Warnings: Nothing that wasn't in the movie.

I don't own Loki. If I did, I would spoil him.

Loki was in the library when it happened, a book the size of his torso open in his lap. He felt it, the odd click in the brain like two gears finally correcting themselves after years of faulty running.

And he could feel her smug reaction to whatever she had Settled as. But he still took the time to finish the sentence he was on, before closing the book and turning to look at her. And for a second, even he was stunned.

"You like it? I know I do." She was a tan cat, barely over a foot tall at the shoulders with powerful hindquarters and tufted ears that twitched incessantly. Loki grinned, a dangerous expression that spelled trouble for most people.

"I love it. I always thought it would be a fox though." Elionai just shrugged her slim and powerful shoulders. She'd always taken the form of a fox before, a fox with a playful grin and a unsettling call.

"You know what it means Loki. We've always been more dangerous than a mere fox." This would change both everything and nothing. No one would look at him the same again, now that they had no way to disguise what they were. But nothing would change between him and Lio. She'd still laugh just to make people nervous, scold him whenever he was thinking to hard, plan pranks with him and help him with research.

"Just the outside finally reflecting the inside. You'll have to practice illusion magic, otherwise your disguises won't work."

Loki nodded, reaching out to scratch her behind the ear. She purred and nipped at his fingers. His mother would be so proud, the strongest magic users had always had cats or birds. And maybe Odin would for once like what he saw.

He knew how Thor would react, of course. His sweet, reckless, stupid big brother who saw wrong in nothing and no one he cared about. Thor would no doubt compare him to the stable cats, with their unpredictable, affection and destruction. And maybe he was right, but Thor wouldn't see the claws that could evicerate someone or the teeth that could tear a person's throat out. For all that Thor thought size mattered, he never applied that to Loki.

Elionai snickered, her response out of ordinance with his mood. Dark and bitter. But she just sounded mocking. Whether it was directed at him or the world in general, he couldn't really tell. But Elionai had always scorned any thought that people's opinions mattered, so it was probably both.

But even with her disregard of other people's opinions, she would mourn in the future. Because no amount of hatred for his so called family could change the fact that it hurt when Thor's Daemon looked at them as if they were strangers. When their mother and her swan completely ignored them.

Thor had been a reckless, destructive idiot on the verge of inheriting the crown. And both his parents had lied to him and brought him up telling him that the frost giants were monsters and never bothering to mention that he was one of them. But that didn't change the memories.

Elionai would spent her time in the prison cell hissing at anyone who dared come near, and silently mourning the life they'd had. Oblivious to what they were and what they would become. Maybe the future would bring change again. And this time, they had no where to go but up.

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