Loki walked toward the pair, ignoring the knot of anxiety in his gut. Unlike Ororo he bravely approached the large stallion. “Sleipnir…my son.” He whispered and the stallion turned crimson eyes to meet his.
“Father.” Sleipnir said with the same quiet calm, though now at sight of his father his giddiness abruptly died. He walked toward the trickster and lowered his head as his body went still with both relief and sadness. He’d taken one of his father’s allies and sent him to the same imprisonment that he’d lived for centuries.
Loki’s hand lifted to rest on his son’s brow, his expression tightening as an old pain lanced through him again. Sleipnir sighed, closing his eyes as he let his forehead rest in his father’s palm, lowering his head so that his nose nuzzled the dark-haired man’s chest. “I have missed you, minn mogr*” Loki whispered as he stroked the stallion’s brow with trembling fingers. “It’s finally over. You needn’t fight anymore.”
“Nay, Father. Battle still awaits me whilst your ally is imprisoned.” Sleipnir stated, lifting his head. “We must return to Asgard.”
Loki jerked slightly in surprise, mystified that he didn’t need to ask Sleipnir’s assistance in rescuing the Creeds. He shook his head, a tight frown creasing his already dark expression. “There’s more. Heimdall has betrayed us. It was not only Victor Creed that was taken captive. He also kidnapped Victor’s daughter Clarice.”
At the word “Clarice” Kurt appeared in his traditional BAMF fashion, causing the mammoth sized stallion to startle, rearing back from Loki. Sleipnir let out an equine cry of distress as his hooves lifted ominously. Luckily his father was in the way and prevented him from trampling the stranger.