Torchwood -- Favored Son
Title: Favored Son
Date Written: 3/28/08
Rating: PG
Word Count: 692
Fandom: Torchwood/Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok
Disclaimer: Property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Ianto's parents, Loki, Yamino
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mentioned childbirth.
Author's Notes: Written very late last night and massively unbetaed, all screw-ups mine.
Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok is an awesome anime and everyone should watch it. All you basically need to know for purpose of this story is that the Norse God Loki got up to some trouble (as per usual) and Odin turned him into a child and cast him into the Human Realm. I hope you all enjoy! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book signing to get to.
On August 19, 1983, Ianto Jones made a very eventful entrance into the world.
He'd waited until after noon, of course, somehow knowing when his father was about to close up for a quick lunch. Beatrice had called her husband at work at 12:59 and informed him that he needed to get his Welsh arse over to the house because Rhia was getting her baby sibling today. Stephen Jones locked up, popped his head into the bakery next door to let the McKinnleys know what was happening so they could inform his customers, and drove like a madman to his house.
Traffic to get to the hospital, however, turned out to be the real nightmare. A lorry truck overturned in the middle of Newport, stopping traffic and clogging roads for miles. Stephen was already on edge with an in-labor woman next to him; when she let out a shout of pain at a particularly hard contraction, he jumped.
His foot slipped off the brake. The auto idled forward slowly, barely tapping the car in front of him. The tap didn't even make the airbags pop, but it still threw the Joneses forward. Beatrice moaned and clutched at her stomach. Stephen cursed the fact that they were in the middle of a block and couldn't try a side street.
The passenger door of the car he'd tapped opened and a small boy climbed out. He looked to be maybe ten, with a bob of ginger-colored hair and bright green eyes, but he just... seemed much older. There was an air of experience, of nobility around him.
Oh bloody hell, I've hit a royal.
He approached Beatrice's door and opened it. "Is everyone all right?" he asked, pausing when he saw poor Beatrice. "...Obviously not."
"I think this is it," Beatrice moaned, looking at Stephen. "He wants out, and now!"
"What?!"
The boy didn't even break a sweat. "Yamino!"
A young man got out from the driver's side. Something about the man -- Yamino -- somehow put Stephen at ease. The youth had a friendly face, eyes framed by a pair of wire glasses and long, black-brown-green hair. "Yes, Master?"
"I need your help," the boy said. "You and I will stay here with this woman while..." He looked at Stephen, prompting him to give a name.
"Jones."
"... While Mr. Jones finds a police officer or some other help." He gave Beatrice an apologetic smile. "Just a tourist, I'm afraid. Meeting a man in Cardiff tomorrow."
Stephen hesitated for a moment, a little wary at the idea of leaving his wife and unborn child with complete strangers.
"I've seen it done before," the boy told him. "And women just know how to give birth."
"I-I'll be two ticks," the young tailor promised before taking off down the street.
By the time he managed to find a copper and get back to the car, the deed had been done. Poor Beatrice was all but passed out from the pain and stress her body had incurred, Yamino was directing the slow movement of traffic around the two parked vehicles, and the young master was sitting in the backseat, holding the baby. The boy had sacrificed the long jacket he had been wearing to the birth, the garment wrapped tight around the newborn. As he neared, he thought he heard the boy speaking quietly to his son.
"Quite an entrance, I like your style. You, little one, shall be one of my chosen. You will be surrounded by chaos, and yet always come out of it, unscathed. Relatively."
He did kiss the baby's forehead before looking up, hearing Stephen approach. "Everyone seems fine. Congratulations on the birth of your son."
The infant boy shifted as Stephen carefully took his son from the boy, the cloak he was wrapped in wet from fluids the Welshman didn't want to think on too hard.
"Thank you. Thank you so very, very much for helping my family." He let out a little nervous laugh, looking down at his son. "I mean, I don't even know your name!"
The boy and Yamino exchanged knowing looks. "My name, Mr. Jones, is Loki."
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For those unclear of Norse Mythology...
* Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and sometimes chaos. He's a bad man, but he keeps things interesting.
* Yamino is also Jormungandr, or the World Serpent. He is also Loki's youngest son.
