The feedback for this is amazing! Thank you guys sooo much. You really have made my time off from uni really enjoyable. I have loved writing a chapter for you all every day. So, just for you, I have done an extra-long chapter today. I hope you like. This is a rather romancy one I have to say. Please tell me what you think. I love EVERYTHING you say, even if it's the same thing *grins like a Cheshire cat…then has a sudden Loki grin… then Loki just appears… and gives a wave… then bows in appreciation of his overwhelming screams from fan girls… then makes pudding… and hands everyone a bowl and spoon….*
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That morn, Loki and Leera had awoken wig a grin on their faces, knowing what would pursue this day due to their mischievous acts against dear Thor and the fair maiden Theyna. Getting dressed in loose clothing ready for measurements, Thor walked happily down the royal palace corridors utility he stopped outside the trickster's chambers. Loki and Leera were already dressed and waiting inside, and on hearing the god of thunders footsteps approach and stop on the other side of the door, the emerald green prince opened it quickly, to find the oldest son of Odin, tall with a smile gracing his lips. Loki rolled his eyes and reached his arm behind him for Leera to take his hand. Grabbing Loki, the two dark haired gods left the royal chambers, closing the doors, and followed the god of thunder in silence towards the dressmakers room the far side of the palace. Loofney was still asleep, but no trick was too hard for the god of mischief and so, Loki left a clone of himself by his son's bedside, although he need not, for he and Leera would be returning much before the golden prince. It was almost ten minutes later when the three royals stood by the entrance of the dressmakers. Leera pushed open the door and led in the princes of Odin, greeting the young, fair Theyna on approach. On seeing the royalty stood in her workshop, Theyna blushed and bowed. "My princes Loki, and Thor, what a pleasure it is to have you here this gracious morn. And you also my lady Loki" Theyna looked across to Leera and smiled. Loki nodded in answer and curled his arm around his wife's waist. Thor stood bewildered for but a moment, gazing at this fair maidens glowing face. He had not seen her before, in the golden hall or anyway else in the palace. Theyna noticed the eldest prince look on at her with war and bowed her head, obstructing the prince's view to her face. Leera kissed the lie-smith on the cheek and left him embrace, walking to stand by the maiden's side.
"Now, dear Theyna, shall we get started?" Leera asked, running a hand over the plush silk and linen garments, the eyed the black and grey leather hanging on the wall. They liked leather and metal in Asgard didn't them, Leera mused. Theyna bowed her head in answer and gathered her measuring tape, and Loki watched as she approached him and thus the mischief began.
"Measure my brother first. I am afraid my shoulder is not being pleasant to me. I feel rather ill" Loki spoke, pointing to Thor and Theyna nodded. Thor looked worriedly to his brother and watched how Loki rubbed his shoulder, an expression of pain across his face.
"Loki, do you not fare well this morn?" Thor asked concern evident in his voice.
"Alas, I do not feel at my strongest this day. I may retire from here. Stay Thor, get measured. I shall come back this afternoon" Loki replied, mastering a look of regret on his inwardly smirking face.
"Brother, I can wait till this afternoon, if you wish" Thor offered.
"You are here now. You may as well get it done. My love, can you lead me back to our chambers, I think I may need some support" Loki asked Leera, his expression pain filled. Leera nodded and gave her apologies to Theyna and walked to her husband. Supporting his body, Leera led Loki from the room and left Thor and Theyna alone.
Loki waited until he was a safe distance away and broke out into a laugh, letting his wife go and both headed back to their chambers, ready to wait for their waking son.
Theyna blushed in the presence of the almighty Thor and feebly walked towards him, measuring tape in hand. Thor watched the maiden approach and cleared his throat. "Could you raise your arms out to the side please, my lord?" Theyna asked.
"Of course" Thor smiled and opened his arms. Theyna stood closely in front of Thor and reached the tap around his back, pulling it around to the other side, all the while her face was practically resting on his muscled chest. Leaning back with an end of the tape in each hand, Theyna eyed the tape and adjusted it, pulling the two ends together.
"How does that feel? Loose enough or would you rather a little tighter?" Theyna looked up at Thor, regarding him. Thor grinned as he noticed that he made this fair maiden blush.
"Perhaps a little tighter" Thor replied and Theyna nodded and wrote measurements on a piece of paper. Walking around Thor to face his back, Theyna placed one end of the tap at the bottom on Thor's neck, and then slowly stretched the tape down so that it was just long enough to reach his behind. Theyna then noted the measurements and scurried to the table to write down the measurements. And the once more, the maiden measured Thor's arms and chest.
"We are done My Lord" Theyna blushed, looking down at the floor.
