Loki had left us on Wednesday, but I insisted on having my regular visitation on Friday. Njord had been happy to see Finn, play, and have dinner together on Thursday, but he had another emotional incident at bedtime. I decided to take him with me, rather than call a babysitter. I instructed him to pack some toys and books to keep him busy so Loki and I could have a conference with the Sorcerer Supreme. The boy reappeared in the living room with his overnight duffel bag for sleepovers full to bursting. "I'm not sure you need to take that much, Sweet."

"I do, Mamma," he assured me.

"No, that's too much. Let's go through to figure out what you want most."

He protectively hugged the bag to his chest. "No, I can carry it by myself. I promise."

Now I was suspicious. "Njord, what do you have in the bag?"

"Just stuff, Mamma."

"Njord, tell me what you're hiding."

He wouldn't look at me. "Nothing, Mamma." The child shifted from foot to foot.

"Njord, you can tell, or I'll dump out the bag. If you can't obey, you'll need to go to bed early this week."

His lip began to quiver, and his eyes glistened. "It's just some clothes, Mamma."

"Clothes?"

"Yes. I love you but I want to stay with Pappa. I miss him. I don't have school. Please?" my baby pleaded.

"We'll have to ask your father if it's ok and we might need to clear it with Dr. Strange, too. Why were you trying to hide this?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't let me. I thought if I packed everything, you might say yes once we were there," sniffled Njord.

"I want you to spend time with Pappa. I want to spend time with him, too. I'm glad you love him. You still need to ask first. May I see if you have all that you'll need?"

"Okay." I rifled through the bag. As I'd suspected, he'd packed a few pairs of pants and a couple of shirts, one pair of socks, and no underwear. I assumed he could stay until Tuesday, our usual gathering day. I had him bring me the rest of the items, then repacked for a better fit. It occurred to me that Loki wouldn't have quite enough food stuff for a guest, so I packed a cooler with leftovers, eggs, tea, and milk.

When Dr. Strange arrived, he was taken aback by our baggage. "Leftovers from Yule and toys to occupy Njord while we talk," I informed him.

No sooner had we stepped foot in Sweden, than the child the scrambled up the steps of the veranda to bang on the cabin door. His dad swung open the door, only to be practically bowled over. "I missed you, Pappa! Mamma said it would be okay if I came on her day, this one time. I love you!" All the boy's words tumbled over one another in one long, run-on sentence.

The prince managed to propel his son to the side so I could enter. I gave an apologetic smile. "He's been inconsolable at night. I think when he said he wanted to stay in bed with us forever, perhaps he meant it literally."

"I'm delighted to see both of you. Come in."

Dr. Strange slipped inside, too, but took a set of stairs at the back of the room to the attic space. We trekked about the grounds of the old resort campus for close to two hours. We spent the rest of our hour before lunch cuddled on the lumpy sofa, all three of us. Our son, who hadn't slept well for two nights, drowsed against his pappa. In low tones, so as not to wake the snoozing child, Loki advised me that the sorcerer had spelled out the terms of his release when they'd returned two days before. If Loki chose to become a New Avenger, he'd be expected to live at the rebuilt training facility which would have quarters for families. Ant Man had a daughter who would be staying occasionally. The Scarlet Witch and Vision had twins, sometimes. Other times, they disappeared. I was mystified by this, but as it wasn't a factor in our discussion, I let it go. Until the campus was completed, apartments would be rented in a nearby complex. My love would still be under supervision, with Bucky as his mentor. Therapy sessions would be mandatory. "That wizard flat out refuses to countenance any teleportation of Njord to school," he huffed. "There is also the issue of time difference. I don't want Njord to lose his friends to be with me. He needs them." The hostility was becoming palpable.

"Take a deep breath. We'll talk through it together. Did Strange give you a reason for putting the kibosh on teleportation?"

"What is kibosh?"

"Sorry. It's Midgardian. Why is he opposed?"

"He still doesn't want me unsupervised. To make this work I have to be trusted to go back to New York alone."

"I see." I thought for a moment. "How far are you willing to go to keep Njord in Norwegian school?"

Loki turned wary. "What do you have in mind?"

"Please, my love, hear me out. What if…the sorcerer put some sort of tracking device on you? Some way he could know where you were, whether in Norway or New York or anywhere else?"

My fiancé's nostrils flared for a moment then he blew out his breath. "Yes. For my son, I'd do it." His tone was clipped.

"Alright. That may open negotiations. Next issue. You mentioned that you aren't sure you can teleport more than one person when you deliberated this with Thor."

"Correct. It can be done, but I've never had the need. I don't want to even try with Njord until I am fully capable. I can extend my powers to you so you can transport yourself. The theory behind it isn't that complicated."

"We will have to enlist the doctor in the effort to practice. I don't see any way around that. I realize it chafes," I acknowledged as Loki's color heightened," but I seriously doubt a tracker will suffice."

"And that's if he'll even give any consideration…"

"Of course," I interrupted. "Let's just assume he will as we brainstorm reasonable solutions. Thor suggested experimenting with animals. While I don't love the idea, I don't have anything better. Start off with small insects, move up to reptiles, on to mammals, then increase in size until you are positive you've mastered the task. That's the way Queen Frigga often structured her lessons."

"You're right, Darling. As long as I can practice."

"Moving on. Time difference. I believe it is six hours." I found a piece of paper and a pen. "Let's chart the important times of the day and when they occur in both places. Njord must be awake by six-thirty, Norwegian time to get ready for school. That is twelve-thirty in the morning in New York. He would get home from school if he did not attend activity school by two-thirty. That is eight-thirty AM in New York. In the evening, I must have him bathing by eight o'clock to be ready for bed by eight-thirty. New York time is two o'clock in the afternoon. Let's also factor in two days a week for activity school or playdates. Those days would have him home by four-thirty, or ten-thirty, in the morning. It seems from my chart that the best way to handle the schedule would be for Njord to bathe, sleep, go to school, then come around breakfast time in New York. We'd be able to spend four to six hours in New York each day with you, when you aren't on missions."

"We won't be sleeping together," Loki pointed out petulantly.

"Assuming you meant asleep in the same bed, no. At least during the school year. As far as sex goes, we can work that out. Once Njord gets used to being around you nearly every day, he won't be so desperate for all your attention. We could find a babysitter to keep him while we have some grown-up alone time- including sex or not. We'll still want and need to converse without him around. Obviously, our life won't be conventional according to either typical Midgardians or Asgardians, but if it works for our family, so what? You've never been conventional at any rate. We may need to make some sacrifices for each other so that all of us get our most meaningful needs met. And if these work arounds aren't enough to keep our son in Norwegian school, he'll make new friends at a school in New York. He'll need to make some new friends in New York, anyway, regardless of whether they are classmates, actually. Get used to compromise, my love. Our life together will be full of it."

"I am willing to compromise. Like my son, though, I wish we could start every day holding each other close."

A sleepy voice came from between us. "Pappa, I don't want to go home without you. Can I spend the night here?"

"We'll ask the doctor later," replied the prince. Our baby nodded and sat up. "I'm going to call Dr. Strange down so your mother and I can discuss some ideas with him. You may play quietly in here," Loki instructed the child. "If you'd rather not listen to the adults, you may play in my bedroom through that door."

Njord took his bag to his father's room. I invited the doctor down for our conference. I launched right into the exchange with my grievance. "I understand your reservations regarding Loki traveling between countries twice a day so that Njord can remain in his school. However, we have put our heads together and would like to offer some ideas to mitigate any issues. Will you hear us out?"

"I will."

"Thank you." Loki pitched the scheme of the tracking device, assuring the sorcerer of his willingness to comply with its usage, although he presented Bucky Barnes as the monitor, not the Sorcerer Supreme. He laid out my notes on the timetable for reference.

Dr. Strange pored over the chart, considering the proposal. Finally, he raised his gaze. "This appears to be well thought out. If Barnes agrees, it is a workable solution."

I beamed at him and at Loki. "Thank you! This plan is based on Loki's teleportation of Njord and him together. There will need to be some practice to assure that it can be done safely. If you and Mr. Barnes can spare an afternoon, we thought that Loki could practice with small animals, increasing in size, and assuming all goes well, finishing by transporting myself and Njord to New York and back." This was the issue I was concerned would be the dealbreaker.

"I'll contact Barnes after lunch."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "I'll heat up some leftovers!" I hummed as I prepared the meal and Loki called Njord to wash his hands.

We gathered at the table and my single-minded child piped up, "Dr. Strange, may I stay here with Pappa this week? I don't have school. Mamma can stay, too."

"Why thank you, Njord," I said with a touch of asperity.

The doctor cocked one eyebrow. "What do your parents have to say? You should ask them first."

"I did," the boy replied. "They said it would be up to you."

"I suppose it will be alright," he paused as Njord cheered, "but anything you need for the week you'll need to pick up and bring back with you. I'll be at the Sanctum Sanctorum and can't make multiple trips after this evening."

"Then I'll need to go back," I responded. "I have a Monday deadline for work. But you can stay, Njord, if your father is okay with having you alone until Tuesday." Loki gave his approval.

