A/N: This fic pretty much only draws on Bleach canon from before the Butterfly thing. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, be grateful. If you do… well. Yeah.) So the fanfic is going to ignore certain things Kubo tossed into Ichigo’s family tree later. Half Human shinigami Hybrid is more than trouble enough!
“Masaki didn’t have a trace of spiritual power. Ichigo may have patched you up a little, but… let’s face it. You heal like an Aesir. We could drop you out of a plane and you’d survive.” Yoruichi settled down, sphinx-like. “Half his family tree’s human, and the other half – well. Subtle, they aren’t. Give him a few years, teach him how to hit things – he’ll do fine.”
“Hmm. Why does that sound familiar?”
Yoruichi narrowed gold eyes at the cold, angry bite in his voice. “Did something happen between you and your foster brother?” Her tail twitched, thinking of the last time she’d been petted by a heartsick sorcerer as he snarled his way through the latest litany of how Thor simply would not think. “I mean, more than usual?” Belatedly, a few of Kisuke’s speculations rose to mind. Tachyons. Huh. “Or is it something you can’t tell me about yet?”
Surprise flickered in green eyes, followed by a poker face that could have put Kisuke to shame. She almost couldn’t read the twitches of muscle and power that whispered of thought, and dawning hope….
And gray despair, sacrificing what-might-be for whatever his exile had won. “Thor is stubborn, not hopeless,” Loki said firmly. “He will be a good king. Someday.”
Kneading forgotten, Yoruichi stared. A good king? That thoughtless, chauvinistic, battle-mad Aesir who made half of Eleventh look tame? “What did you do?”
“Nothing that will harm this house, or anyone here,” Loki said smoothly. “Even the most straightforward fighter can use training in strategy. The earlier, the better.”
“Whiny kid,” Yoruichi said firmly. Let him deflect her for now. He wasn’t going anywhere until Isshin said he was fine.
And train Ichigo? Please. Even Soifon had been mostly grown before the clan had tossed her into the Shihouin Princess’ service. “He’d have to catch me first.”
“Really?” Loki purred.
Oh no. Cats couldn’t sweat, but she felt all the fur along her spine stand up. Stupid, stupid… he’s Asgard’s best sorcerer, their magic uses words, and you just handed him a straight line. “He would. No help. No traps. Nothing anyone else set up for him to set off. His plan, his work, his luck.” And that ought to hedge it in enough to make it impossible. The whole Kido Corps couldn’t catch her.
Oh, I don’t like that look. “Why do you even care?” Yoruichi demanded, exasperated. “He’s already killed his mother. You want to try for the rest of the family?”
…Was it her imagination, or was it suddenly cold in here?
“You blame a child for a monster he never knew existed.”