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Hello new comer – KIRRAA and Hollowzo

KneelBeforeMe – Haha, yes, Loki and Leera will return with older children (little sneak peak for you) ! Haha. I know, I just had to put that in there. It's not a Loki fanfiction without it haha. Ooo, well, we shall see. Haha, please, enjoy! Much loves xx

Shadow Realm Triforce – haha, yes, yes you did. She's pregnant whoop whoop! Haha, I think Loki's sudden love for Sif is out of sympathy, not true love. That's why he's confused. He knows he does not love her, but he has the feeling that he does. Indeed, Frigga does know! Loves xx

Lylequinn15 – I know! Imagine Loki in frost giant form with black eyes and long, straight, red hair! Yum yum. Haha, back off Loki! Move away from her lol!. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Thank you for reviewing! Much loves xx

SavySnape7 – Yes, my dear, you were! :D thank you, thank you, thank you. Enjoy this next chapter! Loves x

Anonymous3:30 – Pregnant Nahari! 1). you did indeed. As soon as this is finished, they shall return to your computer screens! Haha lol! I hope you like this chapter in regards to that! 2). Sounds like a fun day with no accidents haha! Cool that you go to church! I do too :) 3). Haha, well KneelBeforeMe is British I believe :) 4). YES, YES, YES! GET TUMBLR, and please make an account on here so I can inbox you! Keep your name 'anonymous3:30, it's awesome. 5). I do what I want! I love it. I wish he would actually say that in the movies! 6). Haha, I love it. Randomly freaking out people.. Brill! I did that too, but instead of walking into a person, I walked into a lamppost "/ 7). Yes, yes, yes, I agree! We would have so much fun, and probably cause much havoc! Haha. 8). Very deep indeed, but at the same time, that was brilliant that you made that sound to your father. Sooo funny! 9). Thank you ! Much loves xxx

Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Nahari is of my own creation.

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The god of mischief sat quietly and peacefully in the dark corner of the library, engrossed in the book that settled on his lap. After his meeting with Nahari and his run in with Sif, the young god and solemnly strode to his sanctuary of knowledge and shielded himself from the world. He felt so confused. Confused about Sif, about Nahari, about what he should be feeling. He undeniably loved Nahari, there was no mistaking that; but the knowledge of lady Sif's feelings towards him, and him crushing her heart... Crushed his in turn. They only thing that distracted him from everything, was the one thing the prince had resorted too; books. Surrounding himself in several volumes, opening the first onto his lap, the emerald green god began to read, and eventually lost track of time. Nahari scurried down the halls and corridors, passing numerous guards and maids and men servants, quickly heading towards the library. She was dreading it. What if Loki disowned her now? Who would ever hear of a prince impregnating a palace maid? That would be shunned upon without a second thought. Would Loki lie with his talented tongue and say that it was not his child inside her? Many scenarios flooded her mind, and with each one, she felt her heart crunch in pain. Nothing was going right. Should she even tell him? Should she just leave the realm and return to Svartalfheim, telling Loki a lie that she loved him no more? No, she thought, she could not do that to him. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Nahari looked up and suddenly felt her blood chill as she caught the sight of a weeping warrior sat on the window sill. It did not, unusually, boil her blood to look upon lady Sif, but rather, she felt complete and utter sympathy. Slowly approaching, still weary on turning ok her, the red haired palace maid gulped hard and crossed her arms against her chest, shielding herself. "Lady Sif?" Nahari spoke quietly. The brunette warrior snapped her face towards the feminine voice and her furiously rubbed her eyes dry.

"Forgive me, I did not mean for anyone to see me in such a state" her voice croaked and she looked to the floor in shame. The black eyed half-elf steppes forward and placed a comforting hand on the female warriors arm, looking up at the woman's wet face with concern.

"Lady Sif, what saddens you so?" Nahari inquired, feeling sick at the thought that she was the cause for this upset.

"It's nothing, please, leave me be" the voice came, strained and wearisome.

