"Well that's not terrifying at all!" You say in response to Loki explaining what a Wesson beast is. "I thought Jotun's were the most feared in Jotunheim, but I appear to be mistaken."

"Hey now, Jotun's are both intelligent as well as fearful when challenged. We remain the dominant predator within our realm." Ovahh quickly pointed out, speaking through the carriage's small opening as he guided the horses along the new route.

"They are simply more difficult to defeat, darling, so we prefer to avoid their path." Loki added.

"You also stated that dire wolves do not attack Jotuns because they recognise your skin to be a threat. Which makes me wonder, why then did they attack?"

Ovahh and Loki stared at you with a blank expression, they too were as bewildered, and had no clear answer.

"Could they have been infected with the same disease as the crops, thus impairing their mental faculties?" You speak your theories out loud.

Loki contemplated your suggestion, and while it was plausible as to why they attacked, the fact that they did not appear sickly led him to conclude that this was not the case.

"The wolves exhibited no apparent signs of illness, and the scant information I've received regarding the ailing children, is that they all have symptoms in common. What it is, I am unsure. So in this instance, I believe something else affected the wolves judgement."

"Hmm," you muse other possible reasons.

Yet your thoughts were interrupted when a strong whiff of the foul-smelling moss reached your nostrils.

Prior to departing, you were forced by Loki to apply Julup moss to your under arms and neck to deter predators from your scent.

"This odour reminds me of the stables in Embrodi." You contort your facial features in disgust.

"I'm happy that it brings forth fond memories, darling." Loki teased.

You rolled your eyes. Yet inside, you melted at seeing the little smile that accompanied his wit.

You adored every bit of him.

Your awed gaze was abruptly pulled away when the horses suddenly halted, causing you to tumble from your seat.

"Eden!" Loki yelled, peering down from above.

"I'm okay. No broken bones this time." You smiled up at him.

"This time?" Ovahh glanced at Loki with a horrified look. "You said she was not hurt before?"

"I healed her bones. Do not fret." Loki reassured.

Ovahh's awareness of the truth; that his previous evasive manoeuvre caused you harm, wracked him with guilt. He felt his services to protect you were not adequate enough.

"Why did the horses stall?" You ask as you climb up and stare out into the open. You saw nothing obvious, only more white snow.

"Are you sure you're not hurt, Birdy?" Ovahh scanned over your body to be sure.

"I am fine, Ovahh." You offer him a smile to ease his obvious concern. But he continued to scrutinise every part of you, still worried that you were injured.

"There! That is indeed blood! She is injured, Loki. Eden requires healing." Ovahh abruptly spoke.

Loki shifted his gaze from the path ahead and stared at you with equal worry. He jumped into the carriage and proceeded to remove the three sets of cloaks, exposing your bare arms to the bitter chill.

"Where, Ovahh? I see no visible injuries." He spun you around in a panic, his eyes scanning over every part of you.

You giggle at being so forcefully manhandled, and if it wasn't out of concern, you would be annoyed.

You quickly step back, disconnecting Loki's hands from your body.

"I am fine! Really. The blood Ovahh is referring to belongs to the dire wolf." You point to the discarded cloaks. "See, it's dried blood, and not my own."

Both Loki and Ovahh breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we now endeavour to determine why the horses stopped so abruptly? This is significantly more important." You declare.

Loki stepped towards you and tenderly placed his hands on your waist. However, his gentle touch was overshadowed when he snapped your body against his with a sudden jolt.

You bite your lower lip, relishing his unexpected dominance immensely.

"You are far more important, Eden. The most valuable cargo we have ever transported. Can you really blame us for our worry?"

Loki moved his mouth steadily towards yours until the fullness of your lips met his. Upon tasting the familiar honey of your tongue, he groaned against your lips.

"I can't wait for tonight," he whispered into your ear.

Your cheeks blushed as he gazed adoringly into your eyes.

"Me too"

"What's happening tonight?" Ovahh spoke from above, a smirk resting on his face. "Are we having a soiree? Do I need to bring a bottle of pinia?"

Loki gazed up at Ovahh with a cheeky grin. "It's a private party, and I'm afraid you're not invited."

Ovahh winked knowingly and then continued to gaze forward, attempting to determine why the horses had stalled.

"Um, my king, we appear to have a situation." He called out.

Loki sighed and kissed your lips before making his way through the roof compartment to join Ovahh up top.

Silence ensued and now you were left wondering.

"What is it? What did you find?" You yell.

Loki and Ovahh were too preoccupied with looking ahead, attentively surveying the path ahead.

"Can we pass through it safely?" You heard Loki inquire.

"We do not carry a heavy load, and it is winter, the lake should be able to support us." Ovahh replied.

You quickly climb onto the seats and poke your head through the roof. "Lake? What lake? All I see is snow," you say confused.

Loki pointed towards an area off to the side. "Look there, darling. You see how you can only discern the branches of that tree, and no visible trunk."

You squint. "That's a tree? It looks like a dead bush."