Following luncheon, Dr. Strange disappeared back to the attic. Later, we consumed our evening meal, where the doctor informed us Bucky consented to our proposal. Loki could attempt the teleportation exercises on Tuesday. Then it was time for me to leave my boys. Loki pulled me into his bedroom for some privacy. "Sjofn, you might be the real goddess for whom you were named. You brought the wizard around so easily. You've loved me unconditionally. You are a nurturing mother. Sometimes I am cognizant how undeserving I am of you. I simultaneously want to push you away so that you can find someone who is worthy of you yet bind you so tightly to me that you can never escape. I don't mean to pressure you, but it appears that I will be released from this place soon. I want to marry you as quickly as possible. Don't wait for next week. I'll call so we can start making plans. I need you, Darling."

"Silly man. I had five years completely unbound in which I could have found someone else. My heart is yours and always will be. I am just as eager as you to marry, my love. I planned to call each night to check in anyway, I'll investigate the marriage laws in Norway on my computer. I love you, My Loki." I was enveloped in my fiancé's embrace, thoroughly kissed, and petted.

Our son called through the door. "Mamma? Pappa? Dr. Strange says he must leave. Are you going to tell me goodbye, Mamma?"

I opened the door and knelt down. "Of course, my sweet. I love you, Njord. Be a good boy for your Pappa. I'll call each night to wish you goodnight because I'll miss you. Do I get a hug?"

My baby squeezed me tight and gave me a peck on the lips. "I love you, too, Mamma. I'll miss you, too."

My cottage felt cold and empty. I'd been home alone when Njord had gone to sleepovers with Finn, but this felt different. I was stuck here. I yearned to be back at the cabin with my guys. I wasn't ready to seek my lonely bed, so I fired up my laptop. I navigated through all the info I could find on marriage in my new country. Most seemed straightforward but for one glaring obstacle- Loki had no birth certificate. I resolved to ask Valkyrie and Dr. Strange if they had any ideas. I got comfortable in my recliner, staring off into nothing, as I fantasized about my wedding. I'd definitely wear my Asgardian gown. Perhaps a circlet of flowers. The only weddings I'd ever attended had been in my childhood village or for other palace servants. I'd no notion of what aristocratic or royal weddings were like or whether Loki would wish for one that was similar. In his time impersonating Odin, he'd relished court ritual. I suspected the pleasure stemmed more from the attention focused on him, rather than any adherence to tradition. I assumed he'd want a posh ceremony, not a plain civil wedding. In my mind's eye, I saw us, Thor, a hazy figure of Bucky, whom I'd never seen or met; Kjersti, Agnetha (my friend from our palace days), Njord, and Valkyrie as officiant, since she was both Mayor and King. I experienced a pang of melancholy that Steve and Nat were gone, though I'm not sure how they'd view Loki or our marriage. Still, they'd been close friends and I would miss their presence. I spent Saturday in a flurry of activity. I completed my transcriptions and cleared out my closet, thoroughly scrubbed the bathroom, and cleaned Njord's room. I had dinner at Kjersti's again, bringing takeout from her favorite restaurant. Finn was disappointed that Njord was away, but he brightened up learning that his friend would stay in school in New Asgard and still have playdates. Kjersti had come around on the subject of Loki, especially when I shared that he would be a New Avenger. She marveled that an individual could be so altered. Knud made the suggestion that our wedding be a public event. He was of the opinion that a good many citizens would wish to see their prince marry. With his heroic actions at the Battle of Asgard and his new status as a protector of Midgard, the Asgardian man reasoned that Loki was held in regard by a sizable number. Knud would spread the word among his fellow artisans regarding the prince's new vocation. I was blessed with loving, supportive friends. At eight o'clock, I phoned my family. I was on speakerphone as Njord splashed in the cabin's bathtub. My boy detailed every minute of his day. He'd quizzed Loki about Asgard's 'old ways', so my love had begun to teach our son some of our realm's history. It warmed my heart that father and son had found a common interest. As a prince, Loki had been drilled in Asgardian history. Further, he was well-read in many subjects. My mind conjured an image of the young man ensconced in a cozy library chair as I dusted the bookroom. I was jolted back to the present by a boom and splashing water. Njord had knocked a bottle of shampoo into the tub. "Mamma, water got all over the floor! What do I do? Is Pappa going to be angry with me?" The little boy's voice shook.

"Tell him before he enters the room, so he doesn't slip. Then ask if he wants you to wipe it up with your towel after you dry off or if he has a mop. Why would he be angry?"

"Maybe he'll think I wasn't careful enough, like with the teapot that time," the child responded anxiously.

"Accidents happen, Sweet."

I heard the creak of the door. "Pappa! Don't come in, yet! The shampoo fell in the water and the floor is all wet. Should I wipe it up with my towel after I'm dry? Do you have a mop?" I could hear the apprehension in Njord's tone, but he repeated my words exactly.

"I'll get another towel. Thank you for telling me," Loki said. "I'm going to take the phone with me. Once you're dry, come to the living room. There, the floor is dry. Let the water out. Sjofn, I've taken you off the speaker."

"Hello, my love."

"Hello. Will he ever stop being frightened of me?" It was Njord's same nervous tone in a deeper voice.

"Of course. He is desperate to please you, so he is trying to be perfect. Continue to reassure him you love him when he isn't perfect, and he'll relax. This is the first time you two have been alone for more than a day. He might be afraid you won't want him to stay if he makes mistakes or that you won't want to be alone with him again. It's possible he thinks you'll decide not to be his pappa if he messes up. You know what that's like. Give him the love and tenderness you got from Queen Frigga, that you craved from Odin."

"I aspire to be a perfect father. I'm petrified I'll taint him if I'm not, that I'll turn him into the worst of who I am."

"You are trying the best you can, like every other parent. None of us is perfect. He is his own person and not a copy of you. You aren't the monster you think you are, either Loki. Love your son. It's what all of us desire- to be loved."

"He's coming. I'm putting you back on the speaker." We all chatted together for a bit then Njord asked for his bedtime story. I listened while Loki read expressively. I waited while he tucked our son into his bed after goodnights were shared. I informed my love about the marriage form we'd each need to fill out. I inquired about his preference for a low-key civil union vs. a public wedding. "I don't think we need a public wedding. Who would attend?"

I recounted my dialogue with Knud. "I don't have an inclination, either way. I just want to move quickly. However, this could be an opportunity to renew your ties to Asgard if you wish."

"I would love that, if it were possible."

"It's possible, Loki. That's what I'm telling you. Let's think about how we could accommodate so many guests. Any ideas?"

"Is there a building large enough? Could we hold the wedding outside?"

"There are some large buildings, but they'd be expensive to rent. We'd have to figure that into our budget. Outside is a no go unless we wait until May. Otherwise, it will be too cold. I was hoping to marry sooner than that." My love deserved this opportunity to reestablish himself with our people. I desired to start our life together right away. Was I willing to wait so as to provide my husband a display that worked both ways- he could prove he'd become a prince they'd be proud to claim, and they could support and welcome him back into the community, at least figuratively? Yes. I'd told Loki our lives would be full of compromise and this would be mine. "But if we can make our nuptials a day of celebration for all our people, we should. We could have as close to an Asgardian royal wedding as you prefer. I honestly have no idea what a royal wedding is like. I'll follow your lead. Just tell me."

"I'm not positive. Let me think on it. On one thing we are agreed, though, Sjofn. We must marry quickly. You, me, Njord, we've all longed to be a family and live together. A spectacle can be made anytime. Trust me, I know all about making a spectacle of myself. Since I can remember my own death and have been stuck in a semi-existence ever since, I feel this very acutely; our lives should be lived now, not put on hold. I have a new job, new friends, and a new place to live. A new wife and family will begin my new life afresh."

"I love you so much, Loki."

"I love you, too. I will brainstorm tomorrow so that when you ring up in the evening we can plan. I won't keep you up late. Goodnight, my darling Sjofn."

"Goodnight my love."

Twenty-four hours later, I was gabbing with my sweethearts via computer. Loki had proactively contacted the Sorcerer Supreme to use the electronics at the cabin that had been installed to enable therapy sessions. Njord had bathed earlier than usual so he could chat longer. He recited more Asgardian history. He proudly sang a verse of an old folk love song his father taught him that day. "I like to hear Pappa sing. He sounds good."

"Yes, he does." The song stirred in me a memory of the first banquet at which I'd served. There was an illness among the domestics, so I volunteered to help clear dishes. With the Queen at the dinner, I had few personal duties that couldn't be done thereafter, and I longed to see the splendor. I was retrieving dessert plates when the entertainment began. The princes were each prevailed upon to perform a short piece of music. I only heard snatches of Thor's air on the lute as I headed back to the kitchens. I'd just reentered the Great Hall when Loki began to sing the folk ballad. I was bewitched by the soft timbre of his baritone. The lyrics recounted lovers, eager for their wedding day. My young maid's heart was captured in that moment. Already half in love with the raven-haired prince, I fell off the cliff. I was so slow gathering the last of the plates, I was reprimanded by the kitchen staff. Fortunately, it was verbal, and I was let off easy since it was a responsibility outside my normal duties. Loki wouldn't have been aware of my presence at that particular dinner, if he even recalled performing the ballad there.

