Loki stalked through the palace at a quick pace, determination and frustration radiating off his pale skin. Holly had finally fallen into an herb-induced sleep in his arms after a few hours, her pain being a bit too much to handle. Since the pregnancy made it impossible for him to heal her she would have to try and bear it.

As the prince approached the stables the stable hands began to bow, confusion on their faces as he did not attend to his horse at this time of night. "Where are Lady Sif and the Warriors Three?" He asked a young boy, who was not much older than eight.

"L-Lady Sif is attending to the princess's horse and… and cleaning her wounds, sire." The boy stammered, bowing as Loki made a beeline for Katrin's stall. He made no sound as he approached Sif from behind, yanking her arm and throwing her back against the stall wall. Katrin jumped, pawing at the ground out of sudden stress. Loki soothed her with a palm to her neck and a few gentle whispers before grabbing Sif by the neck and pushing her against the wooden wall, lifting her until her feet barely touched the ground.

"Do I have your attention now, Lady Sif?" He spat angrily. The woman was useless against him, gasping for any bit of oxygen she could get into her lungs. "You would find it in your best interests to stay away from my wife… Especially after endangering her and our unborn child today." Tightening his fingers around her windpipe, he looked her dead in the eye. "I would hate to see what could happen to you should you approach her with such a proposition again. Do I make myself inexplicably clear?" Sif gasped a confirmation, crumbling to the ground as he released her. He strode away without a second glance, nodding to the bowing child respectfully.

Feeling her sore neck, Sif took deep, calming breaths. She was a warrior but no one could stand up to the likes of the territorial, protective prince. Slumping back against the wall of the stall, she sighed. It was a shame. Sif had waited for a woman as strong as herself to come to Asgard.


Loki smiled happily to himself as he looked out over Asgard, the moonlight glinting off his raven locks. She carried his child. He was so ready. He had wanted a child of his own for ages. He had silently hoped that she would become pregnant soon.

She walked up behind him silently, winding her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back. Her very subtle baby bump brushed against his ass, making him grin instantly.

"You're warm." She said, muffled by this clothing while she burrowed closer to him. Chuckling, Loki spun in her embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He kissed the top of her head and smiled into her red curls.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, "Better, I hope?"

"Yes, much." She answered. "I had to get out of bed. I needed to move."

"I understand." He laughed lightly, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

"Are you still okay?" her voice was small.

"With?" he asked, pulling back to look her in the eye.

"Having this baby." She worried her brows, eyes questioning.

"Of course, my love…" he trailed off, tipping her chin up to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Why do you doubt it?"

"I don't know…" she trailed off, feeling his warm breath against her scalp. "Everything is happening so fast."

"Are you okay with it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." She answered instantly, feeling his arms squeeze her closer. Loki smiled and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent.

"I like that you left your hair down today." He complimented, running his hand over her hair until he reached her lower back.

"Thank you." She flushed a bright red, kissing his collarbone.

"I very much enjoy this dress as well." He commented. "As much as I would rather it on our bedroom floor." Holly smacked him playfully, shaking her head. He captured her hand, bringing it to his lips.

"You're going to have to start behaving yourself…" she watched him closely through narrowed eyes.

"Ah yes. We wouldn't want to frighten the infant, would we?" he teased.

"If there is any frightening it's going to be your fault." She raised her eyebrows, holding back a laugh.

"Is it?" he said, voice low and suddenly very sensual. Her eyes widened involuntarily as he stepped as close as possible, erection rubbing against her stomach. Loki smirked as he lowered his lips to her neck, teasing her glowing, soft skin. A small whimper left her throat and she clutched his forearms.

"Don't do this to your horny pregnant wife." She pleaded playfully.

"It isn't my fault that you cannot resist me and my charms." Loki's wit was as quick as ever as he kissed her cheek, her forehead, and her lips. "Would my horny pregnant wife allow me to take care of her… horniness?" he insinuated with a sexy smirk. Holly practically dragged him back into their bedroom, drawing the curtains closed.

As Holly pushed him on the bed, she noticed the amount of mud on his boots. Curiously, she put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. "Did you go somewhere tonight?" Lifting his head off the pillows, he nodded.

"The stables." He answered.

"What were you doing there?" Holly asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she pulled the boots off and tossed them to the side.

"Teaching someone a lesson." He smirked as she untied her bodice slowly. This made her freeze.

"Who?" she asked quietly.

"It doesn't matter-" he started, sitting up and reaching for her.

"Who, Loki?" Holly demanded, crossing her arms.

"Lady Sif, I-" he was cut off by Holly's eyebrows practically flying off her forehead they moved so quickly.

"What?!" she breathed, feeling her temper flare. "What the fuck did you do to her?" Loki became angry, standing to tower over her.

"I told her to stay away from you. I-" he stepped towards her, only to be met by her pushing him backwards.

"What gives you the right-" she cut herself off, eyes searing with anger and frustration. "I'll go make this right. I always do." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out the door, leaving a confused and seething Loki in her wake.