#aletheia

That moment when Qabiha places her three fingers on Basim Ibn Ishaq’s chest and tells him “We will set you free”…

She wasn’t talking to Basim at all. She was talking to Loki.

Rating: all my work is +18, mentions of pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is carrying Havi's children and must make a decision between her husband, Loki, or Havi, who is her not so secret lover. The reader is running out of time though, and the ISU are trying to find a way to cheat death.

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{ a/n: The reader's character is based off of the norse goddess, Sigyn. Also you can read this as an adaptation of Basim and Eivor }

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The energy that flowed through the ancient halls of Asgard was thick, not with the usual scent of mead or celebration, but with the sorrow of impending doom. The Great Catastrophe—the solar flare that would scorch their world—loomed like a ghost over the heads of the ISU of the Æsir clan. They had had a name for this catastrophe, they had named it Ragnarök. Their energy hummed with the fear of gods who knew their world was dying ad they were running out of answers. Ragnarök was approaching, and the fate of the gods was unknown.

But under the troublesome night sky that flickered with the unstable aurora of a dying world stood (y/n) by the balcony. The cooling winds of the high peaks ruffling her silk robes, her hand resting instinctively, protectively, over the subtle swell of her growing stomach. Havi stood a few paces behind her, his presence a calm, steady anchor in a sea of encroaching dread.

"The tremors are worsening," She whispered, as she watched the Aurora borealis dancing across the sky above them.

"The data from the Yggdrasil nodes... it’s all pointing toward the end." She muttered.

Havi turned her around gently to face him, his sharp, calculating blue eyes softening as they took her in. He placed his hands rough warrior clad hands over her much softer ones. "I am close to the solution, Ástin mín. I have mapped the cycles. I will not allow this catastrophe to claim you. Not you, and not our children."

At the mention of their unborn twins, (y/n) leaned into him, a soft exhausted sob catching in her throat. She was the wife of Loki, the god of mischief and trickery who spent his nights in the arms of another woman, Aletheia, the goddess who had borne him monsters in the shadow of their marriage, and their own children. (y/n) had been left to wither, a discarded relic of an old allegiance until Havi had stepped into the void. He had become a father figure to her sons, Narfi and Vali, who now looked to the All-Father for guidance, their eyes bright with a devotion they no longer felt for their biological sire.

"You worry to much. Have faith in me Hjartað mitt." Havi murmured, as he planted a kiss on her head.

"It's hard to have faith when I am worried about their future." She whispered, looking up at him. Her eyes, once hollowed by Loki’s betrayal, were bright with a terrifying, singular hope of keeping her children alive.

"I worry whether or not our children will have their father in their life when they are born. Or if the world ends, Havi… will they even exist to hear the wind?"

Havi pulled her closer, his large, calloused hands moving from her stomach, cupping her cheeks. "Frigg has found the threads. We are weaving a path through the catastrophe. We will not fall, your time has not come yet. Our children will be born into a new world of safety and prosperity."

"What does that mean for you? What if i don't want to live in a world without you in it Havi, have you ever thought about that?"

"I refuse to live in any version of time where you are not breathing. My life is a small price to ensure you and our twins see the dawn of a new era." he said, his vow ringing with the weight of an oath.

"You must be careful, Havi," (y/n) whispered, her hands trembling as she focused on distracting herself by smoothing down the fur of his cloak. Her eyes, once bright with the joy of carrying new life, were now etched with the weariness of a woman who had spent centuries forgiving the unforgivable, and now was out of time for herself.

"I will find a way, (y/n). For the sake of our kind, for our people... and most of all, i'm doing it for you and our children. I refuse to see a world where you do not breathe. I refuse to live without you—or our children." Havi spoke with the promise of a father who was ready to give up everything to save his family.

(y/n) shut her eyes sadly, and leaned her forehead against his chest, not ready to say goodbye to him or their world. "The time is so short, but i will try to have faith."

"Then we shall make that enough," Havi promised.🤷🏼‍♀️💕💕

Neither of them saw the flicker of a shadow behind the carved oak pillar.

Loki, the silver-tongued trickster, stood paralyzed. He had come to find his wife—perhaps to offer a hollow apology for his latest disappearance with Aletheia, perhaps to beg for her silence regarding his illicit brood in the wild lands. But the words he heard struck deeper than any blade.Across the hall, the shadows shifted. Loki watched them. He was a creature of sharp angles and sharper malice, his eyes narrowed as he nursed a goblet of nectar. He had spent his decades weaving his own web—an affair with Aletheia, the birth of his monstrous children, the secrets he kept tucked away in the pockets of the world. But seeing Havi—the stoic, the leader, the man who had stepped into the ruin of his marriage to collect the shards—made the bile rise in Loki’s throat.

Our children.

