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Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Leera, Leymina, Loofney, Feyńir, Gerathaim and Theyna are mine

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"Are you hungry?" the once mortal woman asked the raven haired god, lying on the bed with a smile on his face. The youngest son of Odin grinned and raised an eyebrow, hoisting his head up on his arm. Grinning knowingly, the trickster god allowed his eyes to roam over the precious, petite body of this dark haired beauty in his chambers, in his bed. Leera recognised the look in her husband's eyes, the glint that flickered wildly and she blushes an array of pinks and reds. Clearing her throat, a mock expression of annoyance embracing her face. "Not that kind of hungry, Loki. Are you ready for breakfast is what I meant? The other thing... Not yet" Loki had smirked at the beginning of Leera's response until the point she said 'not yet'. As Loki had remembered nothing apart from Loofney's incident, he was still in the state of mind that he was still pure, innocent, and so to have knowledge of a wife, this woman, he wished to change that, to lose his 'virginity'; but Leera had said 'not yet', and that got to him. Why not? He thought to himself, but did not allow it to bother him much and pulled himself to sit up. "Don't be upset Loki; I can see it in your eyes. I want to, but not yet. It's nothing to do with you, I'm just not ready to yet." Leera pointed out. Since she found out about the whole situation of Loki going to Midgard, of being pregnant once again, the lady Loki had no appetite as of yet for things that were implied a few moments ago. Loki nodded in understanding and slid from the bed. Leera watched as he strode over to the washroom and close the door behind himself. Pulling herself from bed, Leera mimicked Loki's actions and entered he washroom. Cleaning her face and brushing her hair, Leera looked at her reflection. It was weary. She had what looked like the beginnings of bags under her eyes, evidence of her worry and lack of sleep recently. Tidying up her appearance, Leera existed the room and chose Loki's favourite gown from her closet and stepped into it. Pulling it up over her legs and torso, Leera slipped her arms through the sleek, netted, emerald sleeves and held the top of the dress against her chest to cover her modesty. Looking over her shoulder, Leera waited for Loki to return into the room to lace up her dress. In the days where he had not been with her, Leera had not taken Loki's advice in getting a maid to help he do such things. Instead, she used what magic she knew of, what she could wells win confidence, and aided herself. Bur now, what need was there to do such a thing now that her husband had returned; not fully in his mind, but there all the same.

The washroom door opened with a creak and Loki walked out, buttoning his cuffs of the sleeves of his tunic, looking to the floor, completely unaware of his wife waiting for him to aid her in dressing. Loki was dressed in his usual garb of black leggings and boots, and an emerald green and black tunic. It fit snuggly on his torso, and accentuated his muscles that were there, even if the warriors three were convinced he had none. His hair was slicked back, draping on his shoulders, and his posture was improved, which told the lady Loki that he had did as he said, and healed his wounds. Walking further into the room, the body of Leera caught his eye and he looked up, finishing his last cuff, and gazed upon the sight of Leera holding her dress across her chest and her back exposed. "Would you be so kind as you lace me up?" Leera asked, looking over her shoulder. Loki swallowed and walked towards his wife. Leera faced away from her husband completely, and Loki took a lace, one in each hand and began to tug them, tightening them as he twisted and turned them, bringing the two sections of material together.

"This is a beautiful garment Leera" Loki spoke, tying a final knot at the top. Loki pushed Leera's hair forward, over her shoulder and down her chest so that the top of her back and shoulders were exposed to him. Leaning down, Loki kisses her skin and felt her shiver under his touch.

"It's your favourite dress..." she replied, smiling as Loki kissed her. Loki hummed against her skin then stood tall, placing his arms on her shoulders and spun her around to face his.

"Dressing to impress are we?" he replies playfully, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't be so sure of yourself" Leera rolled her eyes, her tone playful. Smacking his chest lightly, Leera took a step backwards but Loki reached out a hand and caught her wrist. Leera gasped and looked up at his face. Loki yanked her towards him once more. Leera exhaled loudly as her chest came in contact with her husbands. Loki raked his hands through Leera's black locks and placed his lips firmly on her's. Leera melted under his embrace and grabbed hold of Loki's tunic tightly in her hands.

