Alexander did not mean to activate anything.
He was simply happy.
A Light Stirring of a Sin
The palace gardens were warm that day.
Alexander toddled along the marble path, small hands unsteady as he chased Thor and Loki. His laughter rang out—clear, bright, unguarded.
In that moment of pure joy—
Something stirred.
Not power.
Not authority.
Emotion.
The faintest pulse of Unique Skill: Lust leaked out—
not as desire,
but as existential attraction.
A warmth spread through the air.
Unintended Effects
Servants nearby paused.
One handmaiden clasped her chest, eyes softening.
"Oh my…" she murmured. "Isn't he the most precious thing you've ever seen?"
Another laughed quietly. "I just want to pick him up and never let him go."
A Valkyrie walking past stopped mid-step.
"…I would fight a dragon for that child," she said flatly, confused by her own certainty.
None felt desire.
Only fondness.
Affection.
The overwhelming urge to protect, dote, and adore.
Alexander looked around, confused by the sudden attention.
He waved.
That only made it worse.
Immediate Intervention
Loki narrowed his eyes.
"…Thor."
Thor felt it too—not the pull, but the reaction.
He stepped in front of Alexander instantly.
"No touching," Thor declared seriously. "He's little."
Loki subtly placed himself to Alexander's side, fingers glowing faintly as he suppressed the ambient energy.
The warmth faded.
The palace returned to normal.
Raphael's Report
Later, as Alexander napped—
Raphael, Lord of Wisdom:
Incident logged.
Unique Skill: Lust activated at minimal output.
Effect classified as: Emotional Affinity Amplification.
Alexander shifted in his sleep.
That was… unintentional.
Raphael:
Confirmed.
No harm detected.
Recommendation: subconscious suppression until emotional regulation improves.
Understood.
Years of Warmth
The following years passed peacefully.
Alexander grew.
He played endlessly with his brothers—
Thor loud and fearless, lifting him onto his shoulders.
Loki clever and patient, teaching him quiet games and riddles.
And always—
There was Frigga.
A Mother's Stories
At night, Frigga would sit with Alexander curled against her side.
She told him stories:
Of the stars before Asgard.
Of ancient queens and clever gods.
Of love, wisdom, and restraint.
Alexander listened silently, golden eyes heavy with sleep.
Sometimes he'd murmur softly—
"Mama…"
Frigga would smile, brushing silver hair from his face.
And often—
He would fall asleep right there, wrapped in her presence, breathing slow and steady.
What He Became
No cosmic flames.
No divine authority.
Just—
A child,
loved deeply,
protected fiercely,
learning what it meant to belong.
And somewhere beneath it all—
power waited,
patient and calm,
learning restraint from the gentlest teacher of all.