Hello my lovelies, I'm feeling a lot better today, so I hope you enjoy this. First off, I hope you don't find it confusing. I wanted to write something that will hopefully lead you to believe something that isn't happe- well, I'm not going to say much. I just hope you kind of understand what I was going for by the end of the chapter. I'm sorry if you don't understand, I just want to escalade on Loki's illness, if you get me. Hopefully vie written it well enough to understand. Please please please comment your amazingness! Anonymous3:30, Lokiworshipper13, Savysnape7 and Writer-girl19, my most frequent fans, you really do inspire me to write more and more, and a bit shout out to all my fans of my Tumblr page who have taken a liking to this as well. You're all amazing!

Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Loofney and Leera are mine

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"Begging does not become you Thor, the mighty god of thunder..." Loki spat, a hint of jealousy dripping from his silver Tongue. Scrambling to his feet, holding onto the wall for support, Loki groaned in discomfort, gaining a glance from his wife in the corner whom had been oblivious to their conversation, that much both Thor and Loki expected. Thor exhaled in sadness and got to his feet in one swift movement. Loki, still clutching his side, moved forward into the balcony, breathing in the fresh air. Thor stood out like a sore thumb and looked to the lady Loki for some support, but he knew she would never force Loki to do anything he wished not.

"I shall take my leave then?" Thor said, rather a question that a statement, hoping Loki would talk some more to him, at least show him some emotion other that hatred. Loki shrugged his shoulders, his back facing Thor.

"If you so wish..." Loki replied, looking up at the start sky.

"I shall see you tomorrow at dinner then?" Thor asked eagerly, waiting for the reply.

"I doubt it; I do not feel up to conversing, let alone eating, with anyone." Loki responded, now facing the golden god, his expression no longer angry, but somewhat ill.

"I could come to see you, in the afternoon perhaps?"

"Were you not leaving, Thor?" Loki ignored his brothers pleading request, and moved his eyes to the door. Thor dropped his head to the ground and sluggishly strode to the door, nodding to Leera and opened the door.

"It has been nice talking to you brother" Thor said, casting a glance to the emerald prince before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Loki pinched the top of his nose and sighed. Placing down her book, Leera rose from her chair and glided over to her upset husband. Turning his back to her, Leera gently rubbed her hands over his muscles, shoulder blades and the top of his shoulder, caressing and massaging away all the stiffness. Loki relished in his wife's touch and dropped his hand from his nose, falling his head back onto Leera's waiting shoulder. Leera carried on massaging and Loki frequently gave hums and slight groans of approval at his muscles loosening.

"You're very tense Loki" Leera said, moving her hands almost professionally down his back and against his hard muscles.

"Hmmm?" Loki said, his eyes still closed, enjoying the sensation.

"I said your very tense" the dark haired woman grinned at how laid back Loki was at that moment and how he was so relaxed and not paying attention.

"Yes... Hmmm, well it is to be expected, hmmm, when Thor is, hmmm, that feels nice" Loki did not even finish his sentence and opened his mouth, a smile creeping on his face. Leera giggled and turned her head, placing a kiss on his temple. "We should do this more often..." Loki offered cheekily. Leera laughed and desisted the massaged, receiving a frustrated groan from Loki at the absence of working fingers on his tense muscles.

"Come, you need to eat something..." Leera whispered in his year and walked away. Loki's head having to lift up as Leera shoulder disappeared. Turning to face Leera, Loki noticed a platter on fruits and meats on her dressing table.

"When did that arrive?" Loki asked, surprised and raised an eyebrow.

"Well then, you two were obviously deep into conversation. I stopped reading and sent for some food."

"Oh, well..." Loki replied, cautiously approaching the food as if it were a raging beast in an attack stance. Slowly, Loki reached down and picked up a slice of pear, raising it to him mouth. Taking a small bite, Loki chewed, and looked to his wife, whom picked up a luscious red, juicy strawberry and bit into it, closing her eyes at the marvellous taste dashing around her taste buds. Loki grinned and placed the other half of the pear piece he held in his hand, into his mouth and chewed ever so elegantly.

"What are you looking at?" Leera said, blushing, as she opened her eyes and noticed her husband smirking at the now reddened face. Loki strode forward, in a stalk like stance and grasped Leera's hips, pulling her flush against his chest, looking down into her eyes.

"You are so beautiful Leera. I love you with all my being" Loki emphasized by forcing his mouth onto Leera's and taking her breath away by the passion in his kiss.