Date Written: 3/28/08
Rating: PG
Word Count: 692
Fandom: Torchwood/Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok
Disclaimer: Property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: Ianto's parents, Loki, Yamino
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mentioned childbirth.
Author's Notes: Written very late last night and massively unbetaed, all screw-ups mine.
Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok is an awesome anime and everyone should watch it. All you basically need to know for purpose of this story is that the Norse God Loki got up to some trouble (as per usual) and Odin turned him into a child and cast him into the Human Realm. I hope you all enjoy! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book signing to get to.
On August 19, 1983, Ianto Jones made a very eventful entrance into the world.
He'd waited until after noon, of course, somehow knowing when his father was about to close up for a quick lunch. Beatrice had called her husband at work at 12:59 and informed him that he needed to get his Welsh arse over to the house because Rhia was getting her baby sibling today. Stephen Jones locked up, popped his head into the bakery next door to let the McKinnleys know what was happening so they could inform his customers, and drove like a madman to his house.
Traffic to get to the hospital, however, turned out to be the real nightmare. A lorry truck overturned in the middle of Newport, stopping traffic and clogging roads for miles. Stephen was already on edge with an in-labor woman next to him; when she let out a shout of pain at a particularly hard contraction, he jumped.
His foot slipped off the brake. The auto idled forward slowly, barely tapping the car in front of him. The tap didn't even make the airbags pop, but it still threw the Joneses forward. Beatrice moaned and clutched at her stomach. Stephen cursed the fact that they were in the middle of a block and couldn't try a side street.
The passenger door of the car he'd tapped opened and a small boy climbed out. He looked to be maybe ten, with a bob of ginger-colored hair and bright green eyes, but he just... seemed much older. There was an air of experience, of nobility around him.
Oh bloody hell, I've hit a royal.
He approached Beatrice's door and opened it. "Is everyone all right?" he asked, pausing when he saw poor Beatrice. "...Obviously not."
"I think this is it," Beatrice moaned, looking at Stephen. "He wants out, and now!"
"What?!"
The boy didn't even break a sweat. "Yamino!"
A young man got out from the driver's side. Something about the man -- Yamino -- somehow put Stephen at ease. The youth had a friendly face, eyes framed by a pair of wire glasses and long, black-brown-green hair. "Yes, Master?"
"I need your help," the boy said. "You and I will stay here with this woman while..." He looked at Stephen, prompting him to give a name.
"Jones."
"... While Mr. Jones finds a police officer or some other help." He gave Beatrice an apologetic smile. "Just a tourist, I'm afraid. Meeting a man in Cardiff tomorrow."
Stephen hesitated for a moment, a little wary at the idea of leaving his wife and unborn child with complete strangers.
"I've seen it done before," the boy told him. "And women just know how to give birth."
"I-I'll be two ticks," the young tailor promised before taking off down the street.
By the time he managed to find a copper and get back to the car, the deed had been done. Poor Beatrice was all but passed out from the pain and stress her body had incurred, Yamino was directing the slow movement of traffic around the two parked vehicles, and the young master was sitting in the backseat, holding the baby. The boy had sacrificed the long jacket he had been wearing to the birth, the garment wrapped tight around the newborn. As he neared, he thought he heard the boy speaking quietly to his son.
"Quite an entrance, I like your style. You, little one, shall be one of my chosen. You will be surrounded by chaos, and yet always come out of it, unscathed. Relatively."
He did kiss the baby's forehead before looking up, hearing Stephen approach. "Everyone seems fine. Congratulations on the birth of your son."
The infant boy shifted as Stephen carefully took his son from the boy, the cloak he was wrapped in wet from fluids the Welshman didn't want to think on too hard.
"Thank you. Thank you so very, very much for helping my family." He let out a little nervous laugh, looking down at his son. "I mean, I don't even know your name!"
The boy and Yamino exchanged knowing looks. "My name, Mr. Jones, is Loki."
-----
For those unclear of Norse Mythology...
* Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and sometimes chaos. He's a bad man, but he keeps things interesting.
* Yamino is also Jormungandr, or the World Serpent. He is also Loki's youngest son.