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Loki’s Daughter
Note: Requested by anon, based on this super cute idea:
Hello!!!! Can you do a Loki x reader where Loki and Thor comes back from Asgard and finds a girl, she looks awfully lot like Loki and he doesn’t admit she’s his until he shook her hand and the illusion disappeared and the girl was actually hiding at a corner because she spotted intruders. Reader comes trying to find her daughter and surprisingly saw her little girl getting along with her father and uncle? (Ps Loki and reader are married) (family fluff plssss) Thank youuuuu 😘💚💚😘
It ended up slightly different to what I was expecting but I think it’s cute and fluffy so hopefully you like it!! Let me know what you think!
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"I did warn you, brother,“ Loki shrugged. "Trouble always seems to find us when I return to Asgard. And, anyway, they were only small explosions. Nothing that can’t be fixed.”
"That’s hardly the point, Loki,“ Thor sighed, shaking his head in despair. "You can’t keep leaving a trail of desolation everywhere you go. How is anyone ever to believe you capable of settling down if you continue to bring only destruction?”
Loki grunted noncommittally, leading his brother silently across the field in which the Bifrost had dropped them. Thor shot Loki a curious glance as they approached a large house, even more confused when he saw the shadow of a small figure duck away from a ground floor window.
As the younger god let himself into the house, motioning for his brother to follow. Moving through the hallway as quietly as he could - bumping into every table, tripping over his feet and just making a right racket - Thor whispered, “Loki? What is this place? Why are we here?”
"Who are you?“ a quiet voice asked. A little girl poked her head around the door, staring at Thor with wide eyes. She stood barely tall enough to reach his waist and shuffled backwards when he took a step towards her. "I don’t know you. Who are you?”
"I am Thor of Asgard,“ he proclaimed proudly. The young girl glared at him with cautious eyes - gorgeous green eyes that were remarkably similar to Loki’s. Thor thought that, paired with her long, black hair, she seemed to almost be a miniature version of his brother.
Thor looked over his shoulder to see where Loki had gone, but he was nowhere to be seen - apparently off exploring the rest of the house. No matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, Thor couldn’t push away the thought that this child was far too similar to his brother for it to be a coincidence.
Crouching down in front of the girl, admiring the determined gleam in her eyes, Thor asked, "What is your name, little one?”
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Lokean Parable: Let Baldr Be the Best (Baldrs Draumar)
Baldr was a prince of the Aesir. He was handsome and well liked, but also very insecure. Even though he was a prince, he didn’t feel like the other Aesir respected him as much as he deserved. Everyone knew that Thor was the best warrior, and that Skathi was the best hunter, and that Heimdall was the best at following the rules. But there was nothing that everyone knew Baldr was the best at.
One evening, after Thor had regaled everyone with another of his great tales about roaming the outlands, Baldr went to his mother, Frigga.
“I can’t stand it.” He said. “Why are there no great tales of my bravery and daring?”
Frigga smiled lovingly and put her hands on his shoulders.
“Because my dear, you are a prince, and you are too important to send roaming the outlands.”
This cheered Baldr for a moment. Being important was a good thing. But the he realized he wasn’t the most important, so it was just one more thing that someone else was better at.
“If I’m so important, how come I’m not the best at anything?” He asked.
“You are the best at being my son.”
Baldr shrugged. “That’s not much. That only means I’m better at it than Hothr, and he is bad at everything.” He said, and walked off to his hall to sleep.
Frigga thought all night about this, and in the morning, she decided to do something about it. She went to everyone and everything and made them promise that they would let Baldr be better then them. She made the deer promise to let Baldr run faster, and the steel promise to let Baldr be stronger.
“Thor” Frigga said, “I want you to promise to always let Baldr win when you two spar.”
Thor shrugged. “That seems weird. But you asked it, and so I will promise.”
“Skathi” Frigga said, “I want you to promise to always let Baldr hunt better than you.”
Skathi looked at Frigga with eyes like pine shadows in winter. “If that is how it must be.”
“Heimdall” Frigga said, “I want you to promise to always let Baldr follow the rules better than you.”
Heimdall nodded sagely. “I don’t know what that means, but you are in charge and I will always do as you command.”
In this way, Frigga made sure that Baldr was the best at everything and that nothing bad would ever happen to him. Baldr had great fun, challenging Thor to wrestling contests and winning, going hunting with Skathi and getting the most deer, and making up new rules that Heimdall couldn’t follow better because he didn’t know about them.
