Loki Asgard Novels & Stories

Another asked and then a series of questions started trooping in from the kids who were seated over the floor, and Ophelia didn't know which one to give a response to. She closed the book and raised her hand to gain silence. "Calm down, kids, as I have read you, Loki was a trickster god." "And a man-" provided a girl who was stabbing her fingers into her nostrils and peeking for boogers. "-who could change his gender and species with ease. I told you he shapeshifted into a female horse earlier," Ophelia explained and the perplexed and rowdy-looking children quieted down. "Sleipnir ultimately belonged to Odin right after its birth."

Loki said and immediately end the call. Loki is like a child. Little and random things interest him even at an early age. He would get dirty or walk a thousand miles if that is the only way to be with his "educational tool". He got it from his adventurer father. He only sees things and people as some kind of tools to learn more. He likes observing people in their everyday lives, it does not only satisfies his thirst for knowledge and some other things, but it also fulfill his role as a shadow for someone he needs to protect. Luckily, he never knocked someone out ever. Well, that's a good news.

Peter "Sure," he said. "Whatever you want to call him. I guess it just depends on which version of the story you want to go by, though I bet you'll be interested to know that the figure in mythology is supposed to be like a brother to Loki." I blinked at him. He gave me a nonplussed look. "Loki, father of Fenrir, Jormangadr, and Hel?" He paused. "And the eight-legged horse, but let's not get involved with that."

They devour it before anyone notices. Across the table, Loviatar leans toward Hel—the Norse goddess of death—and starts speaking in the god’s tongue. They think I don’t understand. They’re wrong. I whisper an incantation. The words twist in the air and slide into meaning. “Have they gotten everyone in your pantheon into the cells?” Loviatar asks, her voice a dry rasp. “Nearly,” Hel replies. “My father, Loki, hid Fenrir, Narfi, and Vali. That might complicate things. Then again, Father usually only looks out for himself.”

I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, but didn’t reprimand him. “What happened to me?” Loki directed to Luci. He shook his head, swiping his fingers through is pretty hair. “You are a god, Loki. I guess you have an animal. Ares can shift to a Wolf, you can shift into a Raven. Raven are notorious for causing trouble.” Loki snickered, turning to Poseidon, who was still writing notes. “Thank you.” Loki stepped forward to shake his hand. Poseidon regarded his hand and back to Loki. Taking it slowly, Posideon shook his hand.