I confided my recollection to my son and praised him for his lovely boy-soprano rendition. I heard the snap of a door beyond what I could see then my prince came into view wearing a puffy ski coat, bearing an armload of firewood. As the previous night, I listened and waited for Njord's bedtime ritual to be completed, then my love joined me.

"Hello Darling. Did you have a nice day?"

"A boring day, actually. More cleaning. I may as well get as much of it done without someone else coming behind me making another mess," I chortled.

"Njord? Why, he's such a neat child," murmured his dad. "There are toys, books, and clothing strewn all about this place."

"You should make him put all the toys in his bag before his bath. If you have something he can put dirty clothes in- a box, a basket, a bag, or some such, he can do that, too. I'm sorry I didn't think to send a dirty clothes bag."

"Not a problem. I am thrilled to have him here. I can put up with a bit of clutter," my love demurred. "I have an idea for our wedding, but I am wondering, do know how many former nobles are left in New Asgard?"

"I am only aware of maybe fifty or so that I remember from my duties at court. Why do you ask?"

"Most aristocrats can use minor forms of Asgardian magic. In addition, warriors and soldiers would know enough to raise or lower air temperature when camped on a battlefield. Are there soldiers?"

"There must be. When we first landed on Midgard, we had to camp. There were men and women who instructed others how to build makeshift shelters and such. In fact, there were a few nights when it became uncomfortably chilly. Valkyrie cast a bubble of sorts around us and the air was warmed inside. I don't know who all those citizens are, but I can ask Val and Knud if they are acquainted with any. What are you thinking?"

"The bubble you describe traps the air inside, which can be heated or cooled, as needed. We could hold our ceremony outdoors with this buffer, and if we have enough Asgardians who can modify the area around themselves, we can make the temperature comfortable, even for Midgardian spouses, like your friend. Between Valkyrie, Thor, and me, we can cast a large shield. Is there a space we can use?"

Excitement surged within me. "Perhaps the place where we camped. It is spacious. Valkyrie can help me find any rules or permits that might be required. I noticed you included her in the guest list. As Mayor and King, she would make the perfect legal officiant, if you're amenable," I coaxed.

"I had hoped Thor would marry us, but I see your point. I was thinking Bucky would stand as witness with me, but Thor can do so, instead."

"Why not both? My dearest friend is Kjersti, so I will have her as witness for me. I also have a lovely friend who was a servant in the palace, and I want to include an Asgardian. We'd each have two attendants. Lastly, since my parents are gone, I want Bruce to give me away. Will that be too awkward for you?"

"No. We've been cordial over the telephone, I'm certain we can get along for a day or two for you. Let's discuss the ceremony itself. Are there any rituals you don't like? This is all new and I do what I want, anyway, so we can include or exclude whatever we choose to make the ceremony our own. I insist on the Arm Binding, not just for us, but Njord, as well. We may have to modify to just our hands to accommodate height differences, but I wish my son to be bound to my other side. And as Odin's son, Thor must pronounce the Blessing of the Allfather. Any other choices are yours," suggested Loki.

"I am happy with the traditions of home, though the vows don't quite fit for life on Earth. Midgardians have vows for their weddings in various traditions, too. We could consider those, or write our own," I mused.

"We should definitely write our own," enthused my fiancée. "Tomorrow evening we can plot our attire and décor. I can see the yawns you endeavor to hide. Get your rest. I love you. Goodnight, my darling."

"I'll call Val tomorrow about the venue and citizens with knowledge of magic. I love you, Loki. Goodnight."

On Monday, I delivered my finished transcriptions and ran my errands. I phoned Val, who promised to look into my petitions. I walked down to check in with Kjersti, who was feeling much better. I left a message for Knud regarding former soldiers. My video call with my boys proceeded as it had the previous night. Njord recounted his daily activities and sang to me again, adding a verse. Loki and I decided we would wait to contemplate décor until we were together. I'd already determined I'd wear my Yule gift. Loki would commission his garb from the artisans, starting with Knud. He couldn't settle on a design, though. "Do you have an opinion, Sjofn?"

I hesitated. "I do, but what holds a happy meaning for me may have an entirely different connotation for you. The black leather suit you were wearing during the Battle of Asgard and our escape, when you and I first connected would be my choice. It would also reinforce the memory of you fighting for our people. However, I have to assume you died in that ensemble. I can't expect you to dredge up that kind of trauma for our wedding."

"The memory of my death holds layers of meaning for me. Yes, it is a reminder of my unholy alliance with Thanos," he replied, with a haunted expression. "And also watching him torture Thor. The Titan would have killed him. I'd suffered torment and a small part of me wanted Thor to understand why I'd invaded Midgard at the Titan's behest. In the event, I couldn't watch my brother thus afflicted, much less die, for the choices I'd made. I attempted to trick my way out, as usual. It didn't work. But in those final moments, I sealed my peace with Thor. I bought time for Hulk to come out, though I thought he'd be a match for Thanos. I even managed to get in a last riposte," my prince chuckled mirthlessly. "I perished with more dignity than I deserved. It is not a wholly dreadful recollection. Given that fact, and our history, I'd be proud to wear that suit for our union. I already have my helmet." He smiled, though his eyes were glassy.

I smiled back and sniffed. "You'll be the most handsome Asgardian there- as you should be. I suppose Njord should wear his training armor? It will cement our recreation of Old Asgard, here on Earth." Loki agreed. We said our I-love-yous and goodnights and logged off. That night, I had a delightful dream of my wedding. I awoke early Tuesday morning, eager for a day with my guys. I did a couple of transcriptions while I still had some time alone. When Dr. Strange arrived, he wasn't alone. A tall blond woman was by his side. I was introduced to Pepper Potts, widow of Tony Stark, my husband-to-be's new employer. The doctor explained that she had some paperwork for Loki and that we'd reschedule with Bucky. She was casually friendly as we stepped through the portal into Sweden. I spied my son's face in the window of the cabin. In seconds, the door flew open. "Hello, my sweet! I missed you!" I shepherded my boy to the side to hug, once my thick coat was removed.

"I missed you, too, Mamma." He squeezed me forcefully. "I've had lots of fun with Pappa, though."

"I know. I'm glad you got to be with him for a long weekend. The lady talking with Dr. Strange and Pappa is his boss from his new job. We'll need to have a consultation. Can you play in Pappa's room until we're finished?"

"Okay." I pecked him on the cheek, and he scooted off.

I joined the adults at the kitchen table, giving my love a smile. He took my hand in his. Ms. Potts elucidated about the forms that were to be filed with the U.S. government to allow us to live and work there, as well as for her to pay Loki the salary that was offered. The wage wasn't large, but the living quarters, including training rooms, and tech, plus medical benefits made up for that. Loki presented a unique case, having not been born on Earth and having no surviving records from Asgard. An employee of Stark Industries had recreated records of the sort that were needed using the material Loki had submitted. He was to look over those to verify that all was correct, sign a few papers, and fill out others. They went through all the paperwork and Loki's boss put her briefcase on the table to stow them. "Ms. Potts, is one of those documents a birth certificate?"

"Yes, this one is." She pushed a sheet toward me.

"I don't mean to impose, but as you know, Loki and I are planning to marry, and would like to do so in New Asgard, among our people. I have asylum in Norway, but Loki is considered a foreigner. We need a birth certificate to get a marriage license. We'd planned to ask Valkyrie for help, but if we could get a copy of this," I indicated the paper in front of me," that will solve everything."

The lady smiled. "Of course! I'm glad to help. I'll have a copy made and send it with Dr. Strange." She gave the sorcerer a questioning glance. He nodded his assent. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sjofn."

"I'm glad to have met you. Thanks so much! We are looking forward to this opportunity for a new life." I gave Loki's hand a gentle clinch.

"Yes," my fiancée affirmed. "I am grateful. Let me know when the work visa comes through."

"We have someone we work with at Citizenship and Immigration Services who may be able to, ah, fast-track the application. We expect it in around eight weeks, rather than the usual five months. Until then, text if you need anything else to train with here."

"I will. Thank you." They shook hands and Ms. Potts gathered her case and donned her coat.

Dr. Strange bundled up, too. "I'll be back this evening, Sjofn." The circle of fiery light bloomed, and they were gone.

I squealed and Loki laughed. "Now I know where Njord gets that tendency."

"Loki, that birth certificate means we can start the process with the Norwegian government. It takes around six weeks. We can have our wedding, then you can start your job soon after. It's really happening!" I did a little happy dance.

My prince swung me around and gave me a resounding kiss. "Would you like to finish organizing our wedding? I have a sketch for the décor." He retrieved his sketchbook from his room.

Njord joined us in the living room. "Pappa asked me some of the things you like. I told him you like lots of flowers because you like to put them in the house in spring and summer. I told him you like music, too."

Loki appeared alarmed. "You were very helpful Njord. Why don't you practice the Aesir alphabet I taught you?"

"Sure!" The boy dug a notebook out of a drawer and drew letters belonging to the Asgardian language.

"Are you alright, Love?"

"I'm fine. Do you prefer any particular flowers?"

