The little one starts fussing at the sight of her father, and Loki is quick to comfort her. "Hush now, my darling. We mustn't wake your mother," he whispers, picking her up and cradling her close to his heart. The babe starts to calm as her father gently sways in place, his right hand lightly rubbing her back. "She worked quite hard to bring you into this world, and hasn't quite recovered yet. She needs her rest."
Loki makes his way towards the balcony connected to their room, mindful not to jostle his daughter. "You should be sleeping as well, sweetling, but since you are not, shall we go look at the stars?" he asks, placing a light kiss upon her forehead. She coos quietly, her tiny fingers clenching in his tunic. "I had quite an eventful evening," he tells her with a sigh. "Your uncle Thor is as headstrong as ever. I fear he shall never change in that regard." He settles them down on a chaise longue, carefully adjusting her so she's lying securely on the center of his chest.
"You know, had it not been for you and your mother, he and I might never have reconciled. That is a story for when you are older, however. Shall I tell you my favorite fable instead? Your grandmother Frigga would always recount it for me when I had trouble sleeping." He softly starts reciting the tale, and the gentle, even tone of his voice quickly soothes his daughter to sleep. Using his magic, he summons a blanket to firmly tuck around her. He tenderly runs his hand over her downy black hair and stares up at the stars. For the first time in a long time, he feels absolutely content.