Here it is, what all you lovely people have been waiting for; the sequel to the Leera and Loki trilogy! I hope you enjoy it as much as the others. So, this chapter is short, because it is the introduction; so expect longer chapters to come. Thank you all once more for your dedication and following of my previous fan fiction 'an inadmissible friendship'. Your comments about the end chapter made my day! Cheers. To Anonymous 3:30 in regards to my email; the full-stop meant a dot. Your email did not come out properly either in the review. Well, enjoy this and let me know what you think!
P.s - I recommend that you read 'change of heart', 'love lost in a single heartbeat' and 'a heart still beats' first otherwise you won't understand this straight-off.
Loves xx
Marvel owns Loki and all remnant s of Asgard. The three 'L's are of my own creation (Leera, Loofney and Leymina) and of course the brave Gerathaim.
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And so it came to pass that the black haired beauty, trapped on Midgard with her wailing new born child was taken up into the Bifrost as promised by the gatekeeper of the golden realm of Asgard. On reaching the realm, Leera had searched the golden sphere for her husband, but only Heimdall stood tall, sword in hand; his golden eyes gazing down at her frightened form. The guards that had run off to inform the newly arrived prince of his dark haired beauties return had found him, surrounded by his family. They had told him of the findings of the great seer, and all the company in the room that surrounded the young god looked and listened on with great confusion. They had no idea, no recollection of this woman, or of anything the god of mischief claimed. They knew nothing of his supposed marriage, of his children. All they knew, all they remembered was sending him to his punishment on Midgard then him returning after he reconciled, after he had redeemed himself from his wrong doings, not only to Asgard and its king, but also to the innocent lives of those inhabitants of the earthly realm. The emerald green god left his baffled parents, brother and dear friends and took off with great haste to the magnificent rainbow bridge to reunite himself with his wife and new born, leaving the slightly happier Loofney with his grandparents; both of which felt unsure around the little boy, having no memory of him. The god of mischief ran with such godly speed that he caused heads to turn from the guards and people of the kingdom; but he cared not, he cared that everyone stared at him with frowns. All he cared about was that he would see her again. She remembered him, and he thanked the heavens for that. When he was sucked back up to his home world after Leera saying to him that she knew him not, it broke his already split soul. He thought he would never be the same again. But the moment that guard burst through the doors of the great hall and informed the prince of his wife and child's arrival, he felt his heart and soul knit back together with hope.
The magnificent sphere that perched itself proudly on the end of the glorious rainbow bridge came into view quickly with each stride of the princes slender legs. Leera held little Leymina closely against her chest, feeling rather uncomfortable an awkward under the analytical gaze of the great Heimdall. Pacing back and forth, bouncing her child slightly, Leera felt her heart pound in her chest with great intensity at the thought of her love coming to her. In the last few hours she had no recollection of him. When he appeared on her lawn, claiming to know her, claiming to be her husband, she thought him psychotic. But the moment she found the baby on her doorstep, the moment she picked her up and comforted her, cooed away her cries, everything poured back into her mind like a waterfall crashing into a pool below. Glancing up at the opening to the rainbow bridge, the dark haired female spotted a tall, slender figure approach with great speed. She pondered a moment as to who it could have been, but the flap and shimmer of green trailing behind him answered that question in a flash. Loki. Looking across to the great gate keeper for one more moment, Leera thanked him for what he had done for her, then clutching her child tightly, she let off into a run towards the approaching god.
"Leera? Leera!" Loki shouted once with uncertainty at the sight of the woman growing closer and closer, then once again with positivity as he recognised his wife. "Leera!" again he shouted, a foreign tear trickling down his sharp cheekbones.
"Loki!" She shouted in return, running as fast as her little legs would carry her. The trickster god began to slow down as his wife edged closer and closer. Eventually coming to a stop, the youngest son of Odin stood, speechless in front of his wife, eyeing her with awe and relief. Leera gasped and her eyes sparkle with emotion at the sight of the green eyed god. "Loki, I remember Loki. I remember everything" Leera whispered, her eyes never leaving his, afraid that he might disappear in front of her eyes once more.
"I know, I know" The silver tongue chuckled ecstatically. Reaching forward, the raven haired prince cupped his wives face and gently rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you, to be with you right now. I have died inside with every second we have been separated" He said lovingly.
"I've missed you so much. I was scared, when I remembered that I would never see you again." Leera cried, sniffing as stray tears trickled down her cheeks. The god of mischief sighed heavily and leant down, placing his lips gently onto that of the females, leaving enough distance between them so as not to crush his daughter. Moving his lips slowly but passionately against Leera's, the woman in question began to sob. Listening, however, the dark haired beauty realized that the sobs did not just belong to her, but that of her godly husband too. "I do not want to leave this realm again. Every time we have, something bad has happened." Leera spoke breathlessly as she broke away from the passionate kiss.
"You would never see your home, Leera" Loki said with sadness, stroking Leera's cheek, his brow furrowing.
"My home is here with you, Loki…" replied the black haired woman, smiling lovingly up towards the handsome young prince.
"So be it" The lie smith said, dropping his gaze down towards the tiny bundle in Leera's arms. Little Leymina looked up at her raven haired father with a gum baring grin and reached out a small hand towards the dark locks that cascaded down the tricksters shoulders, taking a stray one in hand. The emerald god chuckled as his little child held onto his hair enthusiastically; tugging at every opportunity. Sighing with contentment, Loki looked back up towards his wife, his eyes drenched with immense warmth and love. "Come, let us return to the palace; I am sure my family will be pleased to meet you once more"
"Meet me? Loki, they know who I am" replied Leera incredulously, but realised that that was not the case when his magnificent features displayed an emotion much similar to heart break. "Loki, they do know who I am, don't they?" Leera inquired, not wanting to believe the possible future. The raven haired god exhaled loudly and shook his head; the thought of his parents, his brother, his friends not knowing who she was, and all their memories, existed no more. This literally was a fresh start, something much needed for this pair. Their relationship had been disaster after disaster; nothing good seemed to come from them being together, apart from their blessed children. "You know what that means my love?"
"Yes, they do not remember..." he said with a great sigh, placing a comforting on her shoulder.
"Well yes, but, Loki, that means Gerathaim is alive! If all what we went through on earth, and the ordeal with Thanos did not happen, then Gerathaim did not venture to Vanaheim, he would still be stationed as a palace guard!" exclaimed the green eyed beauty, with eyes wide open.
"You're right!" Loki gasped taking a step backwards. "Leera, come! Let us go back!" He said, taking hold of his wife's arm gently and walking her up the Bifrost with haste. Both of the dark haired beauties rushed further and further towards the golden palace with child in arms, feeling excited but nervous at the same time. Their lives would be different from now on. No threat of an oncoming war; Thanos was dead. No fear of anymore accidents with Theyna, for she was not introduced to Thor as of yet. Things were already looking up; a safer place for the children of the god of mischief to grow up into powerful beings with the constant love and support of their parents. Something different that way comes for the emerald green god and his precious wife; something of which Loki was greatly nervous yet excited about.