I gave him a long look but turned my attention back to the drawing. I'd brought my old bag with my laptop inside. We scrolled through images of flowers, finally settling on three we like best. I stowed the sketch in my bag to show to Kjersti. She'd been through the process of planning nuptials and could help. I was also hoping Knud's connections to the wider community of New Asgardians would mean we could support businesses owned or operated by our people. We had a lovely, lazy day. After a large midday meal, we put on our outside gear for a wondrous snowball fight. We played cards, danced to Midgardian popular music, and Loki taught Njord some more Asgardian history. "You know," I thought aloud, "you ought to write a record of Asgard. You are knowledgeable and authoring a book can't be much different from writing a play. There are some slim volumes on recent history in the Asgard section of the library, but very little chronicles before our parent's lifetimes."

"I don't know. I'm not certain I'll have time."

Dr. Strange arrived in the late evening to send Njord and me home. The boy begged to stay until Friday. I felt like he would need time to get back to the regular hours of our routine before school started back. I reminded him we could call or video chat. Loki backed me up, promising to contact us every night as I'd done. Njord was still disappointed but didn't fuss any further. We hugged and kissed our Loki goodbye, gathered Njord's belongings, and walked through the portal. Video chats occurred at eight every night. Loki gave a fifteen-minute lesson in history, then our son gave an account of his day. I put the child to bed, then my love and I visited. I gave a nightly update on the progress of our wedding. The Sorcerer Supreme had delivered the copy of the birth certificate with him Tuesday night. Valkyrie was taking care of the list of aristocratic Asgardians and had requested permits for the national park where we wished to hold the ceremony. Knud was compiling a list of commoners who'd served in the Asgardian military and was commissioned to construct Loki's leather suit. I gave him a diagram and a set of Midgardian clothes from which to figure measurements. I researched florists. Friday was the rescheduled day for teleportation practice. Njord and I hung out at the cabin while Dr. Strange conjured entryways back and forth to wherever Loki teleported. Loki entertained Njord, bringing him various animals to inspect. First, was a butterfly from South America. Second, he bore a frog from Florida, in the U.S. As he was about to return it, he whispered in my ear, "Is it Thor?" in reference to an incident in their childhood wherein he'd briefly transfigured his brother into an amphibian. He'd immortalized the moment in his play. A beautiful black and white bird with an orange beak arrived from the English coast. Next, was a domestic tabby cat. A playful golden retriever loped about, sniffing, and licking before going back to her humans. The animals were increasing in size, so the rest had to appear outdoors.

Njord and I were pulling on our gloves when a rap came upon the door. I opened it. "Baaa," greeted our guest.

We stepped out onto the porch as the wooly sheep disappeared. Out on the grounds, Loki popped into view astride a reindeer. Finally, he showed up with some sort of large, cow-like creature. It stood shivering visibly, making an odd noise somewhere between a "moo" and an "oink".

"What on earth is that thing?" I shouted.

"A wildebeest from Kenya," Loki yelled back.

"Africa? That poor animal is freezing to death here! Put that thing back where you got it, or so help me…" Just like that, they were gone.

Then suddenly, Loki and the doctor were on the veranda, sans wildebeest. "That went well. Time to test a human," my magician stated cheerfully. I could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Take me first," I commanded.

"Okay," Loki agreed. "We're going to meet Bucky in New York, so the wizard can stay here." He turned to Strange. "I'm going to introduce her, so allow us time to get acquainted. The Sorcerer Supreme quirked an eyebrow but made no reply.

I hugged Njord. "We'll be back soon. Then you can have your turn." Loki draped his arm around my shoulders. I reached around his waist. I instinctively closed my eyes. For a split second, darkness engulfed us. I peeped through my lashes to find myself in a parking lot surrounded by apartment buildings. It was not yet sunup. Streetlamps glowed orange. Yellow light shone over doorways and in stairwells. A man leaned against a wall nearby. He was tall, dark hair, sporting a goatee. He popped his collar against the frigid wind. My love led me to him.

"Sjofn, please meet Bucky Barnes. Bucky, this is my fiancée, Sjofn," Loki introduced.

We shook hands. "It is nice to finally meet you, Sjofn. I've heard so much about you. I expected to see a white light and halo, the way Loki described you," Bucky told me.

I laughed. "I am nowhere close to being an angel. Loki speaks of you, often, too. It is a pleasure to meet the man who has been such a good friend to my love. Is this where we'll live?"

"Temporarily. The training compound has already broken ground and the land is being cleared. Would you like to come inside where it's warm?" he invited.

Loki answered, "I need to bring Njord. It won't take but a moment." He vanished for maybe five seconds.

My boys materialized in front of us. At the same time, a young man called from the landing above. "Hi Loki! I heard you were coming today." We followed Bucky up the steps. "Is this your family?"

"Yes. This is my fiancée, Sjofn, and my son, Njord. Please meet Peter Parker, also known as Spider Man."

Njord's eyes rounded. "You're really Spider Man?"

"Yep. Are you really the son of a god?"

"A god? He's just my pappa." Our son had heard that Midgardians referred to Asgardian royalty as gods but having never been in Asgard and seen the true extent of their lifestyle, it made little impression on him. He was completely unaware that his father was styled the "God of Mischief". Loki tensed up beside me.

Peter sensed he'd made a faux pas and quickly distracted the boy with, "Would you like to see my suit and web shooters?"

"Wow! Yes!" Njord exclaimed.

Bucky spoke up. "Bring them to my place."

"Okay." Peter went to his apartment to grab the items.

Bucky led us across the landing to his abode, as Dr. Strange topped the stairs. "Come in. Sorry, Loki, you know how Peter is. Like a puppy sometimes. He wanted to meet your family."

My prince presented his son to his friend proudly. Peter entertained Njord, allowing him to touch the suit, showing him the web shooters and where he stored web fluid. The rest of us chattered about wedding plans, commuting between New York and Norway, and moving. We spent a nice half hour in New York. Dr. Strange broke up the gathering to take us back to the Swedish chalet. We ate lunch. The doctor went to the attic room, to read, giving us some privacy. Njord flitted about the living room, pretending to shoot webs and catch criminals. I curled up to Loki on the sofa.

My fiancé was miffed at Parker. "Why did he have to say anything about gods? I've managed to avoid explaining my appellation so far and I'd rather not have to at all," Loki fumed in a low voice.

"I imagine meeting a god was as fascinating to him as meeting Spider Man to Njord," I soothed. "Besides, Njord has heard Thor called the God of Thunder. I always referred to you as a prince and I guess he just hasn't made the connection that you have a title of god."

"Yes, well, I don't want him to hear that title. I no longer desire to be the God of Mischief and Lies. I want to be something better," my love sighed in frustration.

"What do you wish to be?"

"I don't know."

"Have you considered my recommendation of writing?"

"Yes. I admit I find it appealing. I just don't know where to begin."

"Why not start with an outline? You can organize chronologically. If you can use the computer for your outline, you can add lines whenever you remember facts or stories you want to include. Perhaps you can become the God of Myths and Stories, instead," I suggested.

"Sjofn, you are a treasure. Are you sure you aren't the goddess herself?" Loki nuzzled my ear.

I giggled. "Just a farmer's daughter."

"You aren't 'just' anything."

Njord interrupted our interlude. "Can we go for a walk outside?" We bundled back up to rove about the grounds. Back at the cabin, father and son built a snow fort, which Loki used to describe some military history. Njord practiced his warrior moves. At dinner, I apprised the doctor that Loki would need to come to New Asgard to turn in his paperwork for our upcoming marriage. I suggested he do so on a Tuesday so that it would be like our regular visitations in reverse, not taking extra time. He was acquiescent. Njord would be back in class starting Monday. We'd return to our previous schedule of Tuesdays after school and my solo Fridays, when I lingered until midday. Settling on a date two weeks out, Loki changed the subject. Departure was difficult, as always, but we opted to keep up video chats every night at eight. There were exciting developments over the next few weeks. Valkyrie assisted me with registration for permits in the park for the nuptials. Loki got an appointment with the tax office for us to turn in our documentation. Knud dropped by while Loki was in New Asgard to take some measurements and fit some preliminary pieces of my fiancé's raiment. My love stayed with us until Njord was in bed. Kjersti, my palace friend, Agnetha, and I had a day of shopping for dresses. We patronized the tailor from whom Loki had bought my wedding dress. My attendants chose designs and colors, with both gowns to be completed in four weeks. Agnetha, like I, had been a maid to Queen Frigga. She'd styled the queen's hair for many years. She would be in charge of doing our hair in Asgardian styles. A crew of woodworkers was hired to construct a dais upon which the wedding party would stand, accentuated by columns and trellises. Flowers and greenery were ordered from a few florists to accommodate the volume and short notice. Our Asgardian-born florist and her team would assemble the lot on the day. All of the former citizens of Asgard offered steep discounts on their products and services as gifts and a show of appreciation for Loki's part in the evacuation at the Battle of Asgard. My love would not allow them to go wholesale, though. He insisted that they earn some profit from our patronage. The only workers that were Midgardians were the caterers. We didn't want any of our people to miss the ceremony to work the reception. The caterers would also provide bistro tables for citizens. Long tables with chairs would be available for children. Of course, for all these orders to be placed, we had settled the greatest detail- the date. We were to be married on March fifth. We realized we had no way to contact Thor to apprise him of the date. Dr. Strange was our surprising rescuer. He was in contact with the Guardians of the Galaxy. He relayed messages to Peter Quill and Rocket Raccoon. They responded with a plan to touch down a few days prior to the event and stay until the day after. Knud and Valkyrie provided their respective lists of the New Asgardian populace who'd been aristocrats or served as military of Asgard. Loki personally contacted each one to extend a verbal invitation and petition their help to keep the air within the shield comfortable. Only a handful declined. All Asgardians received a printed invitation. Loki still had money left after Yule that he'd brought to Midgard and I had saved quite a bit, but most would be wiped out; it was worth the celebration for New Asgard and its Prince. Finally, all the planning and ordering was completed. We were just waiting on the government. Our little family was overcome with impatience. Njord spent lots of time with Finn outside, running, making snow angels, and teaching his friend Asgardian fighting tactics as he understood them. He bathed after supper, had a cup of chamomile tea, and video called his father. He still had trouble falling asleep some nights. On Tuesdays, we spent more of our day outside the cabin than inside. Walks, snowball fights, fort construction, and building snowmen became compulsory activities just to use up energy. Fridays were especially trying. It had been around a year and a half since Loki and I had been physically intimate. Now we were engaged and weeks away from our wedding. We were alone for hours at a time without urgent preparation to distract us. I earnestly made clear that while I pined for him in every way, I wanted the next time I made love to be with my husband- not fiancé. He didn't understand what difference a ceremony and paper would make- it wasn't about those. It was that our whole new life would begin with that ceremony. He still didn't quite get it, and was rather frustrated, but agreed to wait the several weeks until we were married. That lasted two weeks. The temptation was overwhelming. I switched to Friday afternoons and brought Njord. It was the only way to hold to my own resolve.