But all this happened while Loki was away on a long journey in the outlands, and one day, he came back to Asgard. He found Thor, covered in bruises and drinking mead.
“Thor,” asked Loki, “while I was gone, did everyone lose their fucking minds?”
Thor shook his head. “No, but Frigga made us all promise to let Baldr be the best at everything.”
Loki took the horn that Thor was drinking from and downed the rest of it. “That is so much worse.”
Thor shrugged. “It’s not so bad. Baldr will get bored of it sooner or later.”
Loki looked over at Baldr, who was wearing medals representing all things he was best at, including a medal that read ‘medal for having more medals than anyone else in Asgard.’
“I don’t think he will.” Loki said, and left the hall.
The next day, Loki found out that Frigga hadn’t exacted any promises from the mistletoe plant because it wasn’t good enough at anything for her to bother with. Loki made an arrow from the mistletoe wood and poisoned it with a poison made from the white berries. That afternoon, Baldr was showing everyone again how he was stronger than arrows or swords, and telling them to ‘take their best shot.’ All of the Aesir indulged him, except for his brother Hothr, who was blind.
“Hothr,” said Loki, “You should honor your brother as the other Aesir do.”
Hothr shook his head. “It is too embarrassing. Yesterday, I missed and hit a cow instead. Everyone laughed at me, and Baldr won’t stop calling me ‘slayer of cows.’”
“That’s ok.” Loki said. “Take this bow and arrow, and I will guide your shot true. No one will make fun of you after that.”
“I would like that. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Loki said, and did as he promised. The mistletoe arrow struck Baldr in the heart and killed him instantly.
This caused great confusion among the Aesir. Odin made the journey to the afterworld where Baldr was feasting, and demanded the Hel send him back to Asgard. Hel was Loki’s daughter, and while she didn’t want to offend Odin and the Aesir, she was suspicious of the demand. She agreed to return Baldr, but only if everyone in Asgard agreed that he should come back.
Odin and Frigga gathered everyone together and they all agreed that Baldr should come back. All except Loki.
“Will you release everyone from their promises if he returns?” Loki asked Frigga.
“No.” She said. “And this time I will get everything. Even the mistletoe. Even you.”
“Hard pass.” Said Loki.
Frigga leveled her finger at Loki. “Fine. You aren’t even one of us anyway. Everyone who isn’t a half breed and a traitor has agreed. Hel must send Baldr back.”
But Hel refused. When the reply came, Frigga was furious. She found Loki getting ready to return to the outlands.
“Someday soon,” she said to Loki “you will pay dearly for this.”
Loki slung his pack over his shoulder and looked around at Asgard, at the halls, and at all the Aesir and Vanir who lived there.
“Someday soon,” Loki said “we will all pay dearly for this.”
Hello hello HELLO
My friend here is on FIRE 🔥
Lokean teachings indeed, as far as my experience goes as well.
As much as freedom can feel lonely sometimes, it's nothing compared to the true, harsh isolation of being caged.
We compare Loki to fire because watching a flame, you witness how truly free it is. Fire is unpredictable, it’s constantly in motion. You never know what it’ll do, where it’s going to go, or where it’s going to stop. You can never know if it’ll grow tall enough to make a building collapse, or if it’ll die down by itself when you press the trigger of a lighter. And still, fire is dancing: it’s bouncy and bright, it feels so alive and joyous. Fire is an enemy, a pest and a troublemaker, but it’s also a friend, especially when you’re freezing to your bones in the cold.
Hail my beloved Faðir 🔥
Hail to you Loki Revealer of Corruption, Speaker of Hard Truths May your presence drain the festering wound Remove the infection from flesh And grant it godly hue once again Sly One, Protector of Those Brave Enough to Speak Out May we speak with unfettered tongues And reveal the hard won truth We hold your torch in our hands
Always love me a feathered Loki - Loptr indeed ✨
Apparently I never posted this Loki piece on here and that is a C R I M E😭 I am so sorry pls forgive me lol
Anyway here’s Loki with Freyja’s falcon cloak
Hail Loki 🌋
Volcanic Eruption l Iceland 2024 (x)
Loki, beloved Faðir
Volcanic Eruption l Iceland l May 2024 (x)
This is so true, based on my personal experience with Seth. And being a Daughter of Loki, I must say it perfectly describes him as well (solar barque aside of course, but you know).