Loki saw the way his wife clung to Havi’s arm. He saw the way Havi leaned in, whispering secrets that were for no one else to hear. He saw his own sons, Narfi and Vali, standing near Havi, their faces turned toward the All-Father with a reverence they had long since stopped offering their own blood.

Calculations ran through Loki’s mind with the speed of an Isu processor. The cycles they had spent apart, the coldness of their bed, the way Sigyn had looked at Havi with a devotion she once reserved for him. The children were not his.

Loki’s heart, hardened by years of narcissism, felt a crack of pure, jagged jealousy. Bitterness, hot and caustic, rose in his throat. He did not strike then. He was a creature of the long game, a weaver of public shames.

So he waited.

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Days later, the Æsir gathered in the Great Hall to discuss the progress of the calculations.

Havi sat upon his throne with a troubled expression, his hands anxiously stroking his beard. (y/n) stood near the sidelines, avoiding unwanted attention, yet she never seemed to stray far from Havi. She had her gown draped elegantly to hide the slight swell of her midsection.

The Great Hall was filled with the pantheon and other scientists and researchers. Frigg, Thor, and Tyr stood in clusters, faces grim as they discussing the shifting climate of the Nine Realms with worried scientists.

Loki enjoyed the chaos, so he chose his moment with the precision of a serpent. He strode into the center of the room, his stride theatrical.

"A grim gathering for grim times," he remarked, his gaze sliding toward (y/n) like a snake through grass.

"Though, perhaps there is reason for joy amidst these desperate times? My wife looks particularly... radiant today." Loki spoke out loud, drawing all eyes.

He turned to his wife, who stood near Havi. "My beautiful wife has been so secretive of late. Such a glow about her, such a heavy, tired step. Tell me, wife, is it the stress of the kingdom, or is it the weight of the bastard seeds you carry for our illustrious leader?"

She stiffened, her hand instinctively fluttering toward her stomach, but said nothing.

"Tell me wife," Loki said, his voice carrying to every corner of the hall, "The life you carry—this sudden bloom in our darkest times. When were you planning to tell your husband? And more importantly... who shall I thank for doing the labor I clearly neglected?"

The hall fell into a suffocating silence. Other members of the Æsir—Frigg, Thor, Tyr—began to stare Loki down.

"Answer me," Loki demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Who is the father of that child?"

His wife's face drained of color. She looked at the floor, the weight of a thousand years of Loki’s infidelities crumbling under the weight of this singular, public accusation.

"Enough, Loki," Havi’s raspy voice was a low growl, like rolling thunder.

Loki looked up at havi sitting upon his throne, eyes dangerously staring daggers into Loki.

"Enough? Is the All-Father uncomfortable with the discussion of lineage? I merely wish to know whose bastards my wife is housing." Loki smirked.

Havi stood. He did not look like a king; he looked like a force of nature. He stepped down from the dais, walking past Loki to stand directly in front of (y/n). He placed a hand protectively on her waist.

"She is carrying my children, Loki. And they are under my protection."," Havi said, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "And they are no bastards. They are the future kings or queens of the Æsir."

Loki recoiled as if struck.

"You... you admit this? In front of the High Council?"

"Every soul in this room already knew, Loki," Havi said with a sneer of pure contempt.

"Besides you. Perhaps if you spent less time in the shadows of the Aesir-Vanir borders in Aletheia's bed, or less time mourning the monsters she birthed you, you might have noticed the change in your own household. You should have had spent more time tending to your wife. You neglected her heart until it stopped beating for you. I simply gave it a reason to start again."

"The weight of survival is heavy, Loki," Havi said, his eyes hard as flint,"and if you had sort more time at your own hearth, you would have noticed the shift in the winds long ago."

Loki’s face contorted with disgust. "You are nothing but a thief yourself Havi." Loki sneered, swirling his cup. "I've notice plenty. I notice my wife seeking shelter under the cloak of a pretender. I notice the way my sons look at you, as if you were the sun itself. Tell me, (y/n)—when did you decide that my house was no longer enough?"

(y/n) stepped out from behind Havi, her face tear-stained but resolute.

"Your love was a tomb long before he arrived in our bed, Loki," she said, her voice trembling but gaining strength. "You left me to wither while you built a life with Aletheia. You left me to raise our sons while you played at war and lust. You left me, Loki! You were never here! Havi was the one who held me when I wept, the one who read to, and taught Narfi and Vali everything they know, he was the one who kept the darkness from my door while you chased ghosts!" her voice was sounding more brave.

Loki looked as though he had been struck. He laughed, a high, thin sound that lacked any mirth. "Your children? You stole her, piece by piece. You preyed upon her grief while I was away. You are a thief of hearts, Havi, nothing more."