Loki chuckled. "It is a mature julup tree that is flourishing beneath the lake's waters. Only the tip is visible because it is submerged."

"Fascinating." You muse.

"Are you certain there is no other option besides journeying this frozen lake?" Loki sounded anxious.

Ovahh contemplated the situation for a moment before leaping from the carriage. "Allow me to inspect the hill; perhaps the snow is firmer than it appears."

Loki grabbed his arm quickly and held him in position. "Be careful," he cautioned with a serious expression.

Ovahh smiled warmly at seeing his genuine concern. "I will."

"Do you have your dagger, Ovahh?" You quickly ask.

Ovahh reached for his belt and felt his dagger's hilt. "I've got it, Birdy. Not to worry."

You join Loki outside and watch with apprehension as Ovahh's form gradually disappeared into the white void.

Loki observed your eyes scanning the distance incessantly, your concern for Ovahh evident on your countenance.

"He will be okay, Eden." Loki affirmed softly.

You sighed. "I know he is capable, I just, I.."

"You love him." Loki glanced at you.

"Not in the way I love you." You quickly respond.

Loki smiled warmly and placed his hand on top of yours. "I know, darling, I do not doubt your love for me."

"Good." You say with relief.

"But..." Loki paused. "It has been clear to me for some time now, that Ovahh's feelings for you spans more than simple friendship.... He loves you, Eden."

"The three of us are best friends, we have love for each other."

"No, sweetheart, he loves you deeply."

You lower your head and contemplate Loki's words. You had sensed Ovahh's growing affections for you, and Loki's recognition of it only served to confirm your suspicions.

"I know his feelings run deeper, Loki, but I also know that the majority of his perceived feelings stem from the idea of me. He wants what we all want, which is to be loved unconditionally and to have a mate of his own. Rest assured that he does not want me; he is simply attracted to my acceptance of him."

"Hmm" Loki pondered for a moment. "He sees the love you have for me, Eden, and he craves it."

"Yet not from me, but rather from his own Eden."

"Then I wish to help him find his own Eden. For I know all too well the heart ache that he feels. Loneliness."

"So we are in agreement then?" You move closer towards Loki. "We strive to find a match for Ovahh, one who will accept his silly big heart. I don't ever want him to be forced to change who he is just to grab a chance at love. Because anyone who doesn't accept him for who he is, doesn't deserve his devotion."

Loki's lips suddenly collide with yours; passionately kissing you. You coo as his tongue enters your mouth, relishing his flavour.

"What was that for?" You smile.

"That's for loving me without conditions. I feel the love that emanates from you, and I never have to question whether or not you love me."

"My love for you feels so natural; it's as though it has always existed within me. Perhaps it has. Maybe it lay dormant until we first met, our simple encounter awakening it."

Loki fell in love with your words, and a wave of emotions swept through him.

"When all other suitors were available, your heart chose me. Thank you, my queen."

Now it was you who was overcome by insatiable desire. You seize Loki's collar and drag him towards you, forcing your lips against his and asserting your dominance.

Loki's body tingled with a new sensation as he enjoyed your assertive demeanour. But his thrill was short-lived when he heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow approaching. He swiftly drew his daggers and pushed you behind him, assuming a protective stance.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realised it was only Ovahh returning.

"The snow is too fluffy, the carriage and horses will simply sink. Our only option is to travel across the lake." Ovahh claimed.

Loki once more contemplated the frozen lake as he gazed over it. He groaned when he couldn't think of any other viable option.

"Okay" Loki said in defeat. "But Eden must remain behind while I evaluate the ice. You stay with her while I first guide the horses for a few strides"

"You are not leaving me again!" You argue. "We go together, remember!"

Loki sighs deeply. "But I am not leaving you alone, Ovahh is with you."

Ovahh quickly interrupted. "Ovahh is not leaving his king to trial the lake, you will stay back with Eden, and I will go."

Loki shook his head in protest. "No, I will go, you have just ventured into sinking snow and need rest."

"Why don't we put an end to this inconsequential dispute that is wasting precious daylight and go together?" You assert.

Both Loki and Ovahh gazed at you while simultaneously heaving a sigh of defeat. They knew you were not going to stop protesting.

"Fine, but you sit up top." Loki said. "If the ice breaks, we must be able to quickly reach you."

"Fine by me." You grin.

Ovahh commanded his horses to proceed slowly and steadily with a deep breath. You peered down and observed the snow being kicked up to disclose the crystalline ice that acted as a barrier to the freezing waters below.

While Loki and Ovahh focused on the path ahead, you surveyed your surroundings. For some time you had been noticing black dots around the boundary of the frozen lake. You initially believed they were moss-covered rocks or sapling debris, but as the carriage approached one, you gasped upon realising it was a dead animal.

Your loud exclamation drew Loki and Ovahh's attention.

"It's a Lassim beast." Ovahh frowned upon observing the animal's lifeless body littering the ice.

"I have seen so many of them scattered about, all dead." You claim.

"It makes no sense," Ovahh exclaimed. "They live around the lake, the fact that is it frozen would not impair their survival. They can burrow into the ice and eat the water reeds, so why are they all dead?"