"I love you too" Leera said breathlessly, pulling away, hugging Loki tightly, and placing her head on his chest. Kissing her head softly, Loki bent down just a mere inch and scooped Leera up into his arms, walking to the bed and placing her down on the emerald silk of the bed. Conjuring a double of himself so he did not have to move from his wife, Loki number two checked on little Lokison, whom slept every so peacefully. The double returned to Loki's body, and the prince crawled onto the bed and leant down, kissing Leera gently, but with demand. Leera smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer into the embrace. Loki sighed happily as both shared a loving night together, every moment as special as they day they first met.

. . .

"Loki, wake up!" Leera said, shaking the sleeping god roughly. Months had passed, then a year, then another year. Loki's health had not changed. It seemed a frequent complaint that Loki found himself vomiting, and it came to the point where he was coughing up blood. His relationship with Leera deepened, and they became inseparable. They had since experienced several pregnancy scares, a scare more for Leera than Loki. Loki's relationship between Odin got so worse that sitting in the same room was impossible. Thor however managed to convince Loki to at least speak every so often, though not as much as he would have liked. Frigga, thought had managed to hold a place in Loki's heart, and she found that her youngest son began addressing her as mother, much to her joy. And little Loofney. Well, that was the reason for Leera trying to wake up Loki. Little Loofney had not long turned three years old, and somewhat worried his parents and family. Being three years of age, a toddler, he should have at least known words; how to speak even, but nothing. Instead he excelled in performing certain tricks with the flick of his hands, much like his father, everyone discovered.

He was sent to many healers to try and coax him to speak, bribing him with sweet delicacies, toys etc., but nothing. Even Loki and Leera sat down and tried to do one on one, but nothing. All this frustration had also had an effect on Loki's health; it tore him inside to see that Loofney was not developing at the normal rate. He spend many nights delving into books in the library, leaving Leera alone on several occasions during the night and nearly every afternoon, but nothing, he found nothing.

After all these nights, exhausted from all the incessant tries of teaching Loofney, Loki found himself returning to his chambers early; collapsing on the bed, instantly falling asleep. But much to his disappointment, someone was trying to wake him up. "Loki, wake up!" The voice was familiar, but Loki found himself falling in and out of consciousness, not wanting to reply, but sudden harsh shaking prevented him from doing so. Opening his eyes, giving them time to adjust, he found his wife, leaning over him, an excited expression on her face.

"Not tonight my love, I'm too tired…" Loki groaned, shaking his head. Leera gave him a confused expression and shook him harder again.

"Loki look…" Leera pulled Loki to a sitting position and pointed to the little bed in the corner of the room. (As Loofney was not developing at the normal rate, they found it slightly unsafe for him to have his own room just yet, so they made a minerature room in their own chambers. Yes, Loofney could now walk, but they found it dangerous to leave him alone at the given time.) Loofney sat on his bed, chuckling as he drew his finger in the dark room; a sparkling light following the traces his fingers were making, spelling his name into the air. On seeing this, Loki fell instantly awake and sat up straight, watching his son.

"Loofney?" He said, grinning at the clever boy. Loofney looked up, wide eyed and opened his mouth. Leera and Loki leaned forward excitedly, waiting for words to exist his mouth. For a few moments little Lokison opened and closed his mouth, as if deciding what to say, then his eyes sparkled.

"Loof! Loof, Loof!" Loofney chuckled, hitting his legs excitedly, bouncing up and down. Loki practically jumped from the bed and ran to Loofney, picking him up then brought him back to the bed, sitting him in between his parents.

"Loofney…" Leera said, encouraging him to say his name.

"Loof Loof Loof!" He continued bouncing up and down at the sounds coming from his mouth. Loki allowed a tear to drop from the corner of his eyes as he saw his son learning, and for once the feeling of sickness subsided. "Loofnnnn…"

"Loofney…" Loki said this time, holding his wife's arm.

"Loofnnnn. Loofnnee. Loofney!" Loofney gave a cry of glee and clapped his hands, looking back and forth form his mother to his father. "Loofney! Loofney! Loofney" Loki laughed at his excited son and pulled his onto his lap.

"Can you say mother? Mother?" Loki asked, looking at his gleaming son. Loofney sucked his thumb and wiggled a bit on Loki's lap then looked up at Leera.

"Mufer…"

"Mother, say mother" Loki said, rubbing his back.

"Mufer. Muffer. Mofer?" Loofney said, looking into his father's eyes.

"Mother, little one, mother" Loki urged. Leera sat still in anticipation, still clutching Loki.

"Mmmm, mother?" Loki grinned and nodded, looking to Leera. Loofney chuckled and looked to Leera, noticing the smiles on his parents face. The noises that came from his mouth made his parents smile! "Loofney! Mother! Loofney! Mother!" the little bot repeated, bouncing up and down. Leera grinned, leaning down, placing a finger under Loofney's chin, tickling it and kissed his nose.