"I am the one who stayed," Havi stated, his voice cold and resonant. "I am the one who listened when she wept. I am the one who will be the father those boys have never known. Everyone in this room saw this union coming, brother. You are the only one who remained blind, blinded by your own vanity and your dalliances with an ally ofJötunheimr."

"You take my children’s loyalty, you take my seat, and now you take my wife's womb? What else will you take from me?"

"He took nothing, Loki! You threw it all away! For every night I wept while you were with Aletheia, Havi was there. For every time our sons, Narfi and Vali, needed a father and found an empty chair, Havi was the one who taught them to hold a blade!"

"Silence, I will hear no more from you!" Loki ragged, stepping toward her angrily with disgust.

Havi was faster though. He intersected loki before he could reach the woman.

"I dare you to speak ill of her, Loki." Havi warned.

(y/n) stepped forward, her hand pressed against her heart. "Loki, stop. Please. This is not the place—"

"No, let him speak," Havi countered, his eyes locked on Loki.

Frigg, sensing the volatile energy in the room, stood up and hurried forward, her face with worry as she placed a hand on the woman's arm. "Havi, stop this. She is in distress. Can you not see the toll this takes? The twins... they feel her worry."

But the cruelty in Loki was already boiling over. "The twins?" Loki sneered, his lip curling. "Two bastards of the All-Father. How noble. How perfectly arranged. You think you can replace me, Havi? You think you can claim my wife and my legacy?"

"You abandoned your legacy the moment you forgot to love them," Havi replied.

It was too late. Loki’s hurt had turned into a desperate, sharpened spite at the word of twins. "Let your children feel the shame of it! Let them feel the shame of being sired by a tyrant who hides behind his throne while the rest of our world burns! You are no savior, Havi! You are a coward in all matters, who steals what he cannot earn!"

With a roar of sudden, blinding rage, Loki lunged, but Havi was faster. He caught Loki by the throat, slamming him back against a marble pillar. The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap. (y/n) screamed, but Havi didn't relent. He held Loki pinned, his strength the literal force of a shifting mountain.

"You dare insult the mother of your children?" Havi hissed, his face inches from Loki’s. "You dare drag her name through the mud of your own failures?"

"Loki of the Æsir," Havi continued, the ritualistic tone of a sentence being passed. He stepped back from Loki and handed him over to the guards.

"For the betrayal of your vows, for the neglect of your household, and for the intentional distress of a mother of the realm... you are hereby stripped of your stature. You are sentenced, Loki. Stripped of your status in this court. You will not approach her. You will not approach the children. You are an exile within your own halls.You are sentenced to the darkness of the lower vaults until the Great Catastrophe claims us."

Loki bravado vanished instantaneously. "You cannot do this! You cannot keep me from my wife! From my sons!"

Loki looked toward his own two sons, Narfi and Vali, who stood near the periphery. The two young Isu stood tall, their expressions cold. They did not move to help him. They didn't even look sad. They looked at Havi as if waiting for his command.

But (y/n), her heart torn by the remnants of the woman she used to be, fell to her knees, her breath hitching in ragged gasps as Frigg knelt beside her. "Havi, please... have mercy. Do not let him go into the dark with hatred in his heart. Forgive him, for my sake."

Havi pulled back and made his way over to (y/n), his chest heaving as looked down at her. His expression softened for a fraction of a second, his hand gently stroking her hair, but his resolve remained ironclad. He signaled to the guards.

"He has had a thousand years of mercy. He used it to build a monument to his own greed."

He then made his commandment to his guards.

"Silence the room. Take her to my chambers. See that she is tended to with the highest care." Havi commanded, his voice devoid of room for debate. "Keep her away from this filth."

The woman on the floor tried to speak again, but a soft hum of Isu technology—a command from Havi—dulled the sound in the room. She protested as she was led away, looking back at Loki one last time with a mixture of pity and profound sorrow. As the guards were gently leading her past Havi—her eyes pleading with him one last time—but Havi turned back to the man who was held by both arms by guards. The room seemed to grow colder.

Once the doors latched behind her and the other Æsir dispersed to the shadows of the hall, Havi approached the restrained Loki.

"Listen well, Trickster," Havi hissed. "The Great Catastrophe approaches. I have seen the end of all things. I have found the way to save my bloodline, to keep them safe in the void that is coming. They will live. They will thrive. I will find a way. I will bridge the gap between this world and the next. I will ensure that (y/n), Narfi, Vali, and my own unborn children are shielded from the fire. They will live. They will be safe. They will have a world to inherit."

Havi leaned in closer, his voice a deathly whisper. "But you? You will not be saved, there is no room for you in the calculations. You will stay here. You will burn with the old world. You have forfeited your place in the future. You will die in the ruin you helped create, while I build a world for them that you will never even be able to dream of."