Despair twisted in my chest like Loki's daggers. He was gone. Again. This time he wouldn't come back. His kisses, his touches, his smile were all just memories. I couldn't think, only feel and those feelings dragged me down into an abyss. Nausea roiled in my stomach. I woke with beads of perspiration on my brow. I stumbled to the bathroom. I was pale and clammy. I splashed water on my face and went to make coffee. The vestiges of the nightmare, a flashback to when Thor had arrived in Midgard and broken the news of Loki's death, still held my emotions in thrall. Using some breathing techniques from a yoga class, I calmed my frantic heart. The heat from my mug of java warmed my chilled hands. Yes, that Loki was actually dead, but he'd been integrated into the Alternate Loki, whom I would marry this day. I swigged the last of the coffee and started breakfast. Njord came bouncing into the kitchen. "Mamma, when do we go to our wedding?"

"Our wedding?"

"I know you and Pappa are the ones getting married, but I'll be in the wedding, too. And Pappa says I have to be a part of the Arm Binding."

"Ah, okay. Not until one fifteen this afternoon, silly boy. We have lots of time."

"That's so long. I can't wait!" my son wailed.

"So dramatic, like your father. After breakfast, you may go outside and fight the army taking over your swing set," I suggested.

"OOO, will you help me put on my armor?"

"Not until you get ready for the wedding. You'll need to choose other clothes to fight in."

"But Mamma," he wheedled.

"No, no, and no. Not today. You will not get your wedding suit messed up or you won't stand with us," I warned.

Njord sobered right up. "Yes, Mamma."

At one forty-five, Agnetha parked her car containing Kjersti, Njord, and I with others in a lot. We trekked a quarter mile through frozen forest into the field where we Asgardians had first landed. As per custom, the guests were standing before the dais. No one had ascended the structure as yet, but it was just as Loki had sketched it. Njord, Kjersti, and Agnetha walked to the front of the crowd. I was met by Bruce Banner at the back. I could just make out a shimmer as a magical bubble enclosed the assemblage. Most of New Asgard had turned out. With the shield in place, the air warmed considerably. Snow had already been cleared from the ground. A small group of folks collected heavy coats and placed them on long tables behind Bruce and me. Valkyrie, Loki, Njord, and our attendants took their places on the dais. Thor carried a lute. At a signal from Smart Hulk, he began to play. The mass parted to each side to form an aisle through the middle. I tucked my hand into the crook of Bruce's elbow. I had no relatives to give me away, except Njord. Since he couldn't really be giving me away, I chose the brother of my heart. My love regarded me as I glided down the aisle. His appearance mirrored that as I'd boarded The Statesman in his black leather suit with green accents and green cape. Upon his head perched the open horned helmet with which I'd gifted him at Yule. Standing a little in front and to his right, our son stood in his leather armor of black and green. Bruce and I traversed the steps in the center of the dais. He led me to Loki, then repaired to ground level to observe the ceremony with Korg and Drax where they wouldn't block anyone's view. Loki took my hands in his. Valkyrie began the ceremony. She recited the Asgardian Tenants of Marriage and Family. She stepped back and Thor picked up the lute. I was confused, as this hadn't been discussed or rehearsed. Loki gave his brother a quick nod over the shoulder. Thor strummed while Loki serenaded me with the love ballad I recalled from that long-ago Asgardian banquet, that he'd taught Njord. Our son mouthed the words he knew and grinned proudly through the rest. I now understood why Loki had been alarmed when the boy had informed me during the planning stages that he'd told his father about my favorite things. My love had thought our son would spoil his surprise. Such a delightful surprise! His voice was as rich and lovely as I recalled. When the song came to an end, Njord handed over the black and green scarves he'd been holding. Valkyrie raised our clasped hands so that our forearms were touching down to the elbows. She bound our arms jointly with the black scarf. Loki turned his body and took Njord's hand. Val repeated the ritual with the green scarf, symbolizing the lifelong binding of our lives together.

We had written our vows. "Sjofn," Loki began, "You have brought connection and affection into my life. You showed me love and that I have always been loved. You've challenged me to be a good man. I have learned it is not good to be alone. I vow to listen when you need to be heard and when you offer wise counsel. I promise to be faithful and support your goals. I will love you without effort and reservation and will lay down my life for you and our family, if needed. I make these vows in the hearing of our family, friends, and people, to hold me accountable."

"Loki, my love, I was taught by your mother, Queen Frigga, to look deeper than behavior to motivation to find the person underneath. Whenever I beheld you, I saw a thirst of knowledge, an admiration of art, and a search for identity and acceptance. I vow to remind you of the good that lives inside you. I promise to stand in front of you for defense, behind you for support, and always beside you as a partner. I will support you in public, and correct you in private, if needed- and I expect the same from you. I may knock you out of your comfort zone sometimes to facilitate growth. And I vow, here before this assemblage to always love you."

Thor and Valkyrie switched places. Thor placed a hand on each of our shoulders and gave the Blessing of the Allfather. He paced back and picked up the lute. The guests reformed the aisle so the wedding party could process to the back. At the close of the music, Loki, Thor, and Valkyrie widened the shield to encompass the entire field and a park ranger's truck filled with food. The caterers had already set out the tables, but they unloaded the food that had been warming. Those with magical abilities warmed the entire space inside the bubble. During this interlude, we were unbound, then circulated among our guests, accepting congratulations and best wishes. Njord had found several friends. They chased one another happily. With all in readiness, Loki announced that the food was to be served. The Asgardian citizens were grateful for a mostly traditional wedding to remind them of our old home. Thor proudly spread the word that Loki was to be a New Avenger, to protect New Asgard and Midgard. The brothers were both hailed and feted as Warriors and Princes. They were thanked for ensuring the survival of Asgard, the people. My love was in every way treated as his brother's equal, bolstering his self-esteem. Loki's attitude was relaxed, humble, and genuinely interested in the folks surrounding him. We spent a few hours in that field communing, remembering, celebrating. At five o'clock, coats were collected, the buffer against the cold was dissipated, and the caterers began packing up. Thor still had his house in New Asgard, where Korg and Miek lived as caretakers. Njord would spend the night there. Tomorrow, he'd go to stay with Knud, Kjersti, and Finn for a week. Dr. Strange had attended our wedding. Prior to his departure, he implanted a tracking device in Loki's arm. We were free to travel for a week. We had no itinerary; we'd teleport where we wished. First, we'd spend our wedding night in our cottage in our hometown. We had not had sexual relations since before the Knife Incident. We were both burning to consummate our marriage. There was no waiting for bedtime or changing into sensual lingerie. After carefully disrobing and hanging our wedding garments, we came together in a frenzy. Bare skin, open-mouthed kisses, tongues, teeth, fingernails, the private, sensitive areas that henceforth would be only for one another; we made love as man and wife, a union of souls, as well as bodies. We visited the far-flung countries of the earth: Napa Valley on the West Coast and the Appalachian Mountains in the eastern region of the United States; London, England; Reykjavik, Iceland; Brisbane, Australia; Tokyo, Japan; Sri Lanka; Machu Pichu, Peru; the Maasai Mara, Kenya (where I witnessed the wildebeest in its native habitat). Upon our return, Pepper Potts visited to solicit our preferences for accents and décor in the new apartment building at the training compound. Loki had been approved for his work visa and given the go-ahead to move into the rentals that currently housed most of the other New Avengers. During our honeymoon, my husband had shared his powers with me and taught me how to teleport. He had to extend these abilities each time, but we were getting used to the routine. Furniture still needed to be purchased and Njord was in school during the week, so Loki stayed with Bucky until the boy and I got to New York after classes. Within several days, we'd purchased a bed, a fold-out sofa, recliner, dining table and chairs, entertainment armoire, television, computer, end tables, and lamps. We brought some kitchenware from our New Asgard house to use in New York. Loki moved in. There were still items we needed soon and wished for, but we were out of money. Even with the discounted services for our nuptials, we'd used up all of my savings. The three of us would have to make do with my income and the small wage Loki would bring in as a New Avenger. He informed me that in the New York afternoons, when Njord and I had returned to Norway, he labored on his history of Asgard. Njord had a spring break for a week in April. Loki awoke two hours early during that week to have four extra hours with us in New York. He still had to train, teleporting to the newly constructed Avengers gym and facilities with Bucky, spending a few hours each day. The individual and group therapy that ran for sixty minutes on Tuesday and Thursday were mandatory for my husband. Missions happened as needed, though he'd only been on one so far. A mission did come up but only took Loki from us for a day. There was a playground at the apartment campus, where our son spent time while Loki was training. He met two other children around his age there. Landon and Rebekah were also out of school for holiday, so they all played together every day. The Americans taught Njord some games they liked, and he taught them some Norwegian and Asgardian games he knew. My love and I established a television time for the boy of two hours, which we spent alone. We talked, watched movies, or had conjugal relations. In the weekend leading up to holiday's end, we went back to our normal schedule, to allow Njord playdates with Norwegian friends. We ate our dinner with Loki at noon- luncheon for Loki, supper for Njord and me. One May day, Bucky joined us. I enjoyed his company, and I was thrilled that my husband had a confidant who accepted him for who he was. They were discussing the history book, while Njord listened raptly. I'd shared as much as I knew with my son, but his father was vastly superior in knowledge than I. It seemed that Loki was starting so far back in Asgard's record, that he was considering volumes, rather than one compendium. Bucky inquired whether Earth sources regarding Norse Mythology would be helpful. Sometimes I still expected hauteur from Loki on anything regarding Midgard, but he simply answered in the negative, opining that the legends that had passed down bore little resemblance to reality. He did express some incredulity that he was supposed to have fathered his adoptive sister, whom he'd not known about until well into adulthood, her pet wolf, Odin's horse, and a snake. This elicited a giggle from Njord, who howled, whinnied, and hissed gleefully. Bucky caught us all off guard with his next statement. "I know you and Strange don't get along and I understand why. Have you given any thought to the to the resources the Masters of the Mystic Arts have in their libraries, though? That Wong fellow might be able to find books that are less myth and legend than actual chronicles of when your family visited Earth when you were a kid."

