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Frost Blue Eyes	By : Yaoiandcoffeeaddict Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
The first thing Loki was aware of was the sound of invisible water in his ears and the heaviness of his head. The second thing he became aware of was the position he was lying in. He was on some sort of steps and his shoulders were angled downwards, almost mocking the gravity that was slowly pulling him down as his eyes were focused on a grey stormy sky. The air was also slightly thin here and Loki wondered if he was on top of a mountain. Carefully, he began to sit up, howling in pain when his stomach was moved. He looked down and saw a small bead of blood escape some very sloppy stitches.
Loki’s mind and body screaming in horror as he recalled exactly how those stitches had gotten there. He didn’t know how his kidnappers found out what he was, but the next thing he’d known Loki found himself in a frozen cave, cold iron wrapping around his legs and arms as two sharp-boned and hollowed eyed figures in black held him down, opened his life-filled stomach, and pulled a small thing that was mewling like a kitten from his warmth and handed it to the scantily dressed village whore. He remembered struggling with everything he had in him to break his iron prison as the man in black just kept chanting and painting the rune of cosmic law on his flesh. His baby… what had those people done with his baby? He had to get to his baby.
Loki pulled on his magic to heal the split muscle and flesh quickly as he pulled himself into a sitting position against some sort of golden slab with an engraving that pushed into his now sensitive flesh. Curious, Loki turned his head and was able to make out some writing. When he had healed enough, Loki pulled back from his support expecting to see a multitude of binding runes. He didn’t expect to encounter a name that he had screamed for in the past months and some very disturbing dates: Charles Foster Ofdensen 1966- 2009.
Why was he laying on the tomb of his husband? Was this in his imagination, a warning from Odin, or some evil trick? No, Loki was a creature of tricks. This was no trick; no false magic lingered around the area just sadness. He ran a shaking hand over the letters and barely restrained himself from crying. 2009. When he’d been captured it had been December 1988. Assuming 2009 was the date, his baby, if it was alive, would be about twenty years old now. He didn’t even know if it was a girl or boy. Regardless, he had to find them.
His fingers lazily trace the date on the gold slab. “I… I’m sorry, Charles, but I’ll have to wait until later to mourn you. Right now, I have to find our child. I have to make sure they’re safe.”
A roar of thunder cracked over his head and Loki looked up into the angry sky. There was a shift in the air, a heaviness that was more than the humidity. The bifrost was opening; his brother was coming, late as always to save Loki from danger.
Of course, the wielder of Mjolnir would make the loudest and boldest entrance and land hard enough to make a dent on the strange metal surface. There was a loud thud on metal before there was an exclamation. “Brother!” shouted the blonde in joy before running up the steps in joy. “I finally found you!”
“Thor, don’t…” It was too late; Thor had taken the stairs two at a time and captured the smaller man in a fierce hug that made Loki cry out in pain.
“Oh, I’m sorry brother. Did I hurt you?” Thor asked as he instantly released the tense figure and began searching him for the source of his pain with all too familiar hands.
“Thor!” Loki growled, slapping the hands away from his body before they could move to check lower than the rags he wore on his legs.
“But, you’re injured…” Thor whined like a puppy denied affection, his golden brown eyes on his brother’s stitched and healing belly. Loki sighed when he saw the gears suddenly moving in his brother’s head. “How? Who would dare harm my brother?”
“That is a story for another time, Thor,” Loki replied, gently using the side of his husband’s tomb to help him stand. “Why are you here?” Loki bit out as he leaned against the plaque for support.
“Father and I have been looking for you for almost two earth decades now. He was worried about you; he said you were in pain. We tried to trace your magic but the way was blocked and even Heimdal could not see you.” One large hand came up to clasp Loki on the shoulder. “I thought you were dead until I heard your magic calling for me.” Golden eyes suddenly moved off his brother and came to rest on the shadowy structure behind them. “What kind of building have these Midgardians fashioned?”
Loki almost shook his head at his brother’s pitiful attention-span; he turned and saw the structure that had captured Thor’s attention. How could Loki have missed that? It was an impressive fortress built of dark stone and red artificial light with a design to resemble something similar to the ships Loki and Thor once sailed on as children when they were on their tour of the realms. A fortress designed to move and intimidate, metal ground, his husband’s elaborate tomb… what had happened in those twenty years?
Before he could stop him, his brother was walking to the stone keep with all the arrogance of a king expecting the gates to open and follow his command. “Thor!” he called, rolling his eyes when he saw there was to be no stopping the blond from his curiosity. With weak, shaky legs, he tried to catch up with his brother’s long strides only to see him disappear into the fortress and the sounds of moans and yelps.
As Loki neared the gate, he saw the men in strange his brother had put down lying in pain. Loki was too weak still to cast a memory spell but a few sleeping spell could work just as well. However, it appeared that the fortress was equipped with a small army; after the hundredth victim to his brother’s brawn, he lost count and had depleted his magical resources.
“Brother, come look at this sorcery!” Thor called out from nearby. Loki followed the direction of his bumbling brother’s voice and found the room that so fascinated his brother. Neon arcade lights, two large and somehow flat televisions, a buffet table next to a large Jacuzzi. “I must meet the king of such a marvelous castle!”

“I do not think he will be kind to a man who knocked his army out,” Loki reminded delicately before he was suddenly pulled to a nearby couch with empty cans of cheap beer littered around its base and some sort of dusting of white powder. He immediately reached out to it felt the strong pulse of a powerful protection charm and gasped. The magic was so similar to Loki’s own. Could it have been his child seeking to protect whoever was trying to compete with an Asgardian warrior’s prowess in drinking games?
There was a similar spell on a nearby hairbrush that held long pale blond strands and a pair of glasses lying forgotten on a shelf with a picture that Loki immediately snatched up. A smirking image of Charles stared back at him, his hair slightly thinner and slicked back, his glasses slightly thicker with the same look as the ones on the shelf, and the wrinkles in his forehead making his ex look slightly more distinguished. He was surrounded by five other men of various heights and mass. However, it was the boy whose shoulder Charles clasped that drew Loki’s attention. He had Charles’ chin and mouth with Loki’s cheekbones, eye shape and nose. The coloring was strange but it was not unheard of for a child to inherit a fairer complexion than their parents.
A son; Loki had a son.
“Hey, brother, I don’t think the king is home.”
Loki traced the outline of the child’s face with a finger and followed a curve down until a flash of amber light stood out. Loki squinted and was able to make out the same rune that had been on his stomach on the surface of the child’s stone necklace.
“Brother, what are you looking at?” Thor called as he suddenly appeared over Loki’s shoulder.
Loki quickly calculated his response, weighing what option would ensure his child’s safety the best. He didn’t want what happened to him to happen to his child. Yet, Odin had made it clear that he did not like the fact that Loki preferred men in his bed and that Loki was often ‘the sword’s casing’ as he put it. How would he react to obvious proof that Loki had placed himself under a Midgardian? But surely Odin would not harm his grandchild? Loki turned the saddest, most desperate face he had on his blond brother. If Loki played his cards right, not only would Thor ensure his child’s safety but Loki would not even have to get his hands dirty for revenge. “You love me, don’t you, brother?”
“Yes, Loki,” Thor confirmed, a big smile on his face as he trapped the younger, smaller man in his arms.
“I need your help, Thor.” Loki guided one of the large hands over his empty womb. “I need you to help me find my child Thor.”
Loki did not anticipate Thor laughing at the very suggestion and patting the still sensitive scar in humor. “Brother, we were bathed together as children. I would have noticed if you had any different parts.”
Loki sighed. “My female organs are internal.” At Thor’s blank stare, he amended, “They are inside my gut.”
“But brother, Asgardian males do not carry children.”
“Yes but hermaphrodites in other species do,” Loki admitted his eyes down cast as he tried to look as pitiful and weak as possible to appear as the ‘person’ in distress to his brother’s heroic nature.
“What are you…” Thor’s voice trailed off as he took a close eye at Loki. There was a space of several seconds before Thor quietly commented, “You’ve never looked like Mother or Father.”
“I’m still your brother, Thor,” Loki reminded the blond as he wrapped his arms around Thor before Thor could draw back. “And right now, I need your help.” There was a commotion in the hallway and Loki realized some of the army in the strange uniforms were coming around. He ripped the frame open and pocketed the picture before he grabbed Thor’s large hand and pulled him to the next room and a corner where the barrier between realms was threatening to rip from his child’s magic. “Come; we should begin our search immediately.”