"Already?" Thor replied, accidentally letting slip a whine.
"Yes my lord. Unless... Would you care to choose your own fabric?" Theyna offered, pointing to the pile of newly bought materials on the table that was flush against the wall, underneath a glowing window. "As I believe it is to replace torn garments that you were fond of, it is only right that you find something suitable and to your liking to replace said item"
"Torn garment? I am confused..." Thor began "... My brother and I came to get measures for new clothing to go out with this night" Thor raised a confused eyebrow and recognised the same expression in Thayne's face.
"Oh, forgive me my lord. I was told it was to replace garments that both you and Prince Loki hand torn on your adventures in the forestry this morn" Theyna apologised and bowed her head. Thor reached out and raised the maidens head with his fingers so that her gaze was at level with his.
"Perhaps words have been lost in translation. I would gladly pick out materials for you that are too my liking" Thor grinned and let his hand drop, walking over to the table. "These are beautiful materials. Have you made many garments?"
"I made Lady Loki's wedding gown and several of Ladies Loki's maternity gowns" Theyna smiled.
"You truly have talent. Those garments were very outstanding. How, may I ask, are you not the head of crafts? I have met the head of crafts but not you. I do not believe I have seen you before" Thor quizzed, leaning against the table, feeding a piece of red silk through his hands.
"I have seen you, my lord... I mean, I am newly employed" Theyna stuttered and bit her lip.
"Will you be attending the autumn Harvest feast tomorrow night?" Thor asked, his eyes facing the floor and he rose to his feet and walked over to a silver silk and picked it up, walking to Theyna and placed it in her hands.
"I do believe so my lord" Theyna blushed and looked up at Thor, fining his face a near shade of pink.
"It has been a pleasure my dear..." Thor said, raising one of her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles "... Until then" Thor bowed and made his way to the doors.
"I will send a maid to your chambers this evening my prince to deliver your tunic" Theyna bowed, lowering her eyes.
"Deliver it yourself of you are free, it would please me to get to know the maiden who makes my clothing so delicate and elegant. Farewell" Thor replied, blushing and left the room. Theyna giggled, stretching out the chosen material on a free table and began to measure and cut.
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"Father, does mother eat a lot?" Loofney asked, swinging his legs on the edge of his chair in the library, looking up from his book to his father. Loki placed 'Harry potter and the sorcerer's stone', one of the seven birthday gifts given to him by Leera, down on the table and raised an eyebrow, looking to his son.
"She eats as much as anyone Loofney. Why do you ask?" Loki said, leaning back in his chair, regarding his son. Loofney copied his father and crossed his little arms.
"Her stomach is getting bigger. Has she eaten too much like volstagg?" Loki's eyes widened and laughed and Loofney grimaced at his father laughing at him.
"No my son, your mother is not eating a lot"
"Then why is she getting bigger?" Loofney whined and Loki paused for a moment. What could he say? Should he just give him a book to read on the subject to save him having explained? No, he was far too young for that. But he couldn't lie, Loofney was his son after all, he would know. Loki swallowed and sighed.
"Your mother is pregnant" Loki said, looking at his confused son.
"What does that mean?"
"Urm, it means that there is a baby inside your mothers stomach" Loki replied and chuckled as Loofney's eyes widened and his mouth dropped.
"There is a baby in mother's stomach? Why doesn't she take it out?" Loofney asked, intrigued.
"Your mother cannot take it out yet. It has to grow" Loki replied.
"Why does it have to grow?"
"Well Loofney, it needs to develop. That baby will be either your brother or sister in a few months" Loki said, watching the array of expressions including awe and confusion bounce about on his sons face.
"Really! How will the baby come out?" Loofney said, shuffling forward, interested to find out the answer.
"Well, Urm..." Loki instantly regretted talking about such things then thought of an answer. It wasn't a lie per say as Loki would indeed need to use such a thing to help Leera birth the child into existence. "By magic my son" Loofney was content with the answer and was silent for a while before he looked back up to his father.
"Can you tell mother I want a brother?" Loofney asked.
"You will either have a brother or sister Loofney"
"Why can't I have a brother?"
"Because it isn't up to your mother nor I. It will be a surprise for all of us"
"Well I want a brother not a sister, girls are no fun" Loofney sulked and returned his gaze to his book.
"Oh my dear son, your opinion will change on the female race in time, believe me" Loki chuckled and returned to reading his book.