"I admit I hadn't contemplated that. It is worth looking into. I appreciate the suggestion," Loki thanked his friend. Later, just as I was preparing to leave for Norway, my love implored me to speak to Dr. Strange on his behalf, as I had a 'way' with the man. I promised to do so once our son was abed. The Sorcerer Supreme had no qualms over our appeal, pledging that he'd put the question to his colleague, Wong. If any books were found, he'd inform me. May wore into June. The back-and-forth travel was more wearing than I'd anticipated. Loki and I debated moving our child into a school within the New York time zone, or the Central time zone, at least, if a suitable institution could be found. I spent my evenings before bed searching for a charter or private school modeled on the Norwegian, or any Scandinavian system. I couldn't find any. I loved that we could be together for some part of everyday but the six-hour time difference was a lot. I was not longer confident I could keep up this routine for ten more years. What if we had more children? Tending to an infant with these time jumps would be a nightmare. I wanted Njord to stay in his barneskole with his friends. I wanted a baby. I couldn't have both. Loki advocated for a tutor. I had no clue how to go about doing that legally. I also hadn't broached the subject of having more children. I was afraid Loki wouldn't fancy another. He was a good father to Njord; he worked hard to be so, but he didn't know what the baby and toddler years were like, either. The school issue had an almost easy resolution. Njord's summer break commenced around the same time as Landon and Rebekah's. The boy and I were to stay in New York for the next two months, making occasional visits to Norway to see friends and for me to keep up with work. The kids met up at the jungle gym and were soon begging to go to the pool. They were too young to get in unsupervised, so I met with the other parents and we worked out an informal schedule so that at least one of us accompanied the children. We were hanging out under an umbrella, pulling out lunches, when I mentioned that I couldn't find a school to fit our needs. Rebekah was homeschooled; her mother was a mine of information on how to obtain my charter, resources, curriculum, and places like museums and youth sport organizations that offered homeschoolers special days and/or rates. Norway also had an online school for language and history classes for kids who spent some of their schooling overseas. Some homeschool families even formed co-ops and hired a teacher for particular subjects as the kids aged and the subjects became more intense. Loki and I pored over the data we'd been given and decided this would work best to cut down on the twice a day trips to New Asgard. Bucky, as Loki's sponsor for the New Avengers, affirmed we'd still be able to schedule frequent playdates and hangouts with friends. We had to break the news to our son that he'd be leaving his barneskole. He expressed disappointment, still, he wasn't a broken-hearted as I expected. The child understood he'd still be able to keep his mates in our hometown, while making new pals in New York. Indeed, Landon and Rebekah had welcomed Njord with open arms and treated him as if he'd always been a part of their friendship. I waded through the process of legally teaching my son, finding the right curriculum, and enrolling him in Globalskolen.

I finally introduced to the topic of having a baby with my husband. He was receptive but he could be impulsive. I needed for him to be sure this was his desire, too. "There are no guarantees that a second child would be as easygoing as Njord. We could have a colicky baby, special needs, or a sensitive child like you were. You can't assume that all children are the same. I want you to really think on this. There aren't any take-backs once we've created a life," I fretted.

"I will. It is important to me that our children always know they are wanted and loved. I'll discuss it with my therapist. I'm not taking this lightly, I promise." He pulled me close to press a kiss on me. "We can practice, though." Practice makes perfect!

Njord slept on the fold-out sofa in the living room. Our son clambered into bed with us most mornings. At first, he was chatty, but his father instructed him to be still and quiet until everyone was ready to wake up or he'd have to stay on the sofa. Then he'd crawl in during the late hours of the night and fall back to sleep. I expected to waken to my son's bubbly enthusiasm and my husband by my side. Instead, I was in the pre-dawn room alone, muffled tones coming from the other side of the door. I slipped from under the sheet into the warm air. I exited the bedroom, making very little noise. I made my way through the living room to see my two boys in the kitchen. They were both clad in their skivvies, raven tresses sticking out in every direction from their noggins. I had a fit of the giggles. "Mamma, you're supposed to still be in bed. Pappa said we were going to let you sleep in and bring you breakfast in bed!" Njord screeched.

"I woke up all by myself, wondering where my loves had gone. The plan was a good one but now we can all eat together."

"Why are you laughing?" the boy questioned.

"You and Pappa look funny standing over there with no jammies and your hair all askew. You are two peas in a pod."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you are just alike. And you're both adorable."

"And we're supposed to be cooking," Loki admonished. "Are you going to finish helping, Njord?"

"Coming, Pappa!" The child skipped back to the kitchen. I curled up in the recliner to await my meal.

One Friday, I was the first to open my eyes. The morning light was still gray but there was just enough to see. Njord was pressed against his dad's side, Loki's arm about his shoulders. Father and son were blue; they were in their Jotun forms. Sheer astoundment made me gasp. My prince's eyelids fluttered then twin red irises stared back at me. I mustered as sweet a smile as I could. My love smiled back. He moved his arm to reach out to me and beheld his blue skin. Horror filled his countenance; his mouth fell open in an 'O' of shock. His breathing quickened. "Loki," I whispered, "please don't wake your son like this. You're stunned, I know, but there isn't any cause for alarm," I soothed. "Njord is blue, too. One of you most likely had a dream that caused the conversion and the other turned in response to touch. Do you feel any pain?"

"No," came the ragged reply.

"Good. You aren't hurting anyone, else, either. He's moving. Please don't let your reaction scare him."

The little boy rolled over and his red eyes pierced the gloom. "G'morning, Mamma," he slurred sleepily.

"Good morning my sweet. How are you?"

"Fine."

"Are you cold?"

"No. Why?"

"You are blue."

He looked down at his body. "Whoa! Mamma, I'm blue all over!" His voice betrayed no sense of fear, only bewilderment.

"Hey, Pappa!" He twisted around. "Oh my gosh! Pappa, you're blue, too! And you have lines on your forehead and face. Do I?"

"Yes," Loki croaked.

"Wow! I want to see!" Njord scrambled off the bed to the mirror above the dresser. "I'm turning back to normal." His tone of disappointment was comical to me, but I realized my husband wouldn't be amused.

"Since you are half-Jotun, blue would still be normal for you, but I know you meant how you usually appear." I spoke as matter-of-factly as possible, as much for Loki's benefit, as Njord's.

Our son bounded back to the bed. "Pappa looks like usual, too, now. Why did we go all Jotuny?"

"I don't know. Do you remember any dreams?"

"No."

I shrugged. "Why don't you go get yourself some fruit for breakfast? You may turn on the TV until Pappa and I come out."

"Okay," and he scooted off.

I focused on my love. "Are you okay?"

"I suppose so." He still sounded faintly appalled. "What if it happens again?"

"I don't know. What if it does? What if it has happened before? Is it not common knowledge that you are Jotun? All of Asgard knows from your play."

