It's my first day in Asgard and I hate to say it, but lOki was right, they really do hate him here. I didn't believe that the sweet, super smart, man God, that I've decided to love could be so disliked and untrusted in his own home.

We only came here because I begged to. I wanted the baby to be born in Asgard, near his immortal family in hopes that it would somehow counteract just how mortal our son would be. From the moment we crossed the rainbow bridge, there has been nothing but negative comments from everyone we meet. One woman actually pulled me aside to ask if I was beng held against my will. When I assured her that I was indeed not kidnapped and that he was actually my husband, her grey eyes widened in disbelief and she walked away muttering something about doom.

Right now we're in Loki's old chamber (that's room to you normies), the one he grew up in before he moved out and got his own castle. It's dark with a vast bed, heavily blanketed in his favourite green, and shelves upon shelves of books beyond ancien line the walls: some propped up by the occasional glass vial full of glowing liquids long forgotten.

LoLo's pacing is driving me crazy, that's why I'm writing. He keeps muttering something to himself in the old language- a spell perhaps? I know better than to meddle when he's in a tizzy. Anyway, I'm glad to be writing, it gives me glorious purpose. Loki believes that words are one's greatest power, that's why he gave me this little book in the first place. I believe, that I mated with a demi-god so I'll be part of history whether I like it or not, so I'd rather my story be told correctly than messed up by the people who think they know everything.

"But gods do not have history. They have story. And that is something a writer always has the prerogative to twist."- at least that's what Loki says.

I sound pretty pathetic right now, Loki this and Loki that, but he's really all I've got right now. Most of my friends abandoned me when I started seeing him because they thought he was a total nutter. And now that I'm here in this totally new place, I'm even more clingy than before, I just can't help it.

This waiting seems forever- I suppose when you're immortal, time means nothing. We're waiting to have an audience with his parents, he wishes to introduce me properly. I can only hope it goes better than when he met my parents... oi! He tried his best, he really did, but that didn't stop them from freaking out.

"Shaunna, isn't this the guy who attacked New York with a bunch of lizard people?" my mom noticed, darn I had so hoped she wouldn't.

"Chithuri." He corrected as politely as anyone can correct such a thing.

Then the whole 'Why do you always bring home psychopaths?' 'Isn't he like a billion years older than you?' 'He's immortal, who do you think you are, Bella Swan?' thing started. Just when things were starting to calm down, Loki popped in, all smiles and said 'You forgot to mention beastiality...' He is the god of mischief afterall, he couldn't help himself. Still, I smacked him along side the head for being a twit. He doesn't usually appreciate that sort of thing.

The next thing I knew, he had me pinned against the wall saying 'Never do that again.' in his coldest voice. My dad had had enough and screamed for both of us to get out of his house, so I grabbed Loki's hand and we both left without a word. - That's the day we conceived. I remember because I get totally turned on when he pins me against walls, and when you make a baby with a demi-god, you know.

Well, to finish my story, my parents now at least tolerate him. They didn't want to lose me so they had to just accept that he's not bad, just possibly a bit misguided and misunderstood. It took a while to explain that our violence is just how we communicate sometimes, and that I'm more prone to it than he is. But yeah, they have to love him now, he gave them a grandbaby.

Goodnight.

Ok, so maybe not goodnight. I can't sleep. It's almost morning, I can feel the light of day creeping slowly up through the curtains. The fear in my husband's dreams is enough to keep anyone awake. When he is particularly worried, his magicks go haywire, causing him to replicate at random, and things around him to explode, not to mention the occasional fire. Tonight has been one of those nights. I didn't know what to do, so I just wrapped myself around him and hummed lullabies in hopes that it would help. It seemed to because he is calm now. I suppose nobody want's to think of their silver tongued prince of Asgard like that, but it's my reality. There's a lot more to him than mischief...

I must stop writing before he awakes, we have a big day today.