"I am extremely hungry" Loki replied hotly as he broke away and held Leera against him.

"Yes, I can tell" she chuckled in response and Loki dropped his arms, allowing Leera to move. Loki was about to retort something sarcastic as was his way when a little knock sounded on the door and it opened. Little Loofney walked it, his expression weary as he eyed his father. The emerald green god felt a sense of pride as this small boy in his room was his son. He was a spitting image of what he looked like when he was roughly his age. Loki stood straight and placed his arms behind his back, looking at the small child.

"Does he remember mother?" Loofney whispered and he walked to his mother, but his eyes never leaving his father. Leera chuckled and placed a hand on Loofney's head, stroking his hair comfortingly.

"Not completely. Don't be shy; he is still your father. Go to him" Leera spoke, pushing Loofney towards Loki. Loki himself felt slightly shy, but bid this from sight and dropped to his knees, so that he was at his sons level. Leera walked away to the cot the other side of the room to her now awake child. Loofney slowly approached his father and looked to the floor.

"Hello young one..." Loki spoke, lifting his fingers underneath the Childs chin, raising his head. "... I am sorry I spoke harshly to you yesterday. There is no need to be weary of me now" Loofney grinned and opened his arms to his father. Loki regarded him for a moment then reached forward and embraced him. It felt strange, but nice, warm, loving. Loki closed his eyes and breathed in his sons scent, placing a comforting hand on the back of his head.

"I miss you father" Loofney admitted, whispering into the crook of Loki's neck. Loki sighed and stood to his feet, bringing Loofney with him, the small boy clinging onto his father's neck. Leera felt a lump in her throat as she looked onwards at her husband and son; little Leymina led in her arms, quietly. Loki hooked his arms underneath Loofney's bottom and walked towards the door. Allowing Leera to leave first, Loki steppes aside and followed behind, using his magic to close the door. Walking down the corridor, all four were quiet, but it was not awkward, but comforting.

On reaching the entrance doors to the grand hall, Loofney wriggled in his father's arms and Loki leant forward to place him down. Loofney looked up at him and grinned, taking hold of his hand. As the guards opened the door, Loofney pulled his father by the hand and led him into the hall, his mother and sister just behind. Loki swallowed as numerous eyes fell upon him, all silent, all weary. Even Thor and his parents looked on, unsure. Loki felt a growl ripping in his throat as he glimpsed his 'brother' and had a sudden urge to let his sons hand go and run at the golden god, pulverising him into a heap of unconscious gold. But, for the sake of his wife and children, Loki walked on, looking at the floor, avoiding all the curious glances. On reaching the table, Leera placed Leymina into a raised cot (on that was provided at every meal time and set beside the table for the lady Loki). Taking her seat opposite Odin, Leera gazed up at Loki and indicated to the space next to her to sit. Loofney left go of his father's hand and rushed over to Thor to take his place there. That move made Loki's blood boil, but he chose, once more, not to react. Sitting down, Loki looked down the table at lady Sif and the warriors three, their faces beaming towards him. Loki looked unphased and moved his gaze from them, giving them no smile in return.

"I trust you slept well my dears?" Frigga spoke, raising a golden goblet to her mouth.

"Yes, thank you, very well. Loki remembered something..." Leera grinned, slicing an apple on her copper plate. Frigga's eyes widened and looked to her son. Loki was pealing a pear, keeping his gaze down away from unwelcoming eyes on his part.

"Is that so, my son?" Frigga spoke gladly, her voice filled with glee.

"Yes, it is" Loki snapped, no hint of love in his words. How could he? Show love that is, when all his years he had been living a lie under the name of Odin? He was no Odin son, he was not HER son. They had lied to him, never treated him as an equal. And not days ago, Loki thought, has was battling Thor, fighting him, saying hurtful things... How could he love him even? Loki remained focused on his pear, and Frigga sighed. They would just have to get used to this Loki once more until he remembered. Looking up at Frigga apologetically, Leera then turned her gaze to Odin. The All-Father eyed his son solemnly then smiled gracefully at his daughter-in-law.