"Dire wolves primary diet is Lassim." Loki spoke. "I believe I understand why the wolves attacked us. They are starving."

"But why wouldn't they just eat the dead Lassim?" Ovahh queried.

"Stop!" You called out, and Ovahh quickly halted the horses.

You peered down at a dead Lassim and saw red blisters around its mouth. A symptom. Your stomach immediately lurched.

"The wolves don't eat the dead because they can sense that they perished from disease. The Lassim are contaminated." You declare. "This is more grave than first assumed."

"If the dire wolves have no food source, they will starve. And if the Wesson have no wolves to eat, they will venture more inland and hunt Jotun's." Loki surmised.

"No.." you say lowly.

Both Ovahh and Loki looked at you curiously.

"By the time Wesson's make their way inland, the disease will have spread. Not just to the food you eat, but to the very Jotun's who inhabit the lands. Animals can tell when another is sick. They won't eat the diseased."

"So what is the conclusion, birdy? Do Jotuns and animals both perish of hunger?" He turned to Loki. "Can Asgard supply us with enough rations to feed our people?" Ovahh was evidently worried.

You gazed solemnly at Loki and Ovahh, but Loki's expression revealed that he anticipated what you were about to say.

"The entire realm will die from disease long before they succumb to starvation."

As they processed your words and the gravity of the situation, a profound silence descended.

"Find the source of the disease, and stop the spread. That is our objective." You assert. "This realm will not suffer the same fate as Fumi, I won't allow it!.. Let us keep moving Ovahh. Take me to the crops."

The horses began to move upon Ovahh's snap of the reins. Loki glanced at you from side eyes. You turn to look at him and noticed the immense weight resting on his shoulders. The concern for his realm and his people a heavy burden.

"I know little on Fumi, all I know is that it was once prosperous and rich, but in a blink of an eye it was gone, the lands never recovering," he said lowly.

"A realm flourishes due to the people and creatures that inhabit it. The earth feels sorrow just as we do; Fumi lands chose not to re-grow when they witnessed the deaths of their people."

"You think it is the same disease?"

"I pray to the gods that what I believe it is isn't the case. But if it is, I hope I can stop it in time before it reaches a point where not even I can prevent its destruction."

"A world without Jotun's. People wouldn't grieve." Loki looked downcast.

Your heart ached for him, and you fought back the urge to weep as you felt his suffering. You despised those who convinced him that he and his people were not worth mourning.

"People will not grieve because we will lose no one. I am not hopeless. Not yet."

You exchanged eye contact, and he gave you a small smile before applying the mask of a hardened king in order to conceal his genuine concern.

It made you wonder, if you saw his mask, does he see yours too?

~

"I see land," Ovahh exclaimed, having nearly made it across the icy lake without incident.

Again, it was clear that Ovahh's ability to distinguish between land and ice was superior to yours, as all you could see was white.

"Well that wasn't as bad as initially expected, well done, Ovahh." You praise.

"You expected a problem to arise?" He arched a brow. "And you still willingly went anyway?"

"I had the haunting image of me crashing through the ice flicker momentarily through my mind. It was just a flash thought brought on by fear. But hurrah, we arrived safely." You shoot him a pleased grin.

"You are so very odd, Birdy." Ovahh boldly declared.

"Strange and peculiar beings are drawn to strange and peculiar souls. What does that say about you, Ovahh?"

"It says that I am far too friendly. And that perhaps I should be less lenient and have stricter requirements when selecting my friends."

The exchange between you and Ovahh amused Loki and he felt inclined to add his own view on the matter. "And those with a stubborn disposition will always find a reason to argue, even with each other. You are both alike, headstrong and obstinate."

You and Ovahh cast a menacing glance at Loki.

"Stubborn?" You both say in unison.

Loki was relieved when the horses began trotting on land as it shifted the focus away from himself and back to the path ahead.

He quickly reminded you that it was safer to remain within the carriage now that they had reached land. You pout; being cooped up inside was not as fun as being on the outside.

"Can I not stay outside? The wolves and Wesson are not on this side of the lake." You plead.

"But Docats are," Ovahh claimed.

"You and your mention of Docat's. What exactly is a Docat?" You asked in frustration.

You heard the familiar sound of the carriage hatch opening and glanced at Loki with disdain when you saw he was the one who opened it. "Come on, darling, do as you're told."

Your eyes widened with rage, and Loki quickly recognised his error. Nervously, he started mumbling.

"I didn't mean it like a command, just that.."

"How about you do as you're told and stop ordering me inside a box!" You fold your arms in a huff and sit back in your seat.

You understood that your behaviour resembled that of a spoiled child and that he was only attempting to protect you, but your pride prevented you from absorbing this information.

Loki leaned in close and pressed your body against his in an attempt to calm your irrational fury.

"Do you still love me?" He murmured.

As he spoke, you felt a pang in your chest as you could sense his regret. When you looked at him, however, you saw mischievous puppy dog eyes and knew he had chosen those words deliberately to tug at your heartstrings.

