NA: Matantei Loki Ragnarok doesn't belong to me.

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He wasn't like the others, that was for sure. He didn't have a great aura, a marvelous form or was a threat to the mighty Gods. He couldn't be banished because he was so small that the man was even afraid to touch him, thinking he could break at any moment. He couldn't be condemned to a lonely life in hell, because he looked like an angel, so pure and so perfect that nothing would be capable to stain him. Or he couldn't be chained for years, forced to be apart from his family, because he wouldn't let them do anything to him.

He wasn't a great being, on the contrary, he was just a simple mortal who would fade in some years while he would still be here, proud and young, watching him leave his life and submitting him to a great grief. Both were only mortals that some day would leave him here alone again in the world. Well, not so lonely, because he still had his sons, but, somehow, it' wasn't the same and he couldn't explain why. He was a God, a powerful one and at the same time he felt so little, so insignificant every time he looked to those big eyes that seem to held so much wisdom. How he could be so smart in such a young age?

"Loki?" a sweet voice called him, waking him from his day dream and making him look to beautiful red eyes.

"Yes?" he asked in a whisper, afraid that any sound a little too loud could break the magic he felt in the room. Something amazing happened a few hours ago and he still hadn't recovered from the event.

"You can't hold the baby all night, Loki. You will tire yourself and he needs to sleep in a more comfortable place than your arms." Mayura smiled to the man who was sitting in the same position for hours, cradling the newborn against his chest like he was trying to protect him from the world.

"I know" he whispered again and looked one more time to his son. "Give some more minutes, please." He started to lulling the baby to sleep, still transfixed with such a small being.

"Okay." Answered Mayura, laying in the hospital bed to rest after hours trying to bring their son to the world.

She looked one more time to father and son on the chair and smiled, knowing that Loki would, again, sleep with the baby on his arms. With the picture of the most important men of her life in her head she slept, thinking if Yamino and Fenrir would be over protective with their new baby brother. Because she knew that Loki already was.