"Well, yes, I guess so. I thought Odin's magic would keep me from the transformation, though. The first time it happened was when a Frost Giant grabbed me. If Njord changed first, that would make sense."

"Hm," I murmured, noncommittally.

"But Sjofn, if he can change, that could be dangerous," Loki's voice rose again in panic.

"Let's wait and see if it happens again. I'm not going to get worked up if it only ever happens in response to a dream. Are you hungry?" My love didn't reply but he arose to start the day. The boy was watching a children's program while we ate. When it ended, he went to get dressed. He whooped and came running out to the living room, again the blue baby icicle he'd been earlier.

"I did it!" he exclaimed. "I made myself blue!" His father dropped the bowl he'd been carrying to the sink with a crash.

"I see," I stated as calmly as I could. "How did you do that?"

"I closed my eyes and I thought about how I looked in the mirror. When I opened them, I was blue again!"

"You just concentrated?"

"Yes! Now I can be blue whenever I want!"

"NO, YOU CAN'T!" Loki shouted.

Njord's lip began to tremble, while his skin reverted to his creamy complexion. "Sweetheart, finish dressing, and we'll explain, okay?" I infused warmth and tranquility into my tone. He shuffled off while I went to embrace my husband. "He doesn't understand the implications. I don't want to completely frighten him, either. I get that this is triggering for you. Do you want me to handle the conversation alone? Do you want to be involved but let me lead? How do you want to handle this?"

"I WANT HIM TO STOP!" my prince bit out.

"I recognize that, but he doesn't have the emotional strain that you do regarding this ability. Also, I reminded you that others are aware of your parentage because you told them, so by extension, they know that our son is half-Jotun. In fact, he looks a little like the child in your play. He is going to face some issues if chooses to change at will but commanding him to stop will only work for so long. He'll rebel at some point. We have to have a dialogue. And it needs to be done calmly. Can you do that right now?"

"I…. don't know." My love sounded so lost.

"Will you let me lead the conversation?"

"Alright."

"You should probably tell your therapist about this. Can you send her a message?"

"Yes."

I heard pattering footfalls. "Hey, Sweet, come sist with me on the sofa." We snuggled up while Loki took the recliner. "I guess it is pretty intriguing that you can change your form, huh?"

"Yep! I don't remember when I was born. But I look really different," the child was exhilarated.

"You sure do. The thing is, that might be scary to other people."

"Why? It's just me."

"They might think that because you look differently, you'll act differently. Remember that time when you told me your friends' families said it was good that you were like me? And that some didn't like Loki very much and that he used to be bad? You asked me if he was bad because he was a Frost Giant."

"You said no. You said Asgardians fought wars with Frost Giants so they were afraid of them. You said Pappa heard the stories about them being monsters and he was afraid he was a monster but he isn't; I'm not either. Will people think that I am?"

I was surreptitiously observing Loki as I spoke with Njord. When he heard his son repeat my words about monsters, I saw a tear or two track down his cheek. "It is possible, Sweet. When people, whether Midgardian or Asgardian, get scared, they can forget what they know. They might forget that you are polite, helpful, and that you like them. There is nothing wrong with your Frost Giant form. It doesn't make you behave any differently, but they might forget that. It is the reason I've asked you to not talk about Frost Giants with your friends. It is the same thing. However, with your family- me, your Pappa, Uncle Thor, Uncle Bruce, even the New Avengers and their families, who have seen or know about your Jotun form- you are safe to choose when to change or how you want to look. When you are older, you'll learn how to choose who the safe people are to whom you can show your Frost Giant appearance. Both ways, Asgardian and Jotun, are normal for you. You are just as much Asgardian as Jotun, so you aren't hiding your real self, you are just reserving something special about yourself for the special people in your life. It is the same reason why you'll wear pajamas when you spend the night with Finn or Landon but sleep in your underwear at home. In fact, it is why we wear clothes when it is hot outside. There are parts of our bodies that we keep covered, except sometimes around the people closest to us. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, Mamma. I think I look cool when I'm blue. May I be blue at home sometimes?"

"Yes. Home is a safe place."

Njord got down to cross over to his dad. "Pappa do you like it when you're blue?" he innocently questioned.

"No, Njord, I don't. I used to feel different and like there was something wrong with me when I was your age. That feeling got worse as I got older. The first time I turned blue, I was fighting a Frost Giant who touched me, thinking he could hurt me. It was just my arm, but it was frightening. There used to be a casket that Frost Giants could use to turn other realms permanently icy like their own. When Odin defeated the Jotuns, he took that casket back to old Asgard. When I touched it, I transformed again. That was how I found out I wasn't Asgardian. Turning blue brings back distressing memories and I consider it dangerous." Loki spoke stiffly and hesitantly but also articulately and evenly.

"Why did the Frost Giant think he could hurt you?"

"The Frost Giant's skin is so cold it will burn Asgardian skin like ice can."

"Then why don't we burn Mamma's skin?"

"We might, in our Jotun forms. I don't really know. We weren't touching her this morning. Please be careful when you change. When we shift into our Asgardian forms-which for you is genetic but for me is a shape shift- our skin in no longer that cold."

"I can hurt Mamma when I'm blue?!"

"Maybe. I don't know, Njord."

My baby came running back to hug me. "I'm sorry, Mamma! I don't want to hurt you. I won't change to blue again," he mumbled as he began to weep.

"You don't need to apologize. You can turn but be careful about it. Please don't cry, my sweet." I held my boy close, sending Loki a reproachful glare. "Why don't you find another show to watch for a bit while I chat with Pappa, then we'll go outside."

"Okay." My child sniffled as he found the remote to the TV. I waved my husband back to the bedroom.

I shut the door with a snap. "Why did you do that?" I hissed. "I am walking a fine line between keeping him safe from those who fear his Frost Giant genetics and keeping him from being as traumatized as you were. I asked you not to frighten him!" My mamma bear instincts were in high gear.

"Should I let him hurt you? Do you not think that will damage him?" Loki asked. "I told you I wanted him to stop and I didn't change my mind. I didn't lead off with it, he asked. I wasn't going to spare his feelings, Sjofn, if it meant we are hazardous to you."

"Loki, he came out of me in that form! You've seen the video. I held him with no barrier- no blanket, not even a diaper. He nursed in that form. I just finished describing how people forget what they know when they are terrified, and here you are, doing so! My son isn't going to harm me!" I was irate.

"He was a baby with no notion of his power then. To my knowledge when Odin picked me up, I didn't burn him, either. But Njord just figured out how to become a Frost Giant ON PURPOSE! That means he possess powers. Powers neither of us completely understand. I don't want to traumatize him, I promise you, but I am going to protect you because you clearly won't protect yourself!" The agitated man threw himself on the bed. "I hurt everyone I love. Now you're at risk from me and our child. That other Loki could have prevented this. You should have never conceived."

"HOW DARE YOU?! How dare you suggest my child should not exist? That life is what kept me going when I wanted to lay down and die. His growth inside me was what gave me hope. Fighting to give him the best start in life led me to a new family connection with Thor, new friendships with Bruce, Steve, Nat, and Valkyrie. Looking out for his wellbeing widened that circle to include other children and their parents. When …you…found me in that corridor on The Statesman, I had NO ONE. You gave me my own life worth living when we conceived that little boy! I don't care if he causes a burn, it will heal. I would risk my very life for him and for you, too, for that matter! Don't you EVER again make any suggestion that either of you shouldn't exist- you insult me!" I was growing hoarse with the effort not to scream, or rather, screaming quietly. I wanted to claw Loki's eyes out. I wanted to slap him so hard he'd have whiplash. I wanted to hold him so tight he'd never feel that he was a burden ever again. I plopped on the floor and bawled.

Loki picked me up to lay me on the bed. We wound arms and legs about each other. It was desperate affection, not sexual. We were awash in despondency and tears. Njord tapped on the door to let us know his show was over. I instructed him to play alone for just a bit longer. Finally, mentally spent, Loki and I emerged. We dressed for our family walk. We went to a local park where we rambled along the winding trails. Back at the apartment, I told my boys we needed to figure out if they could damage my skin. I commanded Njord to convert to his Jotun form first, while Loki would be ready to administer healing magic, if necessary. The boy shut his eyelids. First, his face, then down his torso, arms, and hands, followed by his legs became a light hue of blue. I reached out to caress the faint lines that appeared on his forehead and cheeks. There was no pain, not even a tingle. "I'm fine," I pronounced. Next, I asked Loki to attempt the transformation. Perhaps it was different for a full Jotun. He gritted his teeth in frustration but did as I asked. Eyes squeezed tight, face taut, his skin colored into a deeper shade than Njord. As I had with our son, I traced the textures present on his countenance. The lids flew open, red irises piercing. "Nothing my love. Your skin isn't toxic," I stated softly.

Blue already receding, teal replacing crimson, my husband was confused. "Why did the Frost Giant burn Volstagg's arm in Jotunheim?"

"Perhaps it is a particular power that can be controlled, like the ability to form and manipulate ice into armor and weapons from their bodies. Whatever the reason, neither you or Njord present a danger to me or others. Please let your worry go that either of you will accidentally harm me," I pleaded.

Loki pulled me onto his lap. "I love you so much, Sjofn. I can't stand the thought of injuring you."