He already knew how to extinguish your flames.

"I know what you're up to, Loki; you're giving me that look on purpose so I'll feel sorrow."

"Is it working, sweetheart?"

You make a valiant effort to suppress a smile, but it didn't last long.

"Yes, it is." You admit, planting a kiss on his lips.

"Then, my queen, would you please take refuge within the carriage, so that my heart may rest knowing that you are safely stowed?"

You could not argue or protest anymore. Not in response to such a sincere request.

You allowed Loki to assist you in re-entering the carriage and when safely inside, you observed him gazing down at you from the roof opening.

"I love you, Eden." His eyes reflected the heartfelt meaning of his words.

You smile. "I love you too, Loki."

You were only in the carriage for a moment as it crossed safely away from the ice barriers and deeper into the inland before you noticed something out the window.

You rushed towards the window and attempted to clean away the wolf blood so that you could see more clearly through the glass. When you realise what it was that caught your attention, your heart began to gallop with excitement.

Quickly you yell for the Ovahh to stop the horses. Loki promptly opened the roof top compartment and peered at you with worry.

"What is it, Eden? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. But I see elder trees!" You squeak.

Loki gazed around and noticed a group of trees, they looked ordinary, bare from any foilage.

"They are mere trees, Eden. Our sole life tree lays further beyond the other side of the lake."

"They are elders, Loki, different from that of a realms life tree. I can attempt to coax it to speak, perhaps they can shed some light on the current situation." You say eagerly.

"You know better than me, darling. We can stop."

After being forced to exit the compartment via the roof many times, it was a welcome sight when Loki unlocked the carriage door. When he extended his hand, you assumed he was going to assist you in stepping down, but instead he picked you up and started carrying you towards the cluster of trees that lay just beyond the frozen lake.

"I can walk you know."

"But your feet will grow cold."

"They are already cold."

Loki gave you a sombre look. "They are? Why didn't you say so." The moment his hand touched your knee, warmth diffused down your leg and pooled at your feet, warming your toes within your boots.

You cooed.

"Better, darling?"

"Much." You place a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.

"How is it that a simple kiss can warm my entire body? What kind of sorcery do you behold?" He mused.

"We call it love." You respond while tenderly placing your palm against the side of his face.

"Love. The strongest of magic. No such power can bewitch a heart."

"And have I bewitched your heart, Loki?" You softly ask.

"You have enchanted not only my heart, but also my soul." Loki stopped mid stride and stared into your eyes. "I may look tough, but you have captured the most vulnerable part of me. Be gentle with them."

You pressed your cold lips against his and kissed away any reservations he had. "I promise," you whisper.

Loki placed you on the ground when he reached the base of the tree, and Ovahh tended to his horses, providing them with much-needed nourishment while consuming two more energy bars for himself.

You place your palm against the bark of several trees and attempt verbal communication. Only to become frustrated when none would speak.

"Perhaps you should speak in Jotun, darling?"

"Good idea." You beamed.

You attempt the Jotun language and were ecstatic when you heard a low murmur suddenly reply back to you.

"Greetings, young Gaia"

Your brows flew up in surprise, and you peered at Loki with astonishment.

"It worked, Loki, he's speaking to me."

Loki observed with fascination and awe as you began conversing with an ancient tree spirit, occasionally assisting you with the translation of obsolete Jotun words.

However, regardless of how often you inquired or brought up the illness of the animals and crops, the elder tree would either become mute or redirect the conversation by asking you a question instead. You grew more and more agitated.

"Come, sweetheart, we must move; the winds are picking up." Loki noted your frustrations.

You sighed.

"Would you please grab me another cloak, Loki?" You ask in hopes of some time alone with the stubborn tree spirit.

"Of course, my love."

You waited until Loki had moved a short distance away before saying what you had been hesitating to ask in his presence.

"You are weakening, spirit; something has struck this land, hasn't it? I have detected something sinister since my arrival within the northlands, and I feel it heavily within you."

"Yes"

You furrow your brow in more frustration. "Yes? Is that all. Can you not tell me more?"

"You are well aware, youngling, that ancient trees should not reveal the past, present, or future."

"That is the stubborn Jotun in your roots, because I have an elder blossom within my own lands, and she is a lot more chatty and willing to speak of all she has seen."

You heard a low grumble and experienced a brief vibration beneath your feet. You realise he was laughing.

"Please, give me something. Anything." You plead.

An uneasy hush settles between you both, and you sigh, about to leave. But before you depart with a heavy heart, you hear a tiny whisper.

You step closer and place your ear against the trunk, this time hearing his words more clearly.

"Should it permeate the soul of the land, there is no stopping it."

His proclamation shook you. Chills ran up your spine. And as your hand rested against the tree's bark, you felt all of its agony course through your body and penetrate your heart like a sharp stab. You abruptly draw you hand away with a gasp.

"You are dying," you sob. Tears welling in your eyes.

"Death comes for us all."

