the cuckoo's child, by invitation

[purposeful_glory]

It is obvious from the time Loki learns to walk that she is not going to be very good at it. Normal toddlers fall, and often; she does it more, and longer. She has been practicing at walking for years before she can cross a floor smoothly nine times of ten, even if she does not sprawl completely every time she missteps.

She winces when she trips, not so much out of embarrassment or because she's hurt herself, but because the reactions are never good.

Falling is not a princessly thing to do.

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[alicornucopia]

"Then where did the magic that already is come from?"

[pythbox]

"I don't know, child," he says. "It is far older than I."

[alicornucopia]

"If I learned it perhaps I could find how it is made and how to make myself stop falling."

[pythbox]

"The magic I work is men's magic, and not suitable for a young warrior," says Frigg, kissing the top of Loki's head. "And you are young and do not know it, and I am old and know it very well."

[alicornucopia]

"I can't be a good warrior if I keep falling," points out Loki.

[pythbox]

Frigg sighs.

"I know," he says. "But neither can you be a good warrior if you weave spells like a man."

[alicornucopia]

"Why not? I could defeat my enemies with them!"

[pythbox]

"...My daughter," says Frigg, "warriors do not use magic in battle. It is unwomanly."

[alicornucopia]

"Why?"

[pythbox]

"Because it is dishonourable," he says firmly.

[alicornucopia]

"How is it dishonorable, though?"

[pythbox]

"Battle is a contest between women that measures skill at arms, not a contest between men that measures skill at sorcery."

[alicornucopia]

"Okay, so I guess I won't defeat my enemies with sorcery," says Loki, "but I won't be able to defeat any enemies at all if I keep falling. I want to try to fix it."

[pythbox]

"I will think on it further," Frigg promises.

[alicornucopia]

"All right," sighs Loki, who supposes this is the best she will get today.

[pythbox]

Frigg ruffles her hair and goes back to his weaving.

[alicornucopia]

Loki picks up her scepter and tap-tap-taps away.

When no instruction on magic from Father is forthcoming, she starts - unobtrusively - reading about magic in the library. It is not very instructional, but it is something. She takes notes. These are partly in plaintext - she would be in some trouble, if she were discovered, but that's more likely to happen at the reading stage than at the note-reviewing stage. Partly they are in her cipher, which she uses because not only is she uncertain of Thor keeping her distance from the private notes, but also she is quite certain that Heimdall sees everything. (Her processing notes are not even in the diary-and-planning cipher; these she has learned to do in code that not even she can read an hour later.)

When she has gotten through as much as she reasonably can without outside help, at her current reading level - years later - she seeks her father again.

[pythbox]

"What is it, Loki?"

[alicornucopia]

"I was wondering if you had got anywhere about helping me not fall? I want to see the spell-parts."

[pythbox]

"It is a tricky problem," says Frigg. "If the knowledge exists, I do not think it exists in this realm."

[alicornucopia]

"How did you learn magic, Father?"

[pythbox]

"From my father, in Vanaheim," he says. "A very long time ago."

[alicornucopia]

"Are girls ever allowed to learn it there?"

[pythbox]

"There are girls who learn magic," says Frigg, "but you will not be one of them, because your mother wants you to be better than that."

[alicornucopia]

"Mother does magic sometimes, though," Loki says slowly.