Next morning, Loki awoke with the ominous feeling gone and the little weight that he had on heart because of it was gone as well.

He and Luna had the servants bring them breakfast in bed, steaming and piping hot plates of eggs and meat, and wonderful and sweet-smelling purple nectar that sparkled from the gleam of sunlight. They planned out their day and enjoyed each other's smiles, laughter, and love; just enjoying one another's company.

Soon, Loki and Luna took showers and went into the grand halls. It wasn't until they got there that Loki's heart dropped to the floor once he saw who his father was talking to…

His old friend –if you could even call him that- Dreco Roman from the Alfheim.

Loki knew something evil was coming, but he never, ever expected him to be that big something.

Dreco's hazel green eyes shine mischievously as he saw Loki's surprised face. His lips formed a cat-like smirk when he saw Luna and Solene.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. I feel like I haven't seen you in millennia, my dear Loki." Roman announced, walking toward Loki, looking at Luna from a side glance.

Loki inadvertently grabbed Luna's hand as he nodded his old childhood acquaintance.

"Yes, things have happened since we last saw each other. A lot of things actually."

"Mmm, I'd love to hear about it sometime. But for now answer me this: where have you been all these years?"

"I've been in Midgard; living my life, protecting the realm with my brother, and raising my daughter and being happy with my wife."

At the mention of a family, Dreco moved to Luna, his eyes boring into hers, they had a slight something about them that made them menacing, but she couldn't look away. However, it gave her all the more reason to look him over.

Dreco had olive-toned skin, hazel eyes speckled with a little bit of purple, and dark brown hair. His features looked a little bit dark because of his angular jaw and his slightly elongated nose, and he was a head taller than Loki. He spoke with the same eloquence that Loki spoke with and had the same suave air about him as her husband did. And judging from the regal colors of purple, yellow, white, and green she could tell that he was a royal.

Needless to say, he was undoubtedly attractive. He had his dark elf linage to thank for his dark features; even though he was the prince of the light elf realm, he was only half. His father, a noble dark elf, couldn't bare of living under a dictator, so he fled Svartalfheim, realm of the Dark Elves. Once in Alfheim, his father fell in love with the Light Elf princess who gave him a son, Dreco.

Most Light Elves are eloquent, gentle, and kind, but since Dreco was a hybrid, he was an exception; while he did have the smarts and mental quickness of a Light Elf, he had the mischievousness and vindictiveness of a Dark Elf.

A person always had to watch their guard around him.

He took her hand and kissed it. "And I'm guessing this beautiful flower is your wife?" Dreco went to pinch Solene's cheek, which elicited a giggled from her as he said, "and this little batch of sunshine is your daughter?" Dreco said indirectly to Loki, looking back at Luna. She couldn't help but blush.

"Yes, Dreco." Loki said, anger seething through his teeth.

"Are you a Midgardian, my dear?" He asked as Luna nodded and blushed.

"Yes, I am, Dreco."

He chuckled and brought his head back, to reveal his peculiar ears: they were pointed.

"If I knew there were goddesses of your caliber on Midgard, I would've have been going there a lot more frequently…" He kissed her hand softly again.

"Dreco, if you don't mind me asking: your ears…are you an elf?" Luna queried.

He leaned into Luna, who took a step back, and asked, "Why, yes I am. Does that…intrigue you? Alfheim is a beautiful place; a beautiful oasis, waterfalls as far as the eye could see, and in the middle of all of that lush greenery, higher than the trees themselves…is my beautiful castle; a silver beacon lighting its way for travelers." His voice went down to nothing but a whisper.

"I can show you thing your beautiful little Midgardian mind couldn't even conceive." Dreco's face was only inches away from Luna's as he stared at her with wide and crazy eyes.

Loki had enough. He pushed Dreco back from Luna and took Solene into his arms.

"That's quite enough, Dreco." Loki growled, holding his daughter and wife close.

"Yes, I do apologize." Dreco only half meant, straightening out his robes and stood regally.

The air in the room was filled with so much tension that you could cut it with a sword. Everybody in the room gave each other awkward glances; they were just waiting for Loki to take the first punch from the way he was staring at the elf.

Everybody knew that Loki and Dreco haven't had friendly feelings since they were kids. Dreco always felt better than Loki, even though Loki wanted to be friends with him. He always wanted the small Asgardian prince to have nothing. Little did they know that the reason he felt this way was because all those years ago, Dreco caught wind of Loki's true lineage by eavesdropping on a conversation that Frigga and Odin were having about whether or not they should tell the younger sibling about where he truly came from; from that day on, he despised Loki with everything he had. He didn't deserve any of the royal treatment since he was a disgusting little Jotun.

Dreco thought that he should've been left to die.

That's why he always had to one up Loki in some way, or he just had to take everything he could away from him the best way he could.

Loki looked over at Dreco with disgust. "How long are you going to stay here, Roman?"

"Oh well, I haven't been in Asgard in rather a long time, so I was thinking about talking a stroll around the royal gardens and orchards."

"Hm," Loki hummed. "Have fun with that then." He and Luna started to walk out of the castle when Dreco yelled to them.

"I'll see you two lovely people tonight at dinner!"

Both Loki and Luna turned around while Solene was sucking her thumb, not having a care in the world.

"…what?" Loki finally asked.

"Oh, yes." Dreco smirked, not bothering to look at either of them as he looked at a ring on his finger.

"Your father invited me since I'll be visiting." He finished with a smug look on his face.

Loki was speechless with anger. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then closed it because he actually couldn't think of anything.

However, Luna did. "Uh, well…see you until then, Dreco! Enjoy the beautiful realm." She gave him a radiant smile as she turned back around and held Loki close walking out of the castle at a brisk pace.

Dreco hummed to himself as he looked at Luna's form up and down as she walked away.

As soon as Luna and Loki were out of the grand hall and close to the main door, Luna turned to her husband. "I could feel you in there. All of your energy just wanted to attack Dreco…I'm guessing you're now very fond of him?"

"Not at all, darling."

"Me neither."

Loki nodded his head. "Trust me, Luna. You don't want to be fond of him. Dreco Roman is an evil, evil man."

And all the while, during the family's day out, Loki couldn't understand what evil intentions Dreco had up his sleeves. But, as he looked over at Luna's laughing and beautiful face and Solene's smile, something in his mind couldn't help but think it involved his wife and daughter.

…And he didn't like that at all…