Fear rendered you immobile, but perceiving a presence approaching from behind caused you to spin around and collide with Loki's chest. When he saw your tearful eyes, he frowned in concern.

"Loki, please hold me."

His expression darkened, and he immediately drew you close to his body and held you tightly, not releasing or relaxing his grasp until you felt sufficiently comforted. He felt you tremble in his arms and only after inhaling his soothing scent, did he feel your body relax.

Before he could coax you into revealing your sudden unease, a loud yell was heard, causing you both to look in the direction of Ovahh.

"Stay back, Docat! You are in the presence of the king!"

You felt Loki's body tense.

"This ought to be interesting. Stay behind me, Eden, but don't get too near; I need to transform into my Jotun form."

You nodded and watched as Loki assumed his regal appearance of a Jotun king.

You followed him closely as he walked towards Ovahh and what appeared to be several other large Jotuns wearing thick black spectacles. He shielded you with his massive body.

"We mean you no harm, Docats; we were forced to take this route to avoid Wesson beasts; we merely head to the farming region within the northlands. Permit us to pass without incident, and you will be rewarded justly." Loki said confidently.

You poked your head around the side of Loki and gazed discreetly at the large, mysterious band of Jotun's. You assumed Docats were just another dangerous species of animal to watch out for. But these were clearly Loki's people.

You were so very confused.

The primary male observed your head movement, and you could sense that he was staring at you without making it known. However, with his eyes concealed by thick eyeglasses, you could not be absolutely certain.

Too curious to remain still, you move your entire body from behind Loki and reveal your small frame.

"So, these Jotun's are the Docats you were talking about?" You say aloud.

Now you were certain that the large Jotun was watching you. Even though his head was directed at Loki, the slight twitch of it after hearing you speak indicated that he was curious about you.

Loki had the same acute awareness that you were being observed; and as a result, his protective instincts kicked in and he moved in front of you. Once again, he hid you from view by covering you with his own body.

"Your thick spectacles do not prevent me from observing your wandering eyes, Docat. It is me, your king, whom you should be focussing your attention on, not her."

The Docat's thin slips curved up into a little smirk in response to Loki's statement.

"What compensation do you offer for the safe passage through Docat territory?" He inquired calmly, unaffected by the stern tone of his king.

"Whatever you request, I will grant. It is imperative that we proceed." Loki replied.

A second slightly smaller male wearing the same blacked-out glasses approached his superior and whispered in his ear. Quiet murmuring was heard before they finally spoke aloud.

"In exchange for your unhindered travels through the badlands, we Docats require your small female, the pretty one who shivers behind your back."

Before they could take a breath, Loki angrily stepped forward, his eyes ablaze. "Denied! Request something else." He growled.

"We want nothing else. My son requires a mate with wide hips that are appropriate for childbirth." He looked around Loki to examine your form from top to bottom while displaying a small grin. "She has more than sufficient width on her rump to survive the birthing process, and based on her ability to endure the hardships of this harsh climate, it is evident that she can handle my son's girth. She will make a pleasing wife."

In addition to the shock on your face, you appeared extremely perplexed. This group of men appeared identical to the Jotun race, but called themselves Docats. How were you to give birth to their offspring if you were unable to touch their skin without being scalded?

Loki let out a fearsome growl, his fiery irises glaring at them with ferocity. When his fists clenched tightly, you could tell his fury was reaching its peak; even Ovahh sensed that a confrontation was imminent, and he assumed a fighting stance in preparation.

You quickly advance and position yourself in front of Loki.

"Whilst I am flattered that you would consider me a viable subject for your son, I must decline. You see, I am already to be wed to your king. And to clarify, in case your thick goggles prevent you from seeing me clearly, I am not Jotun. Thus, my skin would not be able to withstand your sons touch, rendering me a rather useless wife."

You observed the gathered males expressing surprise and conversing amongst themselves. However, you were uncertain as to whether or not the conversation that ensued after your declaration was positive or negative.

"Birdy," Ovahh whispered.

"Not now Ovahh, I'm trying to diffuse a situation."

"Birdy, they are Docat's, not Jotun's."

"What does that even mean?" You whisper harshly.

"Do you remember what I told you about the Lassim beasts."

"Yes, they are moderate sized mammals who mimick the sounds of bigger predators to ward them off. A safety method."

Ovahh looked at you in surprise. "Wow, so you do listen to me?"

"Of course I do, but what does this have to do with it?"

"These may appear as though they are Jotun's, Eden, but they are not. Millennia ago, settlers called Docats took residence here. Their appearance was a lot different back then, but like the Lassim beasts, they evolved to imitate those they feared, and over time their visage took on the form of a Jotun; it became an almost exact replica. However, the eyes are the windows to the soul and disclose your true identity. They were never successful in changing them to our beautiful red and they remained a deep black, hence the specs they wear to hide the fact that they don't have crimson orbs. It is primarily the only way of knowing that they are not Jotun."

"Primarily? Is there another way of knowing." You ask.

