Balder to Kid Loki in For the Sake of Novel Tea.

On the fourth day the Yule log burned, within the well-lit area of the family parlour in Asgard, two gifts sat together upon the table with only a brief note in curved script upon them.

To the newest members of our family. No matter the universe, Loki is loved in all his and her incarnations. A Blessed Yule to both of you.

Beneath that a pair of books sat, cracked open in invitation.

The letter pops out of the air in front of Balder, materialising in an acrid smelling cloud of green smoke. It is slightly singed about the edges, as if its trip through the astral plains had taken it through some that were a little more infernal than heavenly.

Dear Balder--

I hope this finds you well.  Honestly, it's been too long.  Things are quiet here in Asgard for the moment--are you sure you won't come and visit for Yule, at least?

Your friend,  Loki 

Balder blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the parchment almost hitting him in the nose. He set down the hewn logs he had been carrying to the parlour for the evening to grasp the note from where it floated in the air, murmuring the words a little as he read.

He folded it up and tucked it away as he finished his work, transferring the logs with a little more speed than normal. Once finished, he checked the halls somewhat guardedly on his way to his room, closing the door behind him and giving the latch an unaccustomed tug to lock it shut.

Pulling out the message, he set it down upon the desk as he sat, his own parchment and quill at hand. A few quick dips in the inkwell, and he hurried his hand in response.

Loki--

As much as I am glad to hear from you, you should not have risked sending a missive into Nornheim. Karnilla has had the realm's defenses up in arms against infiltration, from armies and enchantments alike, ever since both you and Amora managed to come in and out so easily. I fear that should she catch wind of this correspondence, she would consider it a breach.

I am sorry that I cannot visit you though I imagine it is probably for the best. Asgard has moved on without me in the time since I departed--perhaps it is time I moved on as well and that they remain untroubled by word of my current situation. Regardless, I hope the Yule season is a cheerful one for you; I shall try to see if I cannot spread some of the warmth I remember of Yuletide here to enjoy.

Your friend,

--Balder

He dusted the ink to help it set before folding and sealing the letter, only to look up in dismay when he realised he had no enchanted means at his disposal to send it--at least none without alerting Karnilla.

It wasn't hard to smuggle the fox kits in.

They were so small they fit without trouble into the hood of his tunic, and the basket he pilfered from the kitchen was more than big enough to accomodate them all.  

After a quick glance about his room, he slid the basket under the bed, hoping that the snugness of the bed he'd made up for them out of several of his shirts and the darkness under the bed would remind them of the den they had left.

Their mother was gone--he'd seen them more than once, wandering and crying from the mouth of their den, thinner and more pathetic looking by the day.  He'd been unable to stand it any longer, and so had brought them home to Asgard to care for them.

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Patience, Loki. It shan’t be much longer now.