"I hope you will be ok" said the red head sadly and left the warrior alone on the window sill, resuming her stride towards the grand golden library. Upon approaching the doors to the sanctuary of knowledge, Nahari took a deep break and held out her shaking hands against the door. Pushing gently, the red haired maid opened the door and slipped in, knowing exactly where the young, handsome prince would be. Almost skipping, Nahari made her way down the open expanse of marble floor and kept her eyes fixed on the figure sat down surrounded by books. Coming to a halt in front of Loki, Nahari bit her lip and looked down at him. He really had no idea she was there. Nahari thought that was a good trait, to be so consumed in a book that that is all you can see, but at the same time, it could be dangerous. If an enemy was to approach him when he was like this, he would have no clue at all, oblivious to danger. Sitting down in front of him, Nahari smiles thoughtfully and just watched him; his face a picture of peace. "Loki?" she finally said in the dark corner and the god of mischief jumped, snapping his book shut and looked wide eyed at the woman prettier on the floor.

"Nahari! How long have you been there?" Loki exclaimed, placing the book down on top of the others nestled around his feet.

"Not long at all" replied the red head, scooting backwards so that her back rested again the book case, and she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them tightly.

"What's wrong?" Loki questioned as she watches his loved curl up into the darkness. Dropping down from his chair onto the floor, Loki slid across the marble and pulled himself up beside the red haired palace maid. Sliding his arm behind her back, the emerald green prince pulled Nahari against him, resting his head on the top her her's. "Nahari, what is it..." he persisted "did you go to the healers? Are you Ill?"

"No, I am not ill" stated the woman, closing her eyes, preparing herself.

"Then that is good news" Loki replied, pushing Nahari forward slightly with his arm, and with the other arm, Loki took hold of her and lifted her onto his lap. Perched on the prince's lap, Nahari placed her hands on his chest and her eyes sparkled with fear. The god of mischief slowly and sensually stroked his slender hands up the half-elf's sides and came to a halt on her pale neck, holding her face in his hands. Bringing her forward, Loki closed the distance between them with his lips, crushing them against the woman's own. Moving with rhythmic grace, Loki sighed into the kiss and tightened his fingers in the rouge curls on Nahari's head. Nahari wrapped her arms around the young prince's neck, deepening the kiss even more if possible. Loki closed his eyes, savouring the blissful moment, and let out a pleasure filled gasped as he pulled away for a breath of air. "I love you so much" Loki breathed heavily, with flushed cheeks against Nahari's ear. Stroking his hands up and down the maid's sides for a few moments, they came to rest upon the bottom of Nahari's dress, taking hold of it gently and began to raise it

"No, Loki" Nahari said, stopping Loki's hands and removed them from her dress, placing them back on her sides. The trickster god looked had a look of confusion on his face, and his cheeks still radiated heat at a rapid pace.

"What is it?" he asked, his breath still catching slightly.

"I need to speak with you." Nahari commented, lifting her eyes to look at the young god in the face.

"We can still speak" Loki's luscious voice responded, his pale hands sliding back down towards the bottom of the dress.

"No!" Nahari raised her voice and pulled herself off from the prince's lap, crawling backwards on her hands away from him. The god of mischief frowned, but stayed where he was.

"Fine. What is it you wished to speak with me about, Nahari?"

"I went to the healers this afternoon..." she began, and waited until Loki nodded for her to continue. "I am not ill, but there is something..."

"What? What is it?" The silver Tongue inquires, suddenly concerned and Rose to his knees, kneeling in front of the woman, taking hold of her hands in his.

"... What I have been experiencing are symptoms... Loki, I'm- I'm with child... Your child" Nahari answered. The youngest son of Odin gasped and dropped Nahari's hands, scrambling to his feet, looking down at the palace maid, what colour he had draining from his face. "My lord, say something"

"Are you sure you are?" he asked, stepping backwards and bumping against the bookcase.

"Positive, I have been for six days now, Loki" said the red haired half-blood. The lie smith ran a hand through his black locks and looked down at the floor, his face pained at the information. Nahari stood to her feet and looked nervously at the mischievous prince whom now looked terrified.

"What are you going to do?" Loki asked quietly, eyeing her stomach in fear.

"Keep it, of course!" Nahari replied, taken aback at his question. Loki nodded in understanding and turned around, walking to the pile of books on the floor, picking them up in complete silence. "Loki, speak to me" the god of mischief sighed loudly and leant against the table, dropping his head.

"I did not mean for this to happen; I'm sorry" Loki apologised, his voice weak. Nahari placed her hands on her stomach and felt tears trickle down her cheeks.

"Will you disown both the child and I, now?" she whispered, sniffling. Loki snapped his head towards the trembling woman and rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms, holding her head against his shoulder, stroking her head.

"Of course I won't" she cooed, placing a kiss softly on her temple.

