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You said you wanted a sequel, so I present you one!

You are going to hate me.

This will not be the happy, romantic story that the first one was. No, this will be the worst possible story you could ever imagine. I let that last story go far too smoothly, which is so unlike me. So this one will be one long, bumpy, heart-breaking road.

Yes, I am evil, and I know it.

So, let's get the heartbreak started.

Sit back and grab a box of tissues.

Love always,

Avoline

Loki paced outside of the healing room. Meeka had went into labor some hours ago, and something had went wrong. He wanted to be in there, but for once, his title meant nothing. He picked at his hand, the same hand that had first turned blue, his mind compiling the worst scenarios possible.

What if she was dying?

What if the child was dying?

What if they both were already dead?

He sank to the floor, shedding the mindset of king. For that moment, he was the young prince, scared to death and with nowhere to turn. His mother was gone. Odin was there, true, but what would he know of the situation the new king was in. Loki bit his lip, trying to hold back the overwhelming fear.

He couldn't loose her.

He didn't want to loose the child.

"Brother, what bothers you so?"

He glanced up to see Thor, a relieved half-sob passing his lips. For the first time in a long while, he was glad to see the favored prince. Thor would be better than anyone right now. For Odin's sake, they were brothers! Who better to comfort one than one's sibling, adopted or not?

"Thor," he whispered. "Oh, brother, you will never understand how glad I am to see you." The blond took a seat beside him.

"Where is your queen, brother," he inquired. Loki gestured to the set of doors in front of them.

"Labor started swiftly," he answered softly. "Next thing I know, they're taking her in there, and I was forbidden to enter." He let one tear slip from his emerald eyes. "I don't understand. They were both healthy, both doing so well. What could have possibly gone so wrong that I cannot be by her side?"

"It probably out of caution, brother," Thor suggested. "As to why you are not allowed by her side, I cannot answer that. Just know that everything will turn out just fine."

"What is there to be cautionary about," the raven-headed man hissed.

"Keep in mind, brother, she is mortal," the older one reminded. "You are a god. They are most likely just making sure that her body can handle giving birth to the child of a god." Loki let out a bark of laughter.

"She is must stronger than they think," he replied.

"But also much more delicate than you think," Thor countered. The doors opened, and Loki lifted his eyes. "I'll shall leave you now, brother. Find me when you receive the news." He stood, but Loki didn't notice.

"My wife," he began as he stood, once again dropping the demure of king. "Is she well? Is my child well?"

"The child is alive," the young healer, Kissa, responded. "A young prince, my king." He sighed and closed his eyes, relieved that his child was safe.

"And my queen," he questioned, meeting Kissa's gaze. "Is she well? Can I see her?" Kissa shook her head.

"I apologize, my king," she answered softly. "But she did not survive childbirth." He stared, the world falling away.

She was gone.

Loki stood on the balcony, watching as the sun set behind the mountains. This time, there was no Valhalla sent Valkyrie waiting in his bed. There was no violet-eyed lover ready to hold him close and keep him warm. There was only the bitter cold of the empty sheets. There was only the reminder of what he had, and what was now lost forever.

He sighed and turned around. He would have to face it sooner or later. The quicker he dealt with it, the sooner he could focus on his son. Miekall needed him to be strong.

Meeka had picked out the name. Said it would be a better memorial for her brother. He had argued that they would have a girl.

That argument seemed like forever ago.

He whimpered at the sight. He half expected to wake up in her arms, her belly moving with every kick of their son.

But this was no dream. This was his new reality. This was his worst fear come true, his darkest nightmare come to life. This was everything he had prayed would never happen.

She was gone...

And he was alone.