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Thor strode down the golden corridors of the palace with a smile gracing his face. That maiden was pleasant. She had a beautiful face. He hair matched his and her craft work was exquisite. Thor did not know why, but he had dearly hoped that Theyna was free this evening, so that they might speak once more on subjects other than work. Leera was walking down the corridor and spotted Thor coming towards her. Panicking, Leera thought to leave, to run back the way she came, but it was too late, the golden prince had spotted her. "Ahh, sister- in- law! How does my brother fare?" Thor bellowed, speeding up into a jog towards her. Leera sighed as she knew that she could tell no lies without looking guilty, but tried anyway.
"Better than he was this morn, but still in pain. He is with Loofney at the moment in the library. He is tired and full of aches" Leera managed and thankfully, Thor bought it.
"Oh, then I shall resume we will not be entertaining one another this evening in our new garbs?" Thor said sadly.
"I am afraid not Thor. Did all go well with the crafts woman?" Leera asked, feeling rather pleased with herself.
"Indeed, she is a pleasantry indeed. Her workman skills are magnificent too. I shall, perhaps maybe, speak to my mother about her and her skills, to perhaps reward her higher position. She deserves it indeed" Thor explained happily.
"You sound like you had a nice time with her Thor, she is a lovely lady" Leera said, rubbing Thor's arm affectionately before walking past him. "I shall give Loki your regards!" Leera called back happily.
"Thank you Leera! I shall see you tomorrow morn!" Thor bellowed back, continuing his walk back to his chambers.
Leera scurried towards the library doors and entered, her shoe taps echoing around the large expanse of space. Spotting her two loved ones, Leera sped with a gleam in her eye. One reaching her beloveds, Leera stood whine Loki's chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. Loki groaned and placed his book on the table, forgetting his sons presence for a moment as he dropped his head back on the hair and closed his eyes, enjoying every touch his wife made, soothing the sore muscles in his injured shoulder. When Loki told Thor that his shoulder gave him grief as a way to leave his brother and the maiden alone, it was not completely false. Loki did find himself begin to experience a dull ache in the sore limb. "Happy to see me?" Leera said cheekily as she watched Loki hum with his eyes closed tight, sighing because of the talented hands of his wife.
"I am happy to feel your touch" Loki replied, opening his eyes, and looked up to his wife, his head still resting on the back of the chair.
"I bet you are" Leera smirked and leaned down, kissing Loki's lips. She kissed him for a while until she heard her son gag and both parents looked up worried. When they looked at their sons face they were unimpressed. Loofney was mimicking being sick at the sight of his parents kissing.
"That's disgusting" Loofney said, wrinkling his nose. Leera chuckled and walked to her son, crouching and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"You will not be saying such things when you are older" Leera said and tapped her sons head.
"I will never do THAT to a girl! Girls are strange!" Loofney whined, looking at his father.
"I said the same thing when I was your age my son" Loki reminisced and stood to his feet. "Finish that last chapter, then we shall leave for the great hall. I am finding myself hungry and you will undoubtedly be hungry, won't you my son?" Loofney nodded. Loki took hold of Leera's hand and guided her away from the table and down an isle of books, right down to the back where it was out of sight from onlookers. Leera leant her back against the wall and grinned at her husband whom stood closely in front of her.
"I feel like a school girl hiding from her parents in the garden to kiss her boyfriend a goodnight" Leera mused, blushing.
"Something you did often?" Loki implied, grinning greatly, leaning forward and rested his head against his wife's.
"Possibly, are you jealous?" Leera replied playfully, grabbing Loki's tunic in her fists.
"maybe, but I can always pull you away into dark corners as such right now, anytime I wish, and steal your heart" Loki said lusciously, leaning in and kissed his wife on the lips. Leera wrapped her arms around Loki's neck kissing him deeper.
"You have already stolen my heart" Leera said, breaking the kiss breathlessly.
"You are mine" Loki growled playfully.
"Of course" Leera agreed and chuckled, her eyes oozing with love for her husband.
"You make me so happy" Loki confessed, sliding his hands from Leera's ribcage all the way up to her neck and pulled her forward, kissing her deeply. Leera pushed Loki forward and turned his around in one quick swoop, his back now flush against the wall. Loki raised an eyebrow and licked his bottom lip. The dark haired woman trailed her fingers down Loki's cheek, scraping her nails across the skin ever so gently, eliciting a sigh form the god's mouth. "I love you so much, let me show you" Loki said, moving his head towards Leera's and attempted to place his lips on hers.
"You showed me twice yesterday…" Leera blushed, smoothing the front of Loki's tunic.
"That does not merely express how much I DO love you, my dear Leera" Loki said, his voice deepening.
"Shhh, my love, someone will hear you speak such private words" Leera whispered and looked over her shoulder.