"I sent some of my men to Vanaheim to clean up the place after we struck down each of those ghastly creatures Thanos left to roam the peaceful land..." Odin began, regarding Leera with thoughtful eyes. "... We found him... Them I should say."

"You found Feyńir and Gerathaim?" Leera gasped, placing down her food. Loki looked up curiously at the two people speaking, wondering what and earth they were talking about. Leera appeared happy, relieved, and this intrigued Loki as to what, who these people were. Did they mean something to his wife? "Is Gerathaim ok?"

"Thanos did not grant him his request..." Odin said gravely, and shook his head in disgust. "... He was hardly alive when my men stumbled upon him. It appeared that that was Thanos' intention; to bring him to the brink of death, but never allowing him to succumb to it. That poor soldier... His request to reside with his wife would never have happened if Thanos was not defeated and the Chitauri tortured him for aeons"

"So is he... Dead now?" Leera asked, looking sadly to Loki. The god of mischief was completely puzzled as to what was being discussed, but was eager to learn more.

"No... He resides in the healing chambers for now. The elder will do no such thing as to relieve him of his life, nor will anyone else for that matter; take an innocent man's breath away from him. He has asked for his master..." with the final words, Odin looked Loki full on in the face since he arrived. "He wants Loki to grant him his desire" Loki choked on his piece of apple and began to cough and splutter. All around the table and in the room eyes focused on him and mouths stopped wagging. Leera looked to her husband and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it. Loki brought a fist to his mouth to cough into it instead of spreading germs and found his eyes watering. Reaching out for his goblet, gasping, Loki downed his drink. The trickster god felt suddenly smothered; suffocated with everything around him. He now had the knowledge, on top of finding out he had a wife and children, that he killed Thanos etc., that there was a man, his supposed 'servant' that wanted him, Loki, to end his life for him. Pushing his seat backwards, and placing his goblet down, Loki rose to his seat, his throat sore from the coughing. He was fully aware everyone was watching, but he did not care.

"Loki, what is it, are you ok?" Leera asked concerned, feeling nervous herself at all the eyes aiming towards her and her husband.

"No…" Loki began, stepping backwards away from the table and into the centre of the room "… I can't do this. It's too much" And with that, Loki turned on his heels and left the room in a rush.

"We should have eased him into it. It's my fault. I should not have brought him back to his chambers, encouraged him to try and remember. I should just have let him stay in the healing chambers and give him enough time to comprehend what exactly happened. I was foolish to think that in the space of two days he would be ok, cope with even, that finding out he has a wife and children after having no recollection of the past seven years. I've just pushed him away…" Leera sighed, teary eyed as she looked back to Frigga and Odin.

"I am to blame, my dear… he appeared to be coping well until I mentioned Gerathaim. It was tactless; I should have spoken to you about it without him present." Odin said sorrowfully.

"Just, let him be. He has gone through a lot these past two days. He just needs time to adjust to the way things are at the moment. You said yourself, Leera that he remembered something last night; so there is a chance he will recall more things sooner than we think. Don't lose heart. He just needs space" Frigga spoke softly and Leera nodded in agreement. "He has probably gone to… Thor, where are you going?" Frigga cut herself off when Thor rose to his feet and walked down from the table.

"I am going to seek Loki" Thor replied, looking to his mother.

"Thor, that is not wise. Let him be for a moment." Odin spoke, his voice stern.

"His mind is in the past, father. He believes that not one of us love him, because of the lies. This is the moment when he needs loving comfort" Thor replied.

"Then I shall go, I love him!" Leera called back in protest.

"He knows you love him, dear sister-in-law, otherwise he would not have stayed with you last night, or came here this morning with you. He needs to know that his family, Mother, father and myself, love him for who he is. What better than I, the person whom he fought just days ago in his mind? I will not burden him with memories, so do not fear that much, lady Loki. I only wish to comfort him…" And with that Thor turned, his back to the table and left in search for his brother.

