Loki has a daughter. Problems ensue...
There were many things to fear in life. Too many, in fact, to ever plan an escape from every unpleasant situation. Loki considered himself to be above most of them, though. But he wasn't. At least not anymore. And it was all Darcy's fault. That infuriating woman was to blame for this misfortune. Damn the wholly unsophisticated, yet captivating female for managing to make this real. The human had the gall to attract him into her bed, then make sure he never wanted to leave it once she was done with him. And as if that had not been enough, she went and got herself pregnant and gave birth to a boy, whom was his father's pride and joy. He had never intended to tie himself to a mortal and her progenitors. But it didn't stop there, she had just had another one.
The most horrifying thing was that this time the woman had managed to outdo herself, in the worst way possible. She had given him a daughter. A tiny bundle of exquisite appearance with fine bone structure, milky, soft skin and the most beautiful bluish-green eyes he had ever seen. Iselinn looked up at her father and Loki could feel his heart melting. He raised his face in the general direction of his wife and scowled. "Look what you've done now. She's gorgeous." Therein laid the problem. His daughter was magnificent. Even too much so. He glared at the male physician who cooed at the baby.
Darcy rolled her eyes at him. "Isn't she? She'll be the most beautiful girl here." She was clearly not impressed with his antics. "I bet she'll have a lot of attention, my pretty girl."
His exasperating spouse was a proud mother who didn't see the error of her ways. His daughter was only a few days old and already her good looks turned heads. Loki shuddered at the thought of her growing up and attending Odin's feasts. Other gods would see her there. Damn them. In that moment he decided that his daughter would never be subjected to the clumsy fawning of those oafs. With a bit of luck he would be able to keep her to her own room, secluded and safely away from blundering idiots. If only he could convince Darcy of the necessity of his actions.
"Can you imagine that twelve years from now she may come and tell us about her first crush?" Darcy gushed, a dreamy look on her face.
"Over my dead body!" the god hissed, eyes narrowing into slits. "There will be no boys until I'm dead."
"You are exaggerating. It's not like she'll grow up anytime soon. She's only a few days old."
"But they are looking at her!" he shot back furiously then glared again for good measure at the doctor. Suddenly he was very angry at her that she made him care so much. It was all her fault.
The mother smiled with a look of pride on her features. "Let them."
Loki felt his heart crack in anxiety. How could she say that? His heart was galloping inside his chest. Was it possible for a god to have a heart attack? If so, then he might be the victim of one.
"Let them not!"
Suitors beware!