Amir could tell that something was wrong. Obviously it was strange for a child to perform their own c-section (Ya' don't say), and clearly his "entrance" was more than unexpected, but he shrugged it off.
'They'll cope or cry. The doctor might do both actually.' He looked down at the heap of a man and wanted to assist him, but his mom was smiling so wide he couldn't take his eyes off of her for more than a moment.
She had deep blue eyes that twinkled with that same blue light that he had. She was tall, obviously she was bigger than him as he was just born, but she was a lot of woman for Notorious S.M.A.L.L over there. He nearly wondered how they managed to get pregna-'NOPE, not going there.'
Amir noticed her skin tone, it was a dusky light blue, the birth must have drained her, but she seemed to be in high spirits.
His father finally started moving, but oddly he looked at the wall before checking on mom.
The natural high he felt from being with his new family was incredible, far too much to put into words, as biology just had a way to make the most unlikely of people family.
There was a slight warmth coming from above his belly button, he wondered if it would complicate things but he slowly slumped into her arms.
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Arthur Firemane felt his heart shatter as his son flew into the wall head first. He didn't even react as he feared he would do more damage trying to stop his momentum in such a short span of time. But. His boy appeared to be just fine.
Arthur knew his son was strong, but what just happened was...different.
There were legends of baby Frost Giants coming out of the womb in battle and slaying foes when their mothers died in battle as a shield maiden.
Those were mere stories. Hell, they were tales for fools eager to believe in the fantastic nature of this world a little too much. This, however, was something different entirely.
It wasn't the intelligence or speech that threw him off, no, Frost Giants could be in the womb for many, many years and can come out with a basic vocabulary if taught properly, but the raw power it takes to rip Ilse's flesh open like that is immense.
Even with her assistance, wounding the Queen of Giants is an immeasurable task for even the deadliest assassins. He would know, he had killed most of the ones she didn't freeze and shatter.
He felt a twinge of pain in his heart for all of the decades of trying to have a child come to term. He knew as he wrapped his arms around the frame of his heir that it was all worth it.
"The 82nd child." He spoke softly to Ilse and she gave him a bright smile as her golden hair shone with pure beauty. He leaned down to hug his love and son. Normally feeling the plates of muscle on the natural warrior would make him a little jealous, but he was already enamored with his potential.
'What a monster. That's my boy!' He had a wide grin as they all savored the moment they had waited decades for, the moment they had slain for, the moment that they had risked it all for.
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Amir awoke with his face in a pool of drool half falling off a mattress. He was alone in an awkward baby "cage" that was made from steel?
'Oh heck, not again.' He leaned forward and was very concerned about getting out when he noticed the bars were not real metal.
'Oh, safety material? How thoughtful for a baby.' He gently grabbed the bars and slowly pushed. It was quite hard to get them to bend all the way,
'A metal imitation material that is still soft, how innovative, they might have jets here after all...'
He pushed until the bars were stuck and he slowly pulled himself through the opening, but his baby fat made sure that only half of him could fit at a time, so he flopped through like a dying fish.
'Hope nobody saw that.' He stood quickly and looked around to see if anyone was there. You don't want to lose style points too quickly.
The rubber bars were slowly bending back into place, 'Excellent technology.' He smacked the bar and strode off with little difficulty.
'Little wobbly, but humans probably develop differently here, right? Certainly possible given the whole orb situation.'
He turned to see the hallway plastered with photos of the family. He took his time with the first photos and noticed a pattern.
'Why does dad have a weird crown, and why does mom have a bigger one?'
He briefly wondered what his status was but waved it away, it could just be a fashion statement or anti-mind control armor.
Their clothing certainty denoted wealth, but not an overbearing amount, as it was far too functional. Amir could tell that his father's armor was the real deal by the battle scars it bore, 'Is that a freaking tooth?' he squinted to see the bite details but decided he'd ask when he learned the language.
"Amazing." He wobbled slightly as he turned too quickly and grabbed a wall.
He thought he was doing swell for a baby but the only problem was that he was absolutely lost. The hallway split past the paintings and went left or right.
'Think, what would Zoro do? He'd go left for sure.' Then Amir walked down the right hall, as he did, he soon noticed a wonderful smell.
'Works every time.' He snickered as he strode into a massive dinner table and noticed his family at the table.
He walked up and sat down on the fancy chair, pretending to mimic them as he genuinely struggled with a freaking fork.
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Arthur watched his son struggle with the utensil before just giving up and just biting the meat with his bare hands.
'Fair enough.' He placed his fork and knife down as well and proceeded to join his son.
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Amir watched his dad smile and chew on the huge piece of meat. He was actually having a hard time chewing it, but it tasted fantastic. It was a bit spicy but...not? It was a completely new experience.
Amir was smiling at his mother who seemed to be upset at their antics when she finally gave up and squashed the cutlery in her hand.
She smiled and picked up her blue heart?
'Look at the ventricle on that thing, uh-I think I'll stick to steak.'
After a nice first meal, it was time for him to hit the hay. He got up and began walking back, noticing he was followed by a gnomish woman that was a third of his height.
As he took a wrong turn on purpose, he noticed that she yelled out, "Carkiek! Vashmaie." and then she waved for him to follow her in the universal, "come here puppy."
'A babysitter, I suppose that is fair, I did just break out of baby jail.'
She was opening the large "cell" and he could tell she was struggling with it, "Let me." He grabbed the door and the SkySteel hinges strained as he pushed it open casually.
She stared in awe as he smiled and then flopped into the bed, sending Lesser Phoenix feathers flying all over the room.
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Ilse was patting her mouth with silk as her boy left the room, she turned to empty air and asked, "Who let him out of his Royal Cradle?"
Spymaster Nika knelt from the shadows, "My Queen, I witnessed your son...let himself out of it. Effortlessly."
Ilse's eye twitched and then she nodded, "I thought that might be the case. And you, stop grinning." She turned to her smirking husband.
Arthur asked, "He bent SkySteel bars when he was less than a day old, how could I NOT be proud?"
Ilse smiled faintly, "It is an impressive feat even for a fully grown Frost Giant." She drank some of her wine and said to the air, "Prepare his tutors for his unique abilities. His Rite is first thing tomorrow."
Arthur leaned in and frowned, "Are you acquiring a Tome of the Giants?"
She nodded, "He is my heir, he has to be a Giant first. I am sorry darling, he needs to go through the proper rites of knowledge befitting a Royal."
Ilse closed her eyes, "Based on his intelligence, I do not see this being a multi-year rite. Thus, we will get to know him after so many years...." she trailed off while staring at the ceiling.
Arthur nodded, "But with the rites, you never know." He drank some wine on instinct and instantly spit it out. "This is terrible. So much Ice Qi. Yuck."
Ilse grabbed the glass from him and said, "Then more for me," as she downed the rest of it and gave her love a wicked smile.