Sverrir stood looking down at the young prince lying on an old fur throw, his green cloak covering his bare body. The prince's pale back rose and fell slowly; a smile appeared on Sverrir's face as he leant up behind him kissing the crook between his neck and shoulder.
A hand moved under the cloak and gently caressed his lower belly where Sverrir felt a small kick against his hand. Loki shivered; rolling over onto his other side and moving closer to Sverrir who lay on his back looking up at the stars of Asgard.
Waking to the whimpers and howls beside him Sverrir awoke; he quickly scrambled to his hands and knees and looked around for Loki. He saw him in wolf form lying on his side in a ditch of fresh warm grass, Sverrir ran over in human form, stroking his head gently as he pushed, he gasped as he saw a tiny pup in a sac; Loki moved the baby over as he pushed again, licking the pup clean. Sverrir continued to stroke his fur and kiss him, admiring his strength as he gave birth.
He pushed again and licked the next baby clean, lying on his side as the pups fed greedily. After pushing one last time the last pup was born; he cleaned it the same as before, pushing him with his nose gently to his chest.
Sverrir kissed him on his head. "Good work darling; just rest and I'll stay with you." Loki licked his nose and looked down at his suckling pups, Sverrir morphed to his natural form and lay beside him nudging one of his pups gently with his nose as it struggled to find the teat. The pup latched on, his tail wagging in excitement as he fed greedily.
Sverrir awoke to a shadow over them, he immediately sprang to all fours, growling low and baring his teeth as he stood over Loki and his pups.
"Take the Wolf!" yelled the towering man; from the glint of the armour Sverrir saw that he was an Asgardian warrior. "Let the all father deal with the others." There was no chance he would get out of the fight without being unscathed… Unless of course he could get Loki to awaken; but then what would happen to his two sons and daughter? They could barely open their eyes. They were only a couple of hours old, and the runt of his litter- the smallest of the three was unable to feed without being with him.
Sverrir turned, quickly nudging Loki firmly with his nose in his ribs. Loki opened his eyes, confusion and fear spread across his face; his muzzle slowly turning into a snarl as he noticed the guards.
Loki quickly nudged his pups awake, panicking slightly when his smallest pup didn't automatically react to being nudged. He bent down, lifting the pup into his jowls, being extra careful not to hurt him as he stood over the pups.
Sverrir turned to his pup's mother, brushing the side of his head against Loki who let out a small whimper of distress. Sverrir morphed suddenly as he pulled away from him, pulling on a pair of coarse trousers before staring up at his captors.
"So? What are you planning on doing with my children, Loki and I?" asked Sverrir, his head held high, his heartbeat strong in his chest.
"Our only orders are to keep you away from the prince." Replied the guard as he tried to look at the new-born pups; Sverrir moved to block him.
"You haven't answered my question Aesir. What is to happen to my pups?"
The guard sighed and merely told Sverrir that he didn't know, Sverrir appreciated the guard's honesty- even if he was about to steal him away from them.
Loki watched in terror as his love was taken away from him, the pup in his jowls moving gently in hunger. He lay him down on the floor, instinctively lying on his side to nudge the pups close to him. Sverrir was taken away without another word, the furs and cloak were lying a short way away from him, a tear ran through his fur as he lay on his side; feeling the gentle tugs coming from the pup's small muzzles.
He fell asleep in the warm sun creeping through the tree tops.
