Chapter 13: Fairytales Do Come True
The following morning had left Ivy red-eyed and weary. She had debated with Loki for hours until the break of dawn. They had proclaimed their love for one another, but could not agree on their future. Loki refused to admit that he was in the wrong regarding his father and Thor. And Ivy declined his proposal to move with him to that horrible frosted wasteland.
Their inability to come to a resolution induced hateful accusations. Loki had told her that as a male it was in his nature to pursue and subdue, and it was in her nature to accept his male domination. He flaunted the fact that she enjoyed masochistic sex, but would not allow him to dominate her outside of the bed and that was her mortal flaw. He bated that she desired to conquer the heart of his undomesticated spirit and tame him.
Ivy ended up slapping him, declaring that he bore the wit of a rapist. Ivy's mortal blow had only made Loki laugh, which infuriated her even more.
Loki left in anger, but returned to her side a few days later, bestowing the Cosmic Cube to a pleased Odin.
So you see, Ivy lived out her fairytale dream. She got to live in a castle in a fantasy world where she could pet fauns and ride unicorns beside the supervillain she redeemed. They wed. Their first child was a beautiful dark-haired boy, who looked identical to his father.
Loki made peace with his father and brother. Thor and Loki resumed their former duties of protecting Asgard and Earth together from evil. When Odin made the final journey to Valhalla, Thor was crowned king, but Loki did not mind. He served his brother faithfully. The gods must have observed this and added a little sweetener to Loki's life. Jane and Thor had been unable to sire an heir to the throne. The title would fall to Loki's firstborn with Thor's passing.
The End...
Notes:
And thank you for reading my little fanfic deprived from cheesy romances novels of women getting knocked up by irresistible swashbucklers and living happily ever after...