"Then let's be quiet…" Loki offered, grabbing his wife's hips in his hands. Leera's cheeks reddened, and lowered her eyes bashfully. Loki buried his face in the crook of Leera's neck and placed soft, delicate kisses along the soft skin. Leera sighed and tightened her grip on Loki's tunic and leaned her neck to the side even more for Loki. Loki grinned into the kiss.
"Loki stop, Loofney will be looking for us"
"No he won't" Loki carried on kissing her neck.
"Oh… Loki he… will. Please, stop" Leera said, her voice failing her.
"Mother! Father! Why are you hiding in the dark?" A sudden young voice boomed down the ally of the book isle. Leera pulled Loki from her, adjusting herself quickly and looked behind her, noticing her son standing by the top of the isle.
"I told you, Loki" Leera teased and began to walk away, but Loki pulled her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"This is not over, my lady…" Loki whispered into her ear.
"It is at the moment" Leera wiggled her hips and broke free, casting a cheeky glance back to her husband as she walked to her son. Loki chuckled darkly and walked behind his wife.
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"My Lord? Prince Thor?" Theyna tapped on the chamber door of the eldest son of Odin, biting her lips nervously as she held the newly made tunic. Waiting patiently, Theyna looked down either direction of the corridor and tapped her foot on the floor. "Prince Thor?" She tried again, rapping her knuckles at the door. A few moments later and Theyna heard a shuffling and footsteps within the room. Looking herself over, Theyna stood tall and waited for Thor to open the door. Unlocking his chamber door, Thor pulled it open and stared warmly at the craftswoman.
"My dear Theyna, you came" Thor spoke happily, his voice full of hope fulfilled.
"Of course my prince, I brought your garment…" Theyna replied, stretching out her arms and offered the tunic to the prince.
"Please, come in" Thor spoke, stepping aside with an open arm to usher Theyna in.
"My Lord?" Theyna said confused.
" I wish to try on the tunic, and shall need your opinion as to whether any adjustment need doing, as it would be unfit to undress in the hallway" Thor explained, a pink flush crawling up his neck and circled around his cheeks.
"As you wish my lord" Theyna bowed and entered the room. It was a marvellous room. Golden drapes decorated the wall. Surprisingly, vases of red and white roses were scattered along partially empty bookcases. Thor's bed covers were of a glittery golden silk and on his floor led a plush white fir rug. Theyna did not in her wildest dreams, imagine the thunder god's chambers to look so, so beautiful and feminine, yet here it stood in all its glory. She imagined it to be decorated with weaponry and other materials used for war and sparring, yet nothing as such resided in the room. Thor watched as Theyna trailed her eyes over every inch of the room, and he smiled. "You have a magnificent bed chamber my lord"
"Please, call me Thor, and many thanks for your kind words" Thor replied, removing his current tunic and set it on the bed. Theyna looked over and blushed at the prince stood half naked in all his glory, and she hurriedly turned her gaze away, extending her arm for Thor to take the garment. The prince chuckled and removed the tunic from the maiden's hands, opening in and carefully let it slide onto his body; the feeling of this silk felt magical over his robust muscles. Turning to the full length mirror Thor had dangling on the wall, the prince regarded himself and smiled. "This is truly a fine garment. What do you think?" Thor turned to face Theyna, and the maiden looked across to the golden god and looked over his silk clad chest, his muscles outlined by the luscious grey material.
"You look perfect…oh!, I mean, it looks perfect. It does not need an extra fitting, my lord" Theyna blushed incredibly this time.
"Haha, thank you, dear Theyna…" Thor chuckled "…tell me, why do you blush so?" Thor asked, genuinely interested.
"I, um, I do not know. Is that all my lord?" Theyna said quickly, rushing to the chamber door.
"Why are you in such a rush to leave my presence? Do I make you uncomfortable?" Thor said, his voice full of grief.
"No my lord. It's just, I am merely a palace worker. I do not deserve to reside in your company for such a long time. I came as you bid, to bring your garment, and all is well, thus, I shall take my leave" Theyna replied, lowering her gaze.
"It matters not to me as to whether someone is of royal standing or just a palace worker. I befriend and speak to whom I so wish. Please, Theyna, stay, I wish to talk" Thor replied, walking towards the golden woman.
"As you wish, my lord" Theyna nodded.
"Please, I have asked, call me Thor" The god of thunder spoke with authority.
"Yes my lo-, Thor" Theyna bowed, her pale skin on her face entertaining a colour resembling to Thor's cloak. Thor placed a hand under Theyna's chin and lifted her gaze to his.
"Please, do not be shy towards me" Thor asked, leaning in slightly.
"As you wish my lo-" Thor did not know what he was doing, but in that split second, he leaned in further and placed his lips over the maiden's kissing her softly…