"Yes, based on their skin. It appears blue and icy, but if you touched it, you would experience nothing but warmth. They lack the Jotun defence mechanism of a frosty touch. And only recently have the younger generations evolved to feeling only a slight chill should they touch a Jotun. We can no longer harm them with our skin."

"Fascinating," you remark as you observe them more closely, attempting to distinguish even the tiniest difference from an authentic Jotun. When you were unable to do so, you were even more intrigued. However, in intently watching them, you attracted the attention of the younger Docat who appeared to not only admire your curvy hips, but also your inquisitive gaze.

"Oh... but that would mean..." You suddenly realise that you were in fact a suitable wife for the male Docats. If their skin did not have the same defence mechanism as a genuine Jotun, then you could indeed birth their children.

"Yes, Eden, you are a viable subject after all.." Loki grumbled, jealousy in his tone. "And the fact that you just mentioned you were my intended only increases your value. Now they will likely reject any other offer."

"Oh..." you mumbled again. "Sorry."

Loki was too preoccupied with glaring at the one Docat who was obviously not shy about staring at you.

The group ceased conversing and addressed Loki.

"We are aware that you already have a queen and that you are married; it would be considered gluttonous behaviour to pursue another marriage. Therefore, you should let us have her, she would be well cared for."

Loki gave you an I told you so look, before his whole body erupted in rage. He strutted forward and came face to face with the male Docat in charge.

"What is your name?" Loki demanded to know.

"I am Bear." He answered coolly.

"Well, Bear, you are wrong. My marriage was a signed contract and nothing more. It never produced a queen and is currently in the process of dissolution. This new marriage will result in not only a queen for me, but also a queen for Jotunheim. So please refrain from ogling the future queen, as she belongs to me, and no-one but I will have her." Loki breathed fast as he came to the end of his declaration but made sure to add one final detail. "However, feel free to have my previous mistake, Magritte. She resides in Asgard, do with her as you will."

"Loki!" You yell. "You can't give Magritte to them."

He turned around to look at you. "And why not?"

"Because that's cruel."

"She is nothing but cruel, darling. She deserves a fate within the badlands."

"Yes, but the unfortunate man who marries her does not deserve to be forced to endure her terrible company."

You snicker when you see Loki's grin, and after a discreet laugh, he turned back to Bear.

"That small stubborn woman is my queen, and not an option to be considered." He affirmed once more.

You were not even angry about being called stubborn; getting referred to as his queen overshadowed that, and besides, you've come to comprehend that it may even be accurate. You do exhibit some stubbornness.

A faint whimper was heard, and Loki noticed that one of the Docats was injured.

"What happened?" He asked.

"A Wesson." Bear said it angrily. His tone now showing some emotion. "Recently, they have been discovered in the Docat region, having left their usual hunting grounds in quest of food. Due to the sickness, their regular prey migrated to other regions."

"Allow me to heal him, I can help." Loki stepped forward, but they quickly made a stance around their injured ally.

"He has not gained immunity to Jotun touch, he is an elderly, they generally do not evolve this late in life. Your contact will only hurt him more."

"I have aesir magic, I do not need to touch his skin."

Loki held out his hand as it glowed green, and they all marvelled at it in surprise.

They stepped back and allowed Loki to apply his gift of healing to the deep claw marks on the forearm of an older Docat.

You grabbed at the opportunity to speak up now the tension between Jotun and Docat had partially eased. "What diseases have you seen? Are you referring to the land sickness?"

"Yes." Bear answered. "The animals first noticed it, even before the crops blackened. Now, we depend on hunts to feed us, but the animals are dying, and fleeing to other regions, it has caused chaos with the rightful order. Those that did not hunt us; Wesson, now target us directly. Food for all life in the badlands is scarce. The soil is infected. Nothing grows."

As he describes the disease he has witnessed, you could sense bear's increasing anxiety.

"Nothing grows, Loki, and if nothing now grows, that means it started in this region, not in the northlands, where crop production is only now being impacted. It begins with fading crops and eventually poisons the soil to the point where nothing can propagate. It turns it desolate. This territory is the origin. What ails Jotunheim began precisely here!"

Your heart raced as you exclaimed, and your profound concern was audible in your voice.

"You know of this poison?" Bear asked urgently while moving closer to you.

Loki acted swiftly and placed himself directly in his path, stopping him from getting too near to you. Bear immediately felt the intensity of the unyielding determination that his ruler exuded as he shielded your body.

"I do not believe you comprehend the depth of my affection for my queen. I'd burn entire realms to the ground to protect her, allowing my skin to blister so that I may continue to fan her from the flames. She is my light. Do not come between the darks only source of sunshine, for all the wicked thoughts kept buried within the shadows will emerge and be directed at you. Then, you will truly see the distinction between a Jotun and a Docat, for our savagery goes unmatched."

Bear's apprehension grew with every syllable Loki spoke, and as a sign of respect and understanding, he slowly raised his hands and removed his darkened glasses to reveal his eyes.

As Loki locked gaze with the leader of the Docats, he saw his own fierce visage in the reflection of Bear's glassy black eyes.