"Can you say father, Loofney? Father?" Leera asked, looked at her son, showing her teeth in a loving smile.

"Fafer? Faaafer?" Leera shook her head and repeated the words again and again. Loofney relished in the noises coming from his mouth and bounced even more in his father's lap. "Father!" Loki kissed his sons head at the success of his understanding and pulled him into a hug. Loofney wrapped his arms around Loki's neck and muttered his new found words, chuckling all the while. Leera stood on the floor, spinning around with happiness at her son speaking. Then all of a sudden, Loki noticed Leera slow down, her movements almost robotic. He cast a glance to his son whose form flickered and began to fade into a blue mist. Jumping from his bed, scared, he looked to Leera whose skin began to peel from her bones, her muscles and veins on show and her eyeballs hanging form her face. Loki screamed for it to stop, but Leera walked forward, her horrifying form shaking as she caught Loki's throat and backed him against the wall. She screeched unrecognisable words at him and everything began to peel away from her until her bones dropped to the floor in a pile. Tears streaming down his face, Loki turned his gaze to the darkened corner of his room, where Loofney's bed stood. Slowly and horrifyingly the bed broke forming the wooden slats into an almost human like shape as it hovered over Loki, a shadow casting along the floor of the chambers. Loki collapsed to the floor, screaming for the object to stay away, but suddenly froze when the monsters voice resembled that of his fathers. When he looked up he saw none other than Odin and Laufey, stood side by side, closing in on his, a sword in Odin's hand and ice in laufeys, saying incoherent words containing death and destruction, about how Loki was a failure. Lifting his sword high above his head, Odin snarled, his eye sparkling with evil intent and brought his sword down with a horrifying crack on his head.

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"Arghhhhhhh!" Loki screamed, the pain he thought he was experiencing coursed through his body. Sitting up, he found the familiar surroundings of his chambers. Falling from his bed Loki scurried to the balcony away from the bed. Leera was woken from her slumber and stood, facing Loki with fear. Loki lifted his knees to his chest and closed his eyes shut tight, his hands covered his ears. Leera ran towards him, dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling Loki's hands away from his head and asked for him to open his eyes. "You! What? I-" Loki babbled, his breath ragged as he noticed a cot in the corner of the room, and he frowned. Where was the bed? Then he looked to Leera. Her hair was shorter. Shaking his head, not understanding what was happening.

"Loki what's wrong, your scaring me!" Leera cried, holding his hands.

"None of it happened?" He said, leaving Leera confused and hysterical.

"What didn't happen?" Leera said calmly, stroking Loki's soaking wet head.

"I, you. It was real, it was! We, I thought it was…"

"Loki, your making no sense!"

"How old is Loofney, is he three, where is his bed?" Loki rushed all at once.

"What? Loki, Loofney's a baby, you know that!" Leera responded, not liking Loki's scared expression as his eyes roamed the room.

"What about the pregnancy scares!" Loki spat.

"Loki, I haven't had one since before Loofney was born. You must still be feeling ill. You must have dreamt Loki" Leera explained, rubbing his arm.

"What? Dreamt?..." Loki growled "… How can I dream three years of our lives together, bit by bit, detail by detail Leera! You're lying to me! Loofney is three years of age! You just cut your hair before you came to my side to make me believe in your diabolical lies!" Loki shouted, pushing Leera from him. Leera fell back onto her elbows, crying as she looked at her suddenly deranged husband. Loki stood, slightly dizzy from getting up to fast and looked around the room, then stumbled to the cot and saw his baby of a son. Leera was right. Did he just live all of that life falsely, in his dreams? It was so real, it felt so real. Every touch and embrace of his wife, every argument with his family, every step of Loofney's growing up, every step of his health declining. . . heal declining? Loki felt a sudden rush of sickness and swayed. It was all a dream, everything. But it felt too real, he found himself saying, as he stumbled back into the wall. A rotting Leera flashed across his eyes, and his furious fathers hovering over him. Loki shook, waving his hands in front of him, to swat away the images. The Loofney's voice filled his ears as he was saying his first words. His little laughs got louder and louder in his ears and Loki screamed out in pain, dropping to his knees, holding his stomach.

Flinging open, the chamber door banged against the wall and Odin, Frigga and a terrified Thor rushed in, on hearing the frequent screams of his son, echoing down the corridor. Leera joined the others and looked on, wide eyed as Loki held his stomach, coughing up dark spots of blood, yelling as the laughs of his son turned into the poisoned words of hatred from Laufey and Odin, beating against his eardrums. With a final cry, Loki's knees gave way and collapsed on the floor, his head hitting against the wooden slabs, his head inches from the pool of blood that now formed on the floor, dripping from his mouth. The four stood in terror as they witnessed. . . what on earth did they witness? . . .