"Im sorry! I should have been cautious" Nahari cried, wetting the emerald prince's tunic with her tears.

"Shhh, it's ok. It's not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it is I. I should not have taken advantage of you so soon in our relationship. It was reckless of me to do so; especially as it was a new experience for you" Loki admitted, his

Heart stinging.

"Please do not cast me away, please, please" Nahari cries into the gods shoulder. Loki whimpered quietly, and held his love tighter; her cried of sadness hurting him.

"I will speak with my mother; she will help Nahari, she always does. Until I

Return, I want to go back to my room and stay there" Loki spoke, breaking away after kissing her head. Nahari nodded feebly and dried her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Loki, do you still love me? Will you keep me?" pleaded the half-elf. Loki, in reply, kissed the palace maids cheek and walked from the room with his posture slouched. Nahari watched the young Master of Arts stride from the room with great speed and she felt sick. Loki did not answer her. He just kissed her on the cheek, nothing more, and nothing less. Was he to cast her away after he conversed with Frigga? Was she now a burden to him? And speaking of Frigga, Nahari pondered, she knew! That was why she stared intently at her stomach. She knew she was with child and said nothing. Or did she? Did she speak with Odin after she left their presence. Was Odin aware of it all and just waited for the opportune moment to call for her and bring down judgement? Would all this now cause Loki to feel even more for Lady Sif? For that was why Sif cried, Nahari pondered, she cried because her love for Loki was not returned. But now, now would it be returned because Nahari was now with child, and would be no longer 'free', 'fun'... Desirable. The emotions and fear was all too much for the young palace maid and she felt a sudden darkness creep into her mind and consume her eye sight. Not a moment later, her body fell limp and dropped to the floor, unconscious.

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"Mother? May I speak with you?" Loki said gently, popping his head around the door of his parent's chambers, staring into the room.

"Oh, my darling son! Of course, come in" an angelic voice resounded. Loki smiled at her kind words and slid in through the gap in the door, closing it behind himself. Eyeing the golden room, the young prince tried to spot his mother, and eventually his eyes locked onto the golden queen, whom sat on a beautifully Calves chair in the corner of her room, holding a golden garment and a sewing needle. Smiling at the image of his beautiful mother, the trickster god strode over to her and, just as he did when he was a youngling, he took a seat on the floor in front of the queen. "This is such a pleasant surprise, my boy. You visit me so much less these days" Frigga exclaimed, placing her material on the table beside her and shuffled forward on her chair, cupping Loki's gave and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Your eyes are weary. What do you wish to speak to me about my love?"

"I wish to speak to you in confidence, regarding Nahari" Loki said with confidence, not in himself, but confidence in his mother, because he knew she would keep this between them both.

"You wish to speak about Nahari conceiving your child?" Frigga stated, matter-of-factly, leaning back into her chair with a smile on her face as she regarded her son's shocked expression.

"When did you..." he tried to speak but was cut off by his mother.

"Many forget what gifts I possess. I noticed this morning at breakfast, my son. This information should be joyous, should it not? So why, sweet child, do your eyes hold so much emotion of the negative sort?" spoke the queen.

"I do not know how to feel. Excited? Happy? Scared? Mother, what do I do? You know better than anyone, how the All-Father will react to this. We are not bound by marriage, nor with the promise of marriage. That is deemed as shameful" Loki explained, feeling upset with himself, expecting to see disappointment in his mother's eyes, but only saw love.

"It was indeed an irresponsible thing to do Loki. You should have kept your urges under control..." Frigga began and Loki blushed deeply at his mother's words, at the content of the conversation they were having "... But you are young, are of age, and mature; feelings such as those will be expected. I would know, I was your age once, as was your father; and I expect Thor feels the same way as you are now. But never mind, we learn from our mistakes. However, you are an adult and are capable of making your own decisions; so I have no input in decisions of such a delicate matter. I am not disappointed with you Loki, so get that from your thoughts; I can see that look in your eyes. Yes, I am very much aware of your father's opinions, and what they would be regarding this situation. There is a way to perhaps avoid such a reaction from your father..."

"And what would that be?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe if you intended on marrying her…" Frigga offered, smiling gently.

"Marriage!" Loki scoffed, standing to his feet.

"Well you love her, do you not?" Questioned the queen, also standing to her feet, and cupped her son's face in her hands, staring into his green eyes with her own crystal blue ones.

"Yes, I do. But I have not known her long enough to even consider marriage. Marriage is a live bonding; not something you can rush into, mother" argued the god of mischief.

