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So, our great King Loki is now a widower and a father! How will he deal with raising a child all alone?

First, though, how will he deal with his grief?

Sit back and find out!

Love always,

Avoline

Loki held Miekall, trying his hardest to calm the newborn. He didn't have time to grieve for Meeka. Someone had to care for the young prince, and since he was the father, he had to do it. Thank Odin, he was patient.

"Loki?"

He turned, wondering if maybe, just maybe, it had all been a bad dream.

Jane stared at him, a look of pity of her face, Thor not far behind. Loki's heart sank as the child in his arms screamed even louder.

"Let me try," Jane insisted, reaching for the baby. Loki relinquished the child, watching, hoping to figure out how to sooth his son. "Hey, Miekall. What's wrong? Are you scared?" The child started to grow quiet as the blond man stood next to the king.

"She's wonderful with the little ones," Thor stated softly. Loki nodded, his mind wandering to Meeka.

"Do you love her," he whispered sadly. He turned and met his older brother's gaze.

"You know I do," the God of Thunder answered.

"Then don't make the mistake I did," the raven-haired man pleaded. "Please, if you truly love her, don't. Don't think that her body can handle it, don't think that it would be okay, just don't." His voice cracked on the last word, tears lining his eyes. The older man placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Have you yet to grieve, brother," he questioned. Loki sighed and averted his gaze to the floor.

"Someone has to care for him," he muttered.

"But how can you care for the young prince when you are barely caring for yourself," the blond pointed out. "Grieve, brother. Jane and I will care for him." The king nodded, slowly making his way to the door. He turned, glancing at the couple as they cooed over his child.

Meeka would have smiled.

He wandered through the trees, taking solace in the solitude. It would give him time to think, time to not be King of Asgard. He could just be him, the widowed father who had not a single clue what to do.

He turned to find that he had wandered far from the palace. No one would hear him. No one would find him for a few hours. He sagged against the nearest tree, clamping his eyes against the fresh wave of tears.

Why did she have to die? Why did fate have to take her from him and their son? A broken sound passed his lips as the numerous questions floated through his mind. Was this his true punishment for the chaos he had created eleven years ago? He dropped to his knees, his cloak falling around him like a blanket. She was the love his life, his everything. He had wanted at least two sons with her, maybe more.

He screamed, the pain becoming too much. Tears streamed down his face as the pent-up sorrow was let loose. It wasn't fair. She made him whole, made him want to be a better person. Why was she the one that had to die? Would couldn't fate have taken him instead? Miekall needed his mother. He needed her caring nature, not the frustration Loki had felt these past few hours.

He screamed again. There would never be another woman who made him feel the way she used to. He could never trust anyone else with his heart, or with the job of raising his child. Only Meeka would do. Only his red headed, violet eyed Valkyrie would fix everything.

But she was taken from him.

She was only 32.