Loki, held back by the guards, bared his teeth in a feral grin, even as tears of rage pricked his eyes. He spat on the floor at Havi’s feet. Loki struggled against his bindings, his eyes burning with a promise of future vengeance.

"You think you’ve won, Havi. But a shadow is never truly gone. I will find a way. I will have her back, and I will tear down everything you build to reach her."

"You think a flare of the sun can keep me from what is mine, All-Father?" Loki spat. "Calculation or not, I will find her. I will see my wife again, in this life or the next. And when I do, it will be me who keeps her safe. I will be the one she remembers when your 'new world' turns to ash."

Havi didn't answer this time. He gave Loki an amused expression, not believing a word Loki had uttered.

Havi then simply turned his back on his brother, his cloak swirling like smoke. He did not look back, even as Loki’s laughter followed him out of the hall—a hollow, broken sound that promised the end of the world was only the beginning of their war.

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Translation: Norse -> english

Ástin mín: My love/darling

Hjartað mitt: My heart

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1. Immaturity & Arrogance

Early in his F1 career, Lando was often seen joking around in serious contexts, which some fans took as a lack of maturity.

Example: In a 2020 Twitch stream, Lando commented on Lewis Hamilton’s dominance by saying:

"He's in a car that should win every race, really."

Many people recognised that Norris is downplaying Hamilton’s skill. After public backlash, Lando apologized for the comment.

He also made headlines for celebrating Hamilton’s penalty at Monza 2020, later admitting his comment was “stupid and careless.”

And now look at him. Even though McLaren is currently the fastest car on track, it is Oscar leading the championship, not Lando

2. Radio Complaints & Frustrated Communication

Lando is frequently critical over team radio, or as I like to call it “whiny” or disrespectful toward his engineers.

Example: During the 2021 Russian Grand Prix, while leading the race, Norris argued against pitting for wet tyres, saying:

"No!"

when his team suggested switching. He stayed out, lost the lead, and was widely criticized for ignoring strategy calls. Then he cried afterwards because he didn't win the race, even though it was his own fault.

3. Insensitive or Poorly Worded Public Comments

His past tweets and comments have at times been insensitive or unprofessional.

Example: In older tweets (pre-F1), Lando made jokes that were later deleted after fans called them out as immature or off-color.

Some fans also noted that he’s made dismissive-sounding comments about other drivers’ performance, notably Daniel Ricciardo.

4. Teammate Dynamics and Public Statements

Lando’s public statements about teammates have sometimes been read as cold or overly blunt.

On Oscar Piastri (2023):

"He's pushed me more than the last couple of years."

This was taken by some fans as a subtle dig at Daniel Ricciardo.

He also said about Piastri:

"He's a little bit the opposite of Daniel at the minute,"

suggesting differences in style and intensity, but again leading to feel Ricciardo was being unfairly compared.

Also, when Oscar won the Hungarian GP 2024, Lando ruined Oscars celebration, leading to apologising publicly a few days later. Oscar didn't do anything wrong and Lando ruined his win.

5. Mental Resilience Under Pressure

Following several high-pressure mistakes, many F1 figures have questioned Lando’s mental toughness.

Example: After crashing during qualifying in Saudi Arabia (2025), both Ralf Schumacher and Helmut Marko criticized his mindset. This added to a narrative that Norris may lack the temperament needed for championship contention.

6. Privileged Background and Relatability

Coming from a wealthy family, Lando had access to opportunities others did not. While not his fault, this makes him seem less relatable to some fans.

Some critics believe his upbringing makes his discussions on topics like pressure or mental health feel less grounded or sincere.

7. Fanbase Behavior and Online Toxicity

Some of the criticism directed at Lando is a reaction to the behavior of his more aggressive fans.

On platforms like Twitter and Reddit, fans have been known to attack rival drivers or anyone critical of Norris.

This “stanning” culture leads to resentment toward Lando himself, even if he does not endorse or encourage such behavior.

I have to say, this point is not his fault.

8. Media Favoritism

Lando receives significant screen time and branding attention, especially post-Netflix's Drive to Survive.

Critics say this comes at the expense of more successful or experienced drivers. They also say that Netfilx favours Lando and tells the stories, so he looks like the good guy, making the other drivers (for example, Verstappen) look bad.

greek mythology: aletheia

🕯 Ἀψευδής, Apseudḗs — unfailing, unlying, truthful

🕯 Σαφής, Saphḗs — clear, manifested, evident

🕯 Ἀτρέκεια, Atrékeia — exactness, precision, strict truth

🕯 Πιστή, Pistḗ — trustworthy, faithful, reliable

🕯 Ἁγνή, Hagnḗ — pure, holy, unpolluted

🕯 Ὀρθή, Orthḗ — straight, correct, upright

🕯 Μονότροπος, Monótropos — steadfast, unchanging