"It matters not, how long you have known someone, my dear son. If the love is strong between the both of you, then what else matters. Your relationship and love can grow together within a marriage." Acknowledged the golden queen. Loki sighed loudly and shook his head, turning his back on his mother. "… There is another that you have feelings for." She stated, her voice firmer. The god of mischief turned back around and stared at his mother, crossing his arms.

"I know not what you mean" he denied.

"My son, when your father passed the judgement that you could not be with dear Nahari; your heart broke, you would have jumped at the opportunity to be united with her in marriage. But now, as the union is blessed, you seem… weary. Who is the other that causes such a battle in your heart? You can tell me, my love; I shall not judge" reassured the golden haired goddess. Loki was speechless and walked away from his mother, taking a seat on the giant golden bed belonging to the king and queen. Frigga exhaled and approached her son, sitting down next to him and pulled his against her in a sideways hug. "Loki, open up to me, darling"

"I feel strange. I do, undoubtedly, love Nahari with all my heart. But, finding certain things out about Sif, as well as her love for me and seeing the pain in her eyes when I denied her, it did something inside. I not only want Nahari to be happy with my in a loving friendship, but-"

"But you want Lady Sif to be happy too" Frigga spoke, finishing her son's sentence when he stopped and looked to the floor, feeling ashamed. "Do you LOVE Lady Sif?"

"I-I do not think I do. I love Nahari; I always have, but- … I'm so confused. When Nahari told me that she is with child, I felt sick. I should have been overwhelmed with happiness, at my being a father in time to come, about having a family with the woman I love; but do you know what I thought at that moment, mother? I thought, 'what was Sif going to say? How was she going to react?' what kind of a love am I to Nahari, if that is what I thought?" finished the trickster god, not realizing that he had tears trickling down his face.

"I cannot make your decision for you my sweet. But I can tell you, that whatever decision you make; a child is now in the equation. I shall support you, however, in the decision you make" mentioned the mother of the lie smith. The black haired god nodded in understanding and wiped his cheeks with the back of his sleeve. "Oh, my child" Frigga sighed and kissed his head, gently rubbing his arms in comfort.

"I'm sorry about this, mother…" Loki whispered, pulling away from his mother's arms, feeling embarrassed.

"There is nothing to apologise for, my son. Just, make the right decision, and come and tell me. I want to know that my youngest son is happy" Frigga reassured Loki. Standing up from the bed, Loki dried his eyes once more and exhaled. Straightening his tunic, the emerald green god of trickery smiled weakly at his mother. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on his mother's head and walked away, towards the door. Stepping out of the room without looking back, Loki disappeared out of sight. "Make the right decision, my sweet. It is Nahari that has your heart, not Sif" Frigga spoke to the air, her gaze never leaving the door.

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"Yes, yes, ok Thor. I shall find the book and meet you in the common room" Fandral groaned at Thor's persistent nagging as he stood at the doors of the library and rolled his eyes. Pushing open the doors, the dashing blonde warrior strode inside and gawked at the massive array of books and swallowed. How on earth was he supposed to find any book in this place. There was just too many! Walking ahead, mouth open as he eyed every section of the room, Fandral was oblivious to the body lying on the floor. Closing his mouth after some time, gathering that he probably looked rather ridiculous, fandral faced forward and instantly came to a halt. Opening his eyes wide in panic, the warrior gasped. "Nahari? Nahari is that you?" He said, but instead of waiting for a reply, the dashing god ran towards the body and dropped down onto his knees when he reached her body. " Nahari, wake up, come on, wake up" Fandral pleaded, shaking the half-elf's arm. As he shaked her arm gently, Nahari began to come around and slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing from when it made contact with the floor. "Nahari, what happened?" the warrior persisted.

"Um, where am-… oh, yes, yes im fine" the red head said and pushed herself up from the marble floor.

"That's not what I asked, Nahari. What happened?" said the warrior more stern with concern.

"I, uh, I wasn't feeling well. Can you- can you help me up please? I need to- I need to go and see Loki" Said a dazed palace maid. Fandral nodded and stood to his feet. Reaching down, Fandral pulled the woman gently up to her feet and wrapped an arm around her back for support.

"Where will he be?" Asked Fandral, walking the woman down towards the doors, ignoring the reason why he came into the library in the first place.

"His chambers" Came her short reply and the warrior nodded, leading her away in silence.

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