"I admire your devotion." Bear calmly spoke. "I did not know Jotun's could feel such strong sentiments. Could it be they too, are evolving?"

Ovahh approached nervously, hoping to defuse the evident tension between the two leaders, but Loki raised his hand to halt his movements and continued his confrontation, unyielding in his powerful act of dominance.

Bear retreated two steps back. He did not wish to stoke the flames that raged behind Loki's eyes. He believed his words to be sincere, that the worlds would surely disintegrate at his king's hands if anything were to happen to you, and now he knew you were in no way a viable option for his son. You were indeed his kings, queen.

"Perhaps, over the years, we have become similar in more ways than just appearance." Loki claimed. "I know you feel strongly for your females too."

"If that is so, then a potential for a new alliance exists." Bear replied.

You emerge from Loki's shadow once again, eager to add to their exchange. "Both my king and I favour peace." You speak with confidence. "Should a new treaty of equilibrium be negotiated, Embrodi would welcome you too. Our lands, though separated, would become one; with no restrictions on travel between the two realms."

You noticed through the corner of your eye, the other Docats assembling and conversing with one another.

Bear's ears perked up as he listened attentively to his kind's small whispers. As the talk subsided, he extended his arm in the hopes of reconciliation; he wished for peace with the new king. 

Loki stared at his hand for a brief moment before confidently taking hold of it and sealing a peace. But as soon as they linked arms, bear spoke aloud.

"I have another request"

Loki tightened his grip on bear's arm. "Be careful what you say next." He cautioned. Bear understood his meaning. Do not mention you in his request.

"You have the ability to heal, I require more. Our children, they are sick." Bear said.

Loki loosened his hold, and both men amicably let go.

"It is your children who are ill?" You say with sorrow and surprise.

You now understand that it was the children of the Docats who were falling ill, and not the Jotun. Both Loki and you were unaware, and it was now obvious why vital information on the disease effecting both plants and children were vague and unclear. Docats and Jotuns never mix, the details were unobtainable because they refuse to talk to each other.

"You've been living with this problem for some time, yet you've withheld crucial information? This rapid spread of disease should have been reported to your king immediately, don't you think?"

Bear arched a brow. "The issue was politics and—"

"Political affairs has a time and place." You cut in. "A known problem effecting the lands that impact all inhabitants regardless of race or creed should be reported straight away, no details go amiss!" You exclaim your frustration. "When will males learn to abandon their childish notions of pride?" You huff, crossly.

"I..I.." Bear stuttered, and regarded Loki with pleading eyes in the hope that he would intervene.

Loki merely smirked, he was enjoying the show.

"And you!" You point to Loki. "I should think you would divulge that you have a secondary race in Jotunheim that has been forced to live in the badlands. Why haven't this peace treaty come about sooner? Segregation is never the way forward, we integrate, Loki. Combined, we are always stronger. Together, we progress. I see I have a lot of work to do here as queen."

Loki's expression grew sombre; he did not appreciate being the target of your displeasure. Now it was Bear who smirked, relieved that he wasn't the only one receiving chastisement. 

"Remain calm, Birdy. You are the voice of reason, which is precisely why Jotunheim will benefit from your reign as queen." Ovahh was able to soothe your rage.

Loki and Bear watched in wonder as Ovahh used his gentleness to calm your agitated demeanour, and as he continued to do so, you overheard Bear whispering to Loki.

"Your queen is more frightful than you. I fear being on her bad side."

"They claim Jotunheim is savage in our ways. But, we are no match for a livid Embrodi woman." Loki replied in hushed tones.

"I can hear you, Loki."

Loki and the bear stood upright, gazing sheepishly at you.

"She is small but mighty," Ovahh chuckled, and you grinned.

"How is it, Ovahh gets away with such words, yet I am penalised?" Loki arched a brow.

Before you could answer. Ovahh spoke up.

"Because I am adorable."

After a brief moment of laughter, the seriousness resumed and you approached Bear.

"We will will help however way we can."

"But certain illnesses I cannot remedy." Loki added, referring to their sickly offspring.

"But you can try." Bear said hopeful.

Loki nodded. Yet, he knew in his heart that he would be of no use against this type of illness. 

***

Due to the hidden ice and rugged terrain, the carriage and horses were unable to pass a certain point. Instead, they remained in a secure location as you transversed on foot through the perilous badlands, accompanied by your new ally's; the Docats.

Loki remained in his Jotun form to demonstrate his superiority; he did not desire to be perceived as weak in his Asgardian form. However, he felt guilty that you occasionally struggled with your balance and that he was unable to catch you when you stumbled. 

"Darling, take this, it will help with determining which parts of the ground you should avoid." Loki handed you a large staff that he conjured up. "If you strike something hard, such as ice, simply move around it, you will slip less." He said with remorse.

"Thanks, Loki." You gave him a small smile.

"It's not much further, Birdy, the Docat's have a base that resides on a slope, the higher ground gives them an advantage over predators."

"How do you know?" You ask.

"I, uh.." Ovahh glanced at Loki before looking to the ground, not wishing to answer.