"I know." I did. Still, Loki wouldn't want more children after this. I was going to have to process that I likely wouldn't have the child I yearned for, though I loved Njord no less.

"May I go to the playground?" our son requested. We granted our permission. Loki let me go so he could train, and I could work.

I made a therapy appointment. I needed to work through my grief for the child that wouldn't be. I requested that my husband be responsible for our son while I was in session. "Sjofn, if this about our Jotun forms, I'd like to talk some more," Loki enjoined.

"It is connected but not all about that. What would you like to say?"

"I emailed my counselor. I want to work on this. You once cautioned me that parenting would expose our own wounds, or something to that effect. Also, that I should be the father I wish I'd had. I am trying. Not only for Njord but also any other children. Of course, I'll keep track of our boy while you seek help. I just wanted you to know," he confessed.

I wasn't sure I heard right. "Are you saying you are still considering a baby?" I asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he replied, taken aback. "I told you I desired more little ones and you urged to me to deliberate more fully. I have been doing so. Since I now know there is little danger to you, I am comfortable with proceeding. Did you think I'd rejected the idea, in spite of that knowledge?"

"I did. I thought that since any subsequent children would also have Jotun forms over which they may gain control, as Njord has, that you had dismissed the idea." Hope rose within me.

"No. That's why I am attempting to address my reaction. My therapist is teaching me to sit with difficult feelings and not let them overcome me. You will note that none of our property has been damaged by my magic. I have learned a little bit."

"Oh, my love!" I threw my arms around Loki's neck, peppering him with kisses. "You have learned more than a little bit! I am so proud of you and so happy, too!"

My prince sat straighter upon hearing my praise. "I understand your wish for me to be sure, but nothing is ever certain, you know. You clearly desire a baby, I wish to expand our family, Njord yearns for a sibling. I am ready when you are."

"I will bring it up in my session. I still need to sort through some responses of my own. Then we can decide on timing." I beamed at my husband. "I love you!"

He grinned back. "I love you, too!"

My counselor and I unpacked the "triggering event." I didn't bother to get into particulars about the boys' ability to transform, only that our son had discovered an ability that brought unpleasant memories to mind for his father. I also shared that my husband was attempting to work through the associated misery. Finally, she had me imagine how a baby would fit into our family dynamic. Obviously, this was speculation, but I could think through some pitfalls before they happened to formulate a plan of action. I returned home to my husband and son cooking breakfast together. We ate, then Njord headed outside to meet up with Landon and Rebekah before the day got too warm. It was perfect timing. I directed Loki to lift the birth control enchantment he'd put on me two years ago. I disrobed. He rubbed his hands over my abdomen, emitting a green light. We set about making a baby. By mid-August, I had all the materials I needed to begin homeschooling Njord. My problem was that I was too fatigued to begin. I was still doing my medical transcriptions for the doctors in Norway. I still popped over on Mondays to check in. I set up some playdates for Njord and a visit with Kjersti's family. At the end of the week, I was exhausted and nauseous. I firmly decided to start school after my look-in, Monday next. We dove in, using the extra bedroom Loki had set up as an office space to write. I had brought my small desk and chair from New Asgard and set up my laptop there. Loki and Bucky adjusted their training schedule to coincide with lessons. When I finished my part, Njord had a break for lunch and play. Loki would work on his book after lunch and take his turn educating our son. Tuesday afternoons were for real magic lessons. Each Thursday, he'd spend an hour teaching the boy about Asgard; customs, art, music, history, military strategy were all included. Some days, Njord filled physical education requirements at the ice rink in the neighboring township or at the YMCA. I had planned to do some fitness classes while he swam or played basketball. I dropped my first class. I did at least use the treadmill. My energy levels were quite low. I felt queasy most of the time. I kept a plastic bag of granola in my purse to stave of the worst of the nausea. I remembered this feeling. I knew in my heart that I was pregnant, but I didn't want to say anything until I was sure. I'd thought to see Eir on one of my trips to New Asgard for confirmation. However, the last week of August all of the New Avengers and family members were invited to walk through the first of the living quarters at the training campus. They were still under construction, but the rooms were blocked out with supports. The small office building was close to completion. Lastly, we family members toured the actual training facility itself. Loki and Bucky gave a demonstration of their knife and dagger skills. Peter showed us the room that spanned up the full three stories where there were various posts for practicing swinging. He even had a lab for making synthetic webbing. Wanda's space was the most fascinating. Housed on the top floor, she manipulated the space from cramped and tiny to cavernous, rendering us separated from one another, and back again. As we were filing out of Wanda's workroom, she bumped into me as she was leaving the now-darkened area. A prickly sensation was invading my skin, rendering me cold and clammy. "Oh, Sjofn, I'm sorry. You're sick. Can I help? Oh! It's the baby! There's a snack machine down the hall and water in my fridge. I'll grab a bottle." She reversed course, returning with the water.

"How do you know about the baby?" I whispered, waving Loki and Njord on ahead, as if Wanda and I were chatting about inconsequentials.

"You haven't told your husband, yet? I'm sorry, I hope I didn't give it away. I have telepathic abilities, too. I try to suppress them in ordinary situations but sometimes they break through. You were thinking about feeling sick and forgetting to bring something to eat. Also, I can intuit the baby's consciousness, but it isn't developed enough for me to decipher. Congratulations! You are happy about the child. You should make your appointment with this Eir to be certain everything is as it should be. I can't tell that. But I can definitely confirm the pregnancy." She smiled brightly.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed, I must admit," I stammered. I dropped coins into the snack machine. "I thank you, though. I am excited to tell my boys." I grabbed the pouch of almonds and we took the elevator to ground level. Outside, Sam was doing flying exercises to entertain the families.

Next up were Ant Man and the Wasp. We saw Scott shrink but lost him in the grass. "Nobody move!" his daughter, Cassie, shouted. There was a humming in my ear. Hope flew out in front of me, waved, then buzzed away.

Suddenly, Scott shot up to the sky as Giant Man, but lost his balance. He pitched backward, landing on his sizable rear end. "Hope," he bellowed. "You promised not to do that again!"

The Wasp grew back to her normal size, giggling. "Sorry. You were still an ant when I flicked you. And I only promised not to do it in front of Hank. He isn't here."

Ant Man was once again ordinary Scott Lang. He stood inside a shallow crater, created from his fall. "Lady, you're gonna pay." He sped off after his mirthful partner.

Cassie rolled her eyes in that way only a teenager has. "They do this all the time. It's so weird."

Back at our temporary home, I started dinner. The smell was too much. I took off for the bathroom. Loki was with me immediately. I weakly instructed him to finish preparing supper. Once the meat had cooked, I was alright. Loki gave me a worried look when I sat down with my plate. "Sjofn, are you alright? You've been off for a couple of weeks and don't seem to be getting any better. Maybe you should eat some crackers or something to settle your stomach instead of spaghetti and meatballs. You definitely must make an appointment with Eir, Darling."

"I plan to see Eir. I'm going to eat the spaghetti, though I'll have a small portion first, to make sure it will stay down. I am fine. We can discuss more after dinner." He was obviously unconvinced but let the matter drop for the moment.

Dishes cleared and cleaned, I flopped on the sofa next to my son. Both my guys had been reading. My husband closed his tome with a snap. "What's going on, Sjofn?"

"Njord, will you put your book down? There is something I should tell the both of you." Loki's expression turned to dismay. "I wanted to wait until I'd seen Eir, but Wanda has powers of which I was unaware, until today. She sensed what I had begun to realize. We are going to have a new addition to our family."

"You're pregnant? Already? How…?" my love stammered.

"I suppose we're just that good," I replied laughingly.

"I'm going to be a big brother?" Njord squeaked. I nodded. "Whoa! Wait until I tell Finn!"

"Hold on. Not yet. This is just for us to know right now. I didn't want you both worried that I was ill. When your father and I are ready to share with others, you can tell as many of your friends as you wish." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Let's make it our secret for now, though, okay? Shh." Loki signaled silence. Njord did the same with a wide grin. My exam with Eir went well. She verified that I was with child. She asked that I set up monthly appointments to she could monitor my progress. I privately encouraged Loki to disclose our news to Bucky right away since he was still a sponsor of sorts with Pepper Potts. The Winter Soldier would only reveal anything if something went wrong and I needed my husband to take time off. Similarly, my love imparted this to his therapist immediately. I assured him I was okay if he felt like sharing in his support group but left the decision to him. He opted to wait. Once past the twelve-week mark, we announced our happy news. I set up a playdate for Finn and Njord, while Kjersti and I caught up. My son burst out nearly as soon as he saw Finn. Kjersti was snuggling little Anneke in her arms. The infant was four months old. We'd seen her in August but Njord was now curious to watch her. Finn soon lured him away to play, insisting that little babies were boring. Kjersti intimated that the reality of an infant hadn't quite fit Finn's expectation. He'd planned to play right away, but aside from making faces and rude noises that Anneke laughed at, she didn't reciprocate. He wasn't jealous or hostile, just disinterested. Given the age difference between my son and his sibling, I figured that would prove to be the case for them, too. We spent a long October afternoon with our Norwegian friends, then walked in the dark back to our house in New Asgard. Loki was on a mission, so I'd brