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tigriswolfWill Schuester has never quite known what to make of Kurt Hummel. Kurt was such an enigma – he appeared so fragile, but every time Will ever tried to help, Kurt looked at him with ice in his gaze. That was why Will started looking past the bullying.
“He has two now,” Mac tells him. “His little brothers, Evan and Gunther. Except, Evan is also Van and his son, and Gunther is Gunnar, and Van’s brother, but not Ashton’s son.” Mac sips his scotch, studying the patrons of the bar, while Joe tries to untangle that. He serves a few regulars and when he turns back to Mac, Mac continues, “Evan is a gifted warrior. He’s been exceedingly well trained. And Gunther – I saw the beginning of some kind of style, I think, but he prefers overwhelming by sheer strength, which he has in abundance.”
He never talked to Selvig about it. Or any of the others, those few who weren’t bought with promises of sitting beside Loki in the new world or the money Loki magicked out of thin air. He read the files, though. Read the files and wondered if they’d been lying to the shrinks, too.
Years pass. Harry Potter does not show up for First Year, Second, or Third. Dumbledore spun it the best way he could, but the people’s faith in him is wavering. Every year without their beloved Boy Who Lived unweaves another thread of his power over the populace.
“If I want to stay at Hogwarts. I probably won’t, but you never know.” He shrugged, rubbing at Gwaihir’s ear. His shifting accents were disconcerting. “It’ll give Da and Dad time to clean up some unfinished business if I’m hidden away for awhile, but it’ll be my choice at the end. Dad’s already taught me a lot, anyway.”
After the funeral, Loki goes to ground. He takes the form of a small child, the better to be underestimated, and lets himself be found by a librarian in upstate New York. She follows all procedures and Loki is inducted into the foster system. He does not speak to any of the humans who interact with him; they give him a new name, Vincent Gage, based on criteria he does not care about, and bandy about terms that have no meaning.
“He has two now,” Mac tells him. “His little brothers, Evan and Gunther. Except, Evan is also Van and his son, and Gunther is Gunnar, and Van’s brother, but not Ashton’s son.” Mac sips his scotch, studying the patrons of the bar, while Joe tries to untangle that. He serves a few regulars and when he turns back to Mac, Mac continues, “Evan is a gifted warrior. He’s been exceedingly well trained. And Gunther – I saw the beginning of some kind of style, I think, but he prefers overwhelming by sheer strength, which he has in abundance.”
He never talked to Selvig about it. Or any of the others, those few who weren’t bought with promises of sitting beside Loki in the new world or the money Loki magicked out of thin air. He read the files, though. Read the files and wondered if they’d been lying to the shrinks, too.
Years pass. Harry Potter does not show up for First Year, Second, or Third. Dumbledore spun it the best way he could, but the people’s faith in him is wavering. Every year without their beloved Boy Who Lived unweaves another thread of his power over the populace.
“If I want to stay at Hogwarts. I probably won’t, but you never know.” He shrugged, rubbing at Gwaihir’s ear. His shifting accents were disconcerting. “It’ll give Da and Dad time to clean up some unfinished business if I’m hidden away for awhile, but it’ll be my choice at the end. Dad’s already taught me a lot, anyway.”
After the funeral, Loki goes to ground. He takes the form of a small child, the better to be underestimated, and lets himself be found by a librarian in upstate New York. She follows all procedures and Loki is inducted into the foster system. He does not speak to any of the humans who interact with him; they give him a new name, Vincent Gage, based on criteria he does not care about, and bandy about terms that have no meaning.
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Date: 2012-05-20 04:19 am (UTC)*hee*
I have no idea what to do with that one, actually.