Loki saw his unease and answered for him.

"Docat territory is also called the badlands, Eden. The title badlands was given not just because of the harsh climate. Jotuns who have disobeyed the law are sent here to serve out their sentence as a form of punishment, which contributed to the region's name. Those deemed "bad" are forced to live in these lands. It is inevitable that the few Jotun's that reside here will run into the Docat's. Their colony has expanded over the years."

"I wondered why the palace had no dungeon, the badlands act as your prison." You exclaim.

"Yes. There is no worse fate than life in the isolated regions." Loki replied.

"But that still does not answer my query, how does Ovahh know where the base is?" You look at Ovahh, who still shys away.

However, his peculiar demeanour prompted a sudden realisation. Ovahh used to be a prisoner here. That is why he is an expert on the treacherous terrain.

"Don't look at me like that, birdy, please."

You were saddened by his past misfortune and it showed on your face.

"I'm sorry." You say lowly.

"I don't need your pity, Eden. My punishment was deserved."

You pondered what wrongdoing he had committed to be condemned to this desolate place. But you'd never ask. It was evident that it still tormented him; you knew it was better to wait until he wished to talk about it.

"I know you do not need my pity, Ovahh. It is clear your time here has made you into a survivalist. Be proud in the notion that should anything ever occur, you'd be the one to survive." You walked slightly ahead and gave him and Loki a little privacy to speak.

"She is right you know. You have attained Docat's ability of survival because of your sentence here. You survived but also kept your mind in tact. Few, if any, made it out of the badlands with their sanity." Loki stated. "But you're wrong. You did not deserve your punishment. Had this happened during my reign I'd never have sanctioned such a cruel sentence."

Ovahh looked at Loki incredulously. "You know what I did?"

"You were to become my guard, I know everything about your life. And I know that you took the fall for your apparent friend. But no true friend would ever allow you to have done so."

"I understand that now. But that's why I claim my punishment was warranted. My naivety cost me years of solitude. I won't make the same novice mistake twice."

"I'm sorry you were alone for so long." Loki said sincerely.

Ovahh glanced at Loki. "I am accustomed to being alone. However, one never gets used to it."

Loki placed his arm around Ovahh's shoulder, disregarding his position as a superior king, as at that moment, the role of a friend seemed more honourable. Ovahh smiled, returning the gesture.

You staggered again and were about to fall on your face when blue hands reached out and caught you.

"You do well small one. I am impressed with your stamina." Bear chuckled.

"Let her go!" Loki snapped.

"Easy, my king. You have already said you lay claim to this woman, I will not seek her anymore. So please, be reassured that we will not bite the hand that is offering to help us."

"It is not your bite that concerns me. It is your affection towards the hand." Loki curtly added.

Your face grew red with embarrassment.

"He saved me from a hefty fall, Loki. Let us be at peace"

Loki remained tense, but it was primarily as a result of observing Bear's blue hands touch your exposed skin. He envied the fact that he could safely touch you.

"Are you named Bear because you look like a bear with this thick fur coat?" You ask while gently stroking it with your palm. "It's very soft; what animal is this?"

He furrowed his brow. And seeing his look of confusion prompted you to explain.

"I mean, what kind of animal did you skin to make such a luxurious garment? I believe my father would enjoy one, and it may encourage him to visit Jotunheim should he have something so warm." You chuckle as you continue to rub your hands over his front and thread the fine strands through your fingers as you contemplate what type of animal it may be.

"Uh, birdy..." Ovahh sounded uncomfortable.

You glanced at him. "Isn't it a fine coat, Ovahh."

"It's charming, but, Birdy.."

"Eden!" Loki growled, causing you to stop your hand movements and look at him. You wondered why he appeared so angry.

"What is it, Loki?" You sounded concerned.

"Can you please refrain from weaving your fingertips through his chest hair?"

"But it's so sof— what?!" You suddenly understood what Loki just said.

You stop moving and gaze at your hands concealed beneath what you initially believed to be a fur coat.

"You mean... you mean I've been playing with his chest hair all this time?" You gulp nervously.

"Your nimble fingers feel very good, you may continue if you wish." Bear brazenly said.

You knew immediately that his choice of words would pose a problem. You were correct. Loki, having no choice but to assume his Asgardian form, wrenched you from his grasp and, despite being much smaller, glared at him with the same level of ferocity.

"Loki, I'm sorry. I didn't know." You attempt to draw him away from a confrontation with the Docat leader.

"Father! There is a smoke signal ahead. We have to go now!"

The tone of bear's son was alarming, and when you looked up into the sky, you could clearly see a grey puff of smoke rising high in the air. You surmised that it was their way of communicating when things were not right at the main base.

"Keep up!" Bear shouted, before sprinting away with his men.

Loki abruptly lifted you over his shoulder and began to run, following the group of Docats through the rough terrain. You shrieked at his sudden move and began insisting that you could run. But instead of arguing his reasons why you should be carried, he simply spanked your bottom each time you continued to complain. Which was a lot. Because, admittedly, you enjoyed the sensation.