to the gardens, back towards the deepest part where nobody rarely ventured, next to the water fountain with mermaids on it, and cried. She held her hands to her eyes as she cried.

“No!” she wailed. “No! I won’t lose my family again! I just got them back!” she wailed to the sky. She cried until her head hurt and then some more. Her voice grew hoarse from her screams. “Papa, why! No! Dear Odin, no! Don’t let him go! Don’t let him die there, alone!”

Pictures of her father’s body impaled on ice-cycles danced through her mind. Him being captured, tortured, forced to be a slave, never to see her again. She had done extensive research on Jotunheim as part of her studies, and knew the terrain well. What if he was stranded there? What if he died there, frozen and alone? She suddenly felt a surge of rage towards Thor. If his rash and stupid actions caused her father’s death, she would never forgive him.

She sat there crying the rest of the day. They were leaving tomorrow. As the sky began to grow dark, Adalwin hid near the fountain and continued her weeping.

Loki had returned back to her room and upon not finding Adalwin there, had searched the palace for her. He grew increasingly anxious when he didn’t find her anywhere. He grew terrified when she didn’t show up for dinner.

He had barely eaten that night and instead spent his time running around looking for his daughter. He searched everywhere and grew frantic when she didn’t turn up.

He found his mother walking the halls, “Mother, have you seen Alf…Adalwin?” he asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

Frigga looked at his frantic state, “No, I haven’t seen her at all. Why? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find her anywhere and I’m growing sick with worry. First the Frost Giants might have hurt her, now I can’t find her! Is parenthood always this maddening?”

Frigga stiffened and then chuckled. “You say parenthood now, before you would only refer to yourself as her guardian. Now you are fretting about not being able to find her. I told you she was good for you Loki.”

“This is not a time for lectures!” Loki cried angrily. “I must find her!”

“Have you searched everywhere?” Frigga asked calmly.

“Yes, I don’t know where she is! I checked the library, the training room, her room, mine, she’s gone!”

“She likes the gardens,” Frigga said. “She finds peace there, have you searched there?”

“No, I haven’t checked outside the palace, but she never leaves without me!” Loki said.

“She never disappears either,” Frigga said calmly. “Search there.”

“It’s already beginning to get dark! I can’t risk checking places she may not be! What if she is hurt?” Loki nearly wailed.

“Use your clones, that’s why I taught you them.” Frigga said before she continued down the hall to her destination.

Loki ran frantically to the garden and began to send clones out to find Adalwin.

Adalwin, still by the fountain crying and broken into pieces, perked up when she thought she heard her name being called.

“Adalwin!” she heard in the distance. She didn’t answer; she didn’t want to be found. She didn’t want the night to end. She looked to the setting sun, “Stay down,” she whispered.

The voices got closer, it sounded like multiple voices of her father, “Adalwin! Where are you?”

She hunkered down behind the fountain and continued to cry. She just sat there in a little huddled lump behind the fountain on the warm stones.

“Adalwin! Please answer me!” Loki called sounding closer.

She simply tuned him out and cried. That is how she would sound when he left, if he died.

“Adalwin!”

“Papa,” she whispered. She couldn’t face him right now. She couldn’t take looking him in the eyes; she would only see them glazed over in a frost covered face. She couldn’t take that.

“Adalwin!” Loki was nearly on top of her. Adalwin simply shut down and sat there staring at the stones beneath her as she heard footsteps rushing to and fro.

“This is the last place, Adalwin!” Loki called.

He saw her favorite fountain swishing out water as usual.

“Adalwin! Please answer me!” he cried as he quickly began to search for her in the dying light.

He stopped to listen for an answer he knew would never come, but stiffened when he heard whimpering.

“Adalwin!” he called again. Softer this time. She was near. “Alfhild, please answer me! Please!”

He rounded the fountain waiting for the worst and tense incase of an attack, and nearly fell relieved when he saw his daughter curled up by the base of the fountain.

“Alfhild!” He cried as he fell to his knees. “Alfhild, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt? Why are you out here? Who did this to you, don’t try to protect them I will end their sorry existence for what they have done!”

He tried to get Adalwin to look at him, but she wouldn’t and simply pushed him away.

“Alfhild! Why are you out here? Why are you crying?” he said. “Don’t ignore me, answer!” he said growing agitated. He grabbed her arms and shook her, “Why are you out here?” he screamed.

Adalwin looked up at him, “I heard about Jotunheim,” she said softly. Loki’s eyes flashed.

“So that was you behind the pillar! Alfhild! I’m surprised at you! Sneaking around like that! Do you know how worried I was that you were hurt when I couldn’t find you? Do you? DO YOU?”

Adalwin flinched from his anger, she had never seen him like this. “N...no,” she said meekly.

“No, you don’t! I was worried sick! How many times have I told you to not leave the palace without me! You could have gotten hurt! And how dare you not show up for dinner, and not answer my calls!”

“I was just,” she tried to explain.

“You were just what?” Loki screamed getting in her face. “What Adalwin?”

She flinched again at him calling her Adalwin. The words stuck in her throat, knowing she had caused her father pain.

“Answer me!” he cried and before he could stop himself, he backhanded her across the face. He stood frozen at his action.

Adalwin’s head snapped to the side and the world got fuzzy around the edges. She absolutely froze, her blood even stopped. She sagged to the ground, attempting to get her bearings.

“A…Alfhild…I,” Loki started. He stared at his hand as if it was melting before him. He reached out to comfort her, and she flinched. “Don’t flinch,” he said sounding hurt.

“Stop,” she whispered.

She looked up at him with fresh tears in her eyes, and for the first time, along with those tears was fear, towards him.

“No, no, don’t fear me baby,” he said softly nearing tears himself. “Don’t.”

Adalwin skittered away from him crying. “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“No, no, baby, I’d never hurt you, I was just…frustrated. You scared me. Please, please come here. Don’t flinch away from me, please.” Loki begged.

Adalwin flinched as he picked her up into his lap.

He pulled her into his lap and sat there with her. He rubbed her back and held her close. She was trembling with fear and Loki hated himself for being the one that caused it.

“My Alfhild, what are you doing out here?” Loki asked gently.

Adalwin didn’t stop herself this time. She grabbed Loki’s shirt with tears falling down her cheeks.

“Don’t go Papa!” she screamed. “Don’t go to Jotunheim! Please don’t go!”

“So that’s what your worried about,” Loki muttered to himself. “Alfhild, I’ll be fine.”

“No you won’t!” she cried. “You won’t be fine! What if you die out there? What if you don’t come back? I’ll be alone again! Please, Papa, please,” she looked into his green eyes with her chocolate brown ones, “Don’t go.”

“I have to go,” Loki said. “I promised Thor I would.”

“No, you don’t have to!” she begged. “Please, please, I’ll never ask for anything again! I’ll never run away again, I’ll never do anything wrong again! I’ll stay your little girl just please don’t go!”

“What are you afraid of happening?” Loki asked her.

“Please, don’t leave me,” she whimpered and Loki’s heart broke.

“Alfhild, how could you ever think that I would leave you?” he asked sounding hurt and choked up.

“They did,” she stated.

Loki’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh, Alfhild,” he said. He pulled her as close as possible and sat there holding her, his tears falling to her hair and sat there like small jewels.

“I’ll never leave you baby, never. I promise,” Loki said. “I promise.”

“Pinky promise,” she said.

“I pinky promise,” he said crossing his little finger with hers. He felt as if this little connection, this crossing of fingers, was the only thing tying him to a real life, to his daughter. He had to return, for her.

“I’ll return,” he told her. “And I’ll never, ever leave again.”

Adalwin simply curled up against his chest and clung to him for dear life. “Papa?” she asked.

“Yes my Alfhild?” he replied.

“Never hit me again,” she spat.

Loki stiffened. “Yes, darling.” He whispered.

Fireflies began to appear around them. Adalwin looked at them with wide eyes. “Papa, what are those?” she asked.

“Those are fireflies my dear,” he said smiling at her wonder. “Beautiful aren’t they?”

“Yes,” she said as she tried to catch one. “They are pretty.”

“Not the only pretty thing here,” he said looking down at her. “How did I get such a beautiful daughter?”

“You adopted me.” She said smiling.

“Alfhild, you’re smiling,” he said.

“I read that fireflies represent a path being lightened and realization found,” Adalwin said softly. “I think it’s a sign that you will be ok.”

“I know it is,” Loki said.