Set As a Champion of Mental Wellness
One of Set’s most prominent domains is that of a Storm God. Ancient Egypt was the most far-reaching civilization known to history, to the point that less time has passed between the life of Cleopatra and the present day than the construction of the Great Pyramid. Ancient Egyptians had archaeologists and engineers to study and repair structures that were already millennia old. For much of its history, life along the Nile was homeostatic and predictable, so much so that Set came to embody all that was disorderly and unexpected.
Think about the scene in the Book of Coming Forth by Day where Set plunges His spear into the throat of Apep. Set is fighting for Ra when He is incapable of defending Himself. During a time of mental crisis, we are not unlike the linen-bound Sokar, our greatest nature suppressed during the nadir of drastic, catalytic transformation. And Who is there for us in our darkest hour but the very Eye of the Storm?
I recently drew a connection between storms and the release of stress hormones during traumatic moments. When we are in a dangerous or intense situation our adrenal glands release a chemical called cortisol which is essentially the “fight-or-flight” hormone. The release of cortisol is meant to ensure our survival until such time that the danger we’re facing passes, much like the role performed by Set on the Solar Barque.
Here’s the funny thing about that: danger always passes and, in that moment, a new kind of self-care is required. There comes a time when our bodies no longer need those stress hormones. Even though they once helped us survive during hardship they inevitably become armor that is otherwise detrimental and must be set aside. Consider that maybe the parts of you that are making life so hard are the remnants of those survival habits and that, even now, they are doing everything they can to keep you safe. They have no awareness that they’re making things worse. The key to healing, then, is loving the parts of you that are trying to kill you.
Set is a many-faced Netjer. The aspect of His nature I’m proposing is but one of many both within and beyond us. Set is simultaneously the tempest, the ship, and the very heart of the sailor. Were He much less than that He would not have been worshiped since before the dawn of the written word. That’s the funny thing about the perception of value: it is most prone to change depending on where we’re standing.
Mental illness is a multifaceted battle fought every single day. Some days offer ceasefires. On others, a violent storm can bring a reprieve. Many days can simply blend into one long continuum. Imagine this as a mountain, if you will, or the long hours of night mentioned in Ancient Egyptian papyri. Regardless of the imagery you choose, the implication remains the same.
This too shall pass.
I write this as I struggle with my own hours of night, from a place where it is easy to feel my prayers go unheard. Set is a bastion of the greatest form of strength – that which is self-begotten. Set is the one Netjer I do not have to pray to during hardship or crisis for one very simple reason: He is already and always there. It doesn’t matter whether you believe in the existence of Set or the Netjeru. What I offer you to take away from this is that no matter who you are or where you find yourself, you possess exactly what you require to take just one more step. That is what recovery and healing are, essentially, just taking one step at a time.
I offer you this lesson much as I offer my experience of it to Set. May it serve you well, my friends.
Dua Set!
Image is credited to Joan Lansberry.
Loki: Child of the Wind and the Witch
Finding aspects of Loki in Finno-Ugric myth
(This is from an article I wrote on my blog in 2022, I have more thoughts on this now that I may write about later such as Loki's connection with traps, rivers and fishing!)
I noticed in the poem Haustlöng that Loki is both referred to as “Fárbauta mög”, son of Fárbauti, and as “barn Öglis”, child of the eagle in stanza 12. We know that he is the son of Fárbauti, a giant who many see as connected to lightning, but let’s look at Hræsvelgur for a bit. Hræsvelgur is “a giant in the shape of an eagle”, the source of all wind and, according to Snorri, is located at the northernmost point of the world. His wing beats send winds over mankind.
Then said Hárr: "That I am well able to tell thee. At the northward end of heaven sits the giant called Hræsvelgr: he has the plumes of an eagle, and when he stretches his wings for flight, then the wind rises from under his wings, as is here said:
Hræsvelgr hight he | who sits at heaven's ending,
Giant in eagle's coat;
From his wings, they say, | the wind cometh
All men-folk over."
- Prose Edda, chapter 18
In stanza 50 of the Völuspá there is mentioned a tawny eagle who screeches and tears up corpses, "...ari hlakkar; slítr nái niðfölur...". To me this sounds like Hræsvelgr, it fits one interpretation of his name at least (corpse-gobbler) .
Let’s now think about the name Fárbauti. Fár means danger or destruction, and in Icelandic a common use of the word is in “Fárviðri” meaning dangerous weather. “Bauti” comes from “bauta”, which means to strike/hit and has the same origin as the word “beat”. As said before, many people interpret his name to mean “dangerous striker” and connect him to lightning, but what if these “dangerous beats” were wing beats that sent forth dangerous weather? If Fárbauti is a kenning for Hræsvelgur, this would explain why Loki is referred to as “the child of the eagle”.