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As soon as he was out of sight from prying eyes, Loki ran; through the corridors, empty halls, until he reached the entrance to the palace and had the guards open the doors. Once opened, Loki ran once more, his legs carried him past tree and guard and until they finally brought him to his favourite place, out of sight; The grand tree surrounded my flower bushes that he was so fond of sitting under with his wife, away from people who may want to disturb him. Loki dropped to the ground and crawled feebly to the trunk of the tree and sat back limply, with his legs outstretched on the grass. Breathing in and out heavily, Loki closed his eyes tightly. His head hurt; with anger, pain, with everything that he had been told these past two days. Loki hugged his stomach tightly; an overwhelming sense of sickness drenching his soul. Whimpering quietly, as he felt nauseous, Loki tried, forced his mind to remember, to get out of this momentary amnesia. It frustrated him so much that he could remember nothing. If her did, he thought to himself, then none of this pain, none of these feelings would hurt so. Growling in frustration… why wasn't his genius mind working? He screamed inside.

Loki sat like this, looking slightly menacing and insane as he kept his eyes closed tightly, knocking his head against the trunk of the tree, growling, for what must me minutes, until he heard approaching footsteps. Snapping his eyes open, desisting knocking his head against the tree in frustration, Loki sat up straight. It was not long until the familiar sight of red came into view. Loki groaned as the tall, golden haired god walked towards Loki, a concerned look on his face, his cape floating in the breeze as he walked. Thor regarded Loki and came to a halt by the side of him, looking down at his brother. Then, not a moment later he dropped down by his side. Loki refused to look at his brother and pulled his knees up to his chest, looking ever so vulnerable at that moment. Thor crossed his legs and arms, and turned his head to the side to look at Loki. He did not speak, for he did not want to annoy Loki straight away, because he knew that his voice would irritate him at this moment. Loki shuffled on the grass. What was Thor here? Why was he not speaking? The silence when he was alone was bearable, but now, with company, it was highly uncomfortable. "How did you know I would be here?" Loki snapped, never looking at the god of thunder.

"I may not be as bright as you, intelligence wise, brother, but I have a good memory. You came here often as a young boy when we had a disagreement, or when father gave you a scolding when you took a trick too far, or when… when you wanted to speak to me in private, away from prying ears…" Thor replied. Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I am not that young child anymore Thor" Loki snapped.

"I know you are not… but even the most strongest of men, brother, need comfort at times; a shoulder to cry on, or ears to open up to…" Thor offered, and it was then that Loki looked at him, his face darkening.

"You think that I want your comfort, Odinson?" Loki's voice dripped with venom.

"I think so, yes. You just don't want to accept that, refuse to believe it even. Loki I'm not here to judge you; Im here to listen, to be a friend… a brother… a good listener." Thor replied, looking at Loki with sad eyes. "Much changed when you returned to Asgard after the battle with Midgard, with all of us"

"But I do not remember do I, Thor!" Loki shouted his eyes full of pain "How would I know? All I know is what I can recall, and what I can recall is living in your shadow, fighting against you and your freaky friends, being the second son, the one who would never amount to much, the stolen relic, the child's nightmare… that's what I remember thor!" Loki allowed a tear to trickle from the corner of his eyes.

"Loki…" Thor began, but Loki raised a hand to silence him.

"Enough Thor, I wish to be alone" Loki spoke wearily.

"Sometime Loki, we don't get what we want. I'm not leaving you this time" Thor answered, his voice quivering.

"Then you will receive nothing but silence, for I shall not speak to you" Loki retorted.

"That matters not. I can comfort you without words" Thor said and gripped Loki's arm, pulling him towards his chest. Loki's face hit Thor's chest and he felt his brother snake his arms around his back, holding him tightly. Loki hissed and tried to pull away, but Loki failed against his brother's strength. Feeling defeated, the emerald green prince slackened in Thor's embrace and rested his head lightly underneath Thor's chin. The god of thunder could feel his younger brother tremble under his grasp and for a moment he thought he heard a quiet, feeble sob.