With the slightest nudge, the barrier was opened and the two ancient beings were safe from the Midgardians that poured into the room with the latest weapon at the ready.
/ / / / / / / (o. }=>
“Well, I think that went well,” Pickles commented as the four exited the talk show’s backstage and walked a block to the waiting limo.
“Yeah, we’ll make kick-asch financial people, that’sch fur schure,” Murderface agreed as he stretched and clasped his hands behind his head in pride.
“Can yous puts your arms downs? Pitts smell like a rotten corpse what has beens sprayed bys the skunks,” Skwisgaar complained as he clasped a fine-boned hand over his nose and moved as far away from Murderface as possible.
“Yeah, Murderface, when was the last time that you took a bath?” Nathan asked as he tried to fan the stench away from him with a large paw.
“Oh, come on you guysch. We’re all men here.”
“Yeah, we ams but we dos nots smells like the poops factorys,” Skwisgaar wheezed around the smell.
A brilliant idea came over Pickles when he saw a middle aged woman in a suit walk by with a cylinder keychain holding her nose. “Hey ma’am, can we barrow your pep-purr spray?”
The woman broke it off her keychain and hurried away from them as fast as possible.
“T’anks!” Pickles called after her and then sprayed a little bit of the container under Murderface’s arms before the bassist could protest.
“Ouch, motherf(guitar rift)er! That hurts like a schon-of-a-b(guitar rift)ch.” Murderface screamed as he clawed at the now red and sensitive skin with dirty fingernails.
“First thing we do when we get home is lock you in the bathroom,” Nathan commented as he apathetically watched the bassist cut himself in an attempt to relieve the burning.
“I thinks you needs to sprays hims agains, Pickle,” Skwisgaar taunted just as a klokateer came running towards them.
“My lords, there has been a disturbance at Mordhaus.”
“Dis…dis… dis…” Nathan kept repeating as he mulled over what the word meant.
“Somethin’ ‘appened,” Pickles translated before turning back to the klokateer with a shrug. “So, w’at ‘appened?”
“Two men broke into the compound, Sire, and knocked out a recorded hundred and eight klokateers before making their way into the living area. It is unclear what their purpose was or how they managed to get onto Mordhaus property and leave without anyone stopping them.”
“How, uh, could something like that happen?” Nathan inquired.
“Yeah dude, how could someone do t’at?”
“We do not know yet, but the security team is currently reviewing the surveillance footage to find out.”
“Schurveillance footach?” Murderface whispered. “We have camerasch? They’re not in my bedroom right? I don’t like the idea of schome schick guy watchin’ me asch I jack off!”
“I’s sure the guy doesn’ts wants to sees it eithers.” Skwisgaar added.
“F(guitar rift) you, Schkwisgaar. You’re juscht jealousch of my hot naked body.”
“Ew.”
“My lords, there’s more.” The klokateer said, shifting nervously from foot to foot, a move that quickly captured Pickles’ attention. “Master Toki has gone missing.”
“W’at?” Pickles asked, quietly hoping he had heard the Klokateer wrong.
“WHAT!” Nathan thundered when the situation finally registered in his head. He seized the innocent messenger by the collar of his uniform with one hand and shook him, “You are paid to protect him!”
“It is unclear at this time if the two men had anything to do with his disappearance but our efforts to locate Master Toki have proven unsuccessful. His deth-phone was left behind in his room but a lot of his personal items are missing. We believe he ran away rather than was kidnapped.”
“Ran away?” Pickles repeated. “Why would ‘e do t’at?”
“Because his Papa ams deads and his Daddys ignores hims. I tolds yous we should haves takens ‘ims withs us todays,” Skwisgaar commented angrily and turned on Nathan. “You knews he was sads. If he ams in ditch it ams your faults.”
“Cume ahn,” Pickles ordered, his accent thicker in his fear as he attempted to divert the fight before it even began. He pulled Nathan by the hand towards the limo. “We have ta get home and find out w’ats goin’ on.”
“I calls the pets stores, the malls, and the dry cleaners to sees if Tokis ams theres.” Skwisgaar said as he whipped out the deth-phone from the chain on his hip and climbed into the limo.
“There’sch no schircusch in town, right?”
“No, Tokis woulda drags us tos it.”
“Anyone ‘ave Dr. Rockso’s phone number?”
“I do,” Nathan said as he whipped out his own phone and climbed in the car. All that resulted in was a very wasted answer of ‘Hello Mr. Explosion; can Toki come out to play? I do cocaine!’Nathan’s veins bulged with suppressed anger at the sound of Leonard’s voice. At least they knew Toki wasn’t with him. Nathan hung up without answering the clown’s question. “When we find him, I’m locking him in his room for a week.”
“Harsch.”
“Hello, ams this Northeast Malls? Do you haves tall Norwegian boys in stores? Hello? They hangs ups on me!”
/ / / / / / / (o. }=>
Toki sighed as he walked along the road, his long hair was trapped in a baseball cap with a kitten on the front to hide his identity and his knapsack clutched like a life line in his arms. Walking to Uncle Magnus’s home had seemed like a pretty good idea at the time, but two hours in and only eight miles out of a hundred and twenty down, Toki wanted to just collapse. He gave into the feeling a few steps later just as a light blue car pulled over to the side of the road and a man with bright blond hair, tight jeans, and a large light blue tunic opened up the passenger side of the car. He could just barely make out the driver’s silhouette. “Hey, are you all right Honey?”
Toki looked around, trying to spot who the man in the car was talking to and realized he was talking to him. “Oh, I okays. I’s goings to my Uncle’s house.”
“Do you need a lift?”
Toki almost said no, but his feet would be bleeding by the time he got to Uncle Magnus’s place otherwise, “Okays.” He climbed into the back of the car. Once inside, he saw the driver was a good looking late-thirties black man with light hazel eyes and hair twisted in dreads that were even longer than Pickles down his back. He was dressed in jeans and a simple white tank that contrasted with his dark charcoal skin and set off his full dark rose lips.
“Hullo, I’s Toki.”
“Hello, Toki. I’m John and this is Brad,” the driver acknowledged. “So where does your Uncle live?” John asked as he began to pull back onto the road.
“Chicago.”
The blond, Brad, turned back in the passenger seat, brown eyes wide in surprise as he leveled Toki with a look. “You were going to walk there? Do you realize how far away that is from here?”
“About one hundred and twelves mile,” Toki confirmed.
“Sorry, Buddy, but we’re not goin’ that far,” the driver commented.
“That ams fine, I go as far as possible and rest feets. I walks from village to Oslo when I fourteen. Ams abouts same.”
“Oslo? That sounds familiar. Is it in the US?” Brad asked, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Nos. I from Norways.”
“So what are you doing here in the States?” the driver asked. “Toki, no one illegally smuggled you here as… somethin’ right?”
Toki shook his head. “Nos, I’s found by Papa and Dad on streets of Oslo. They adopts mes, buts Papa ams dead and Dad don’t wants mes anymore. I useless nows.”
Toki watched Brad shoot John a look and John responded by grabbing Brad’s hand as he used his left to steer the car.
“Toki, how old are you? Besides that weird mustache, you look really young.”
“Twentys, we thinks. I donts really has births certificates in Norways before Uncle Magnus sees mes and takes mes to Papa. Oh looks, it ams a cow! I never sees American cows.”
“Did your Dad kick you out of the house?” John pressed, steering the conversation back to the runaway’s past.
“Nos, but he don’t wants mes there anymores. He donts talks to mes, he just sits and watches televisions when I talks to hims. Then he tells mes thats I donts needs to worry and that I shouldn’t dos anythings.”
The two in the front clenched their hands tighter. “Toki, it just sounds like your Dad is grieving. Does he know you’re going to your Uncle’s?”
“I leaves notes in my rooms.”
The two men shot each other another look before John pulled a sharp U-turn. “Toki, we’re taking you home.”
“Whats? Whys?”
“Because it sounds like you and your Dad need to talk. If we ever adopted a kid and he ran, I’d want someone to do the same.”
“But he don’ts wants me no mores!”
“He does Toki. If he didn’t, he could have legally just kicked you out on the streets; you’re old enough to fend for yourself. Now where do you live?”
Toki was silent for several seconds before he said quietly, “Mordhaus.”
“Mordhaus, isn’t that… wait you’re Toki Ofdensen!” Brad said with a large grin before playfully punching the driver. “I told ya Nathan and Charles were together.”
“Yes, dear,” John simply replied with a smile.
To Be Continued….
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