But what about Loki’s mother? Laufey is often translated as “leafy island”, but the Icelandic etymological dictionary suggests a connection to the Finnish underworld goddess Louhi, sometimes conflated with Loviatar.
Her name Nál is also translated as “needle” but the Icelandic Etymological Dictionary suggests it may also be related to the obscure goddess Nehalennia, as well as being connected to the latin word necāre which means "to kill", especially by methods such as poisoning or starvation. The dictionary also makes a suggests a connection to the dwarven names Náli, Náinn and Nár which are likely related to the word nár meaning "corpse" or "dead". If Laufey is related to Loviatar then this origin would definitely be very fitting.
In Finnish mythology Loviatar is impregnated by the wind, which would tie her to Laufey if Fárbauti is indeed Hræsvelgur, the source of wind/stormy weather.
On the fields of sin and sorrow;
Turned her back upon the East-wind,
To the source of stormy weather,
To the chilling winds of morning.
— Kalevala, Rune XLV, from the translation by John Martin Crawford
I also read in this article that a part of Mari (a Finno-Ugric people in Russia) spiritual practices is a ritual where young women make love to the wind. This is all I know and haven't yet found more information on it but it is interesting to see making love to the wind as a positive thing in one Finno-Ugric culture but further West it is something that an "evil underworld witch" does.
Loviatar is also referred to as the mistress of Pohjola, which is “the extreme north”, a dark, terrible place. In Mythologia Fennica she is referred to as the emuu or “ancestor spirit” of wolves, connecting her to Loki’s association with wolves as the father of Fenrir. Impregnated by the wind, Loviatar gives birth to nine children, associated with diseases but one son stood out:
One remained without getting a name, a boy at the bottom of the batch, a mouthless, eyeless brat; afterwards she ordered him away, to the tremendous Rutja rapids, into the fiery foaming surge. From him sharp frosts were bred, from him arose the Syöjätärs, from him the other destroying ones, he begat the sorcerers on lakes, the wizards in every dell, the jealous persons in every place, in the tremendous Rutja rapids, in the fiery foaming surge. - John Abercromby, The pre-and proto-historic Finns : both Eastern and Western, with the magic songs of the West Finns
Syöjätärs are kind of Baba Yaga-like troll women.This myth has a resemblance to the last part of the 12th stanza in Völuspá hin Skamma, where it is said that Loki is the origin of all monsters or “troll women”.
Varð Loftr kviðugr
af konu illri;
þaðan er á foldu
flagð hvert komit.
Translation:
(With child from the woman | Lopt soon was,
There hence on earth | came the monsters all.)
Flagð here is translated as “monsters” but it is more commonly used as a word for witches or troll women.
Norse mythology is a shamble of many different tales and myths from different cultures, it wouldn't surprise me if aspects of Loki can be found in Finnish myths and folklore.
I want to preface this next part by saying that I have not studied etymology on an academic level, but I do know that Norse and Finnic people borrowed words from each other (f.x. the Norther-Sámi word siedi, which means "sacred offering site/offering stone" is borrowed from Norse seiðr).
If Loki is actually Lóðurr, and there is some evidence he is (Haukur Þorgeirsson of the University of Iceland writes about it here), then Loki is also responsible for the creation of man according to Norse myth. The Finnish luoda (“to create”, from Proto-Finnic *loodak which means "to create" or "cast/throw") sounds like it could be connected to Lóður, however Lóður is thought possiby derive from Icelandic lóð meaning "growth or product/yield". I still find it interesting that another Icelandic verb, afkasta ("profit, yield") has connections to throwing, clearly throwing and creating are sometimes linked concepts.
I also found out that from *loodak comes the word luopa "renounce/abandone" and luopio which means “traitor”. These words are likely derived from the "casting" definition of *loodak and to me sound eerily like Loptur but could be a bit of a stretch as well.
The word I find most interesting though is the Finnish word loukko. The general consensus regarding the name Loki is that it is most likely from "loka" which means to shut or open, also “lok” which is "ending" (same root as the english word “lock”). However, loukko (hole, hollow, inside corner, pit) from Proto-Uralic *lowkke (“hole, opening, cavity, hollow”) attracts my attention because of the aforementioned meaning of Loviatar's name which is made up of lovi ("cleft" or "hole") and -tar (feminine suffix). The Finnish way of saying "falling into a trance" is "langeta loveen, literally "falling into lovi, falling into a cleft".
This phrase, falling into a cleft, refers to cracks in stone being gateways to the underworld in Finnish-Karerlian shamanistic folklore. Antti Lahelma writes about cracks in painted/carved rock faces being gateways to the Underworld as a phenomenon attested cross-culturally. On the rocks by the lake Onega in northwestern Russia there are images of swans entering or emerging from cracks in the rock, Lehman writes that this could represent the soul of a shaman or dead person passing between this world and the Underworld. In their article Liminality, Rock Art and the Sami Sacred Landscape, Inga-Maria Mulk and Tim Bayliss-Smith suggest that Badjelánnda rock art site in northern Sweden should be seen as a Sámi gateway to the Underworld. They also write that water seeping out of cracks in these smooth, south-facing black rocks represented new souls returning to the Middle World. According to Russian scholar Vladimir Napolskikh's constructed ‘map’ of Proto-Uralic cosmology (see image below), the Underworld or Lower World is associated with North, the river mouth, cold sea and subterranea.
(Vladimir Napolskikh 1992)
Photo of a plaster cast of a swan carving in Besov Nos.
Migratory water-birds such as swans, geese and ducks were birds of the Upper World, but the birds of the Lower World were loons. These birds often feature in Earth-Diver myths and Napolskikh writes that in some versions it is the loon (or someone who transforms into a loon) that dives to the bottom of the sea and fetches the earth that land shall be made of. However, in some myths the loon is the unsuccessful rival of another creature (often a duck) which does manage to fetch earth, sometimes the loon is even a form of the Devil.
An interesting theme that can be found in some versions is the Devil/loon/second bird using part of the earth to create the land as well. This is sometimes a team effort between the two creators but sometimes the Devil/loon/second bird deceitfully conceals a part of the earth in it's beak/hands and either deliberately or accidentally creates it's own parts of the world. One myth I find particularly interesting features the Devil demanding a small piece of earth and from the resulting hole emerge all kinds of vermin. Here we see some familiar concepts; A creator, a hole or gap, a traitor, an originator of undesirable creatures. Lóðurr, Loki, Loptur?
Probably the most compelling evidence that suggests that Loki is connected to loons can be found in An Account of the Sámi by Johan Turi. He writes about the loon being a noaidi bird (i.e. associated with Sámi shamanic workers) and being able to foretell changes in the weather. Most remarkable however, is that the beaks of the red-throated loon were used "in the olden times" to make weapons like arrows and it was believed that such weapons are the only things that can kill people that have been enchanted to resist arrows. This reminds me of the mistletoe that kills Baldur as well as Loki’s weapon Lævateinn/Hævateinn which is the only weapon that can kill the rooster Viðófnir.
Thinking of all of his names and these words fills my head with repeating sounds, Lou Lo Ló Low Loo. This reminds me of the sound of the Sámi joik or luohti, a kind of singing which is sometimes done in a shamanic context. Not necessarily related, I just wanted to add this in.
This whole thing might be me just grasping for straws, but I strongly believe that the myth of Loki is tied to something deep. Is Loki the howling sound of the wind passing through cracks and clefts in stone? A being that dives into the Underworld? A cunning magician with loon-beak arrows?
Can I ask for Vert with an s/o who's Prince Loki's (MCU) daughter except he only finds out after hinting at that he knows little to nothing about her background only to find out she used to be a villain but gave up her ways?
The team just secured a battle zone. They got out of their cars and cheered at (S/O) who succeeded in her first mission. A huge smile came up on her face. No words can express how happy Vert was for his love. (S/O) is a very intelligent girl. She knows what to do in every situation. But fighting with combat vehicles was something that (S/O) was good at. Not until Vert came up and taught her.
"Thank you guys!" (S/O) said in a cheery tone. It has been years since she experienced something like this. "We should be thanking you. You saved our butts from the Vandals!" Agura said. "Yeah, I never seen any newbie fight this good!" Spinner said. "All thanks to Vert. You guys know how many hours he spent on me for training!" (S/O) said, looking at Vert who is smiling at her. "Thanks for pointing me out. But, even though (S/O) gets all the appreciation, It was a team victory!" Vert said. Everyone cheered along with Vert. The positive energy around them started to fade away when (S/O) collapsed in front of them, coughing and gasping for air.
"(S/O)?! (S/O), what's wrong?!" Vert came up to her and placed his hand on her back. "Did Hatch did something to you during mid fight?!" Agura asked, examining (S/O) face. She was red and her eyes became watery and puffy. "N-no.... Father....Loki....my powers are....draining...." (S/O) said weakly. Her pulse started to fade. All of a sudden, (S/O) fainted. "(S/O)?! (S/O)?! Wake up!" Vert said, panicking. "Let's get her back to the hub before something serious happens!" Agura said. Vert picked her up and placed her inside her vehicle. Spinner got out of the buster and got inside (S/O)'s vehicle to drive. They opened the portal and drove to the hub.
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(S/O) was lying on the infirmary bed. Sage and the others stood beside her. Vert couldn't stop thinking about the bad things that could happen to her. "Will she be okay?" Vert asked. "Yes Vert. She will make a full recovery." Sage said. "But, I found something that is strange.". Everyone looked at her, eager to hear what she had to say. "This whole time I thought I was the only one who can use energy powers." Sage said. "What?" Agura asked, confused. Sage sighed. "(S/O) has energy in her DNA." Sage said. Everyone gasped. "Did (S/O) say anything while she was about to faint?" Sage asked. "She mention her father and Loki. And said her energy was draining." Vert said. "Hmm..." Sage looked through her data base, searching for Loki's information. She pulled up his data and started reading through it. "It appears that he has a daughter who is half human. She was a threat to the multiverse. But she gave up her ways." Sage said. "That can't be (S/O). She wouldn't do such a thing." Vert said. "By comparing both Loki's and his wife's physical features with (S/O), it appears that she has both of their's traits. Blue eye colour and shape, and black hair like Loki. Facial and body structure exactly like his wife. I am a 100% sure that (S/O) is his daughter." Sage said. Vert sat on the nearest chair. He couldn't believe what he just heard. He was engaged to a demi goddess And also the fact that she was a threat to the mutliverse. "Vert, you okay buddy?" AJ asked, worried. "I'm fine AJ." Vert said. Suddenly, he heard (S/O) stir. He looked at her and saw (S/O) slowly opening her eyes.
"Are you feeling alright (S/O)?" Sage asked. "Yes...." (S/O) replied. Her voice was weak. She looked at the others, who looked at her in a disappointed way. "What happened?" (S/O) asked. "Why didn't you tell us about you being the daughter of Loki?" Agura asked. "And also a threat to the multiverse? A villain?" Stanford asked. "I.... Didn't know when or how do I say about that to you guys...." (S/O) said. She sat straight on the bed. She looked at Vert who is completely ignoring her. "Guys, listen..." The whole group looked at her, eager to hear what she has to say. "I left my family when I was 16. I was a reckless teenager who wanted to control everything. My family raised me by challenging me, pushing me through my limits. My mischievous mind thought I could do everything. And one day I decided to attack every civilization out there." (S/O) said. "During my attack, I've heard the screams of the people from those civilizations. Screams of terror, screams of help. Every time I try to sleep, all I could hear was their screams. I felt guilty from then on, and one day I quit. I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't want innocent creatures suffering because of my actions.".
"My father loved me, and wanted me to help every civilization out there. He gave me everything. He practically spoiled me with gifts. My mother was a kind, intelligent and beautiful lady who wanted to be with my father until her end of time. I was spoiled so badly that my mind became rotten. I just....left them all of a sudden without explanation. While I was fighting the Vandals, I sensed my father trying to contact me. He finally got hold of my energy and started to drain it so that I would stop whatever I was doing, So that I could go back to them." Tears started to form on (S/O)'s eyes.
Vert sighed. "I'm sorry guys. I should of told you about that before. Now I know you guys hate me. I get it. I'll leave." (S/O) said, getting up from the bed, walking away from them. But she found herself being pulled back by Vert, who had his eyes filled with tears. He gave her a warm hug. "I don't hate you (S/O). No matter how many mistakes you have made in the past or present, I'll still love you" He said giving her a long passionate kiss. "Aww...." Agura along with the others looked at them with a huge smile. (Tezz also smiles, but not as wide as them.). "Why don't we celebrate (S/O)'s first mission by having a movie night with lots of pizza, ice cream and coke!" AJ said. "Yeah!" Spinner cheered. "Let's watch Fast and Furious, baby!" Zoom said. "I love you!" Vert said as he kissed (S/O)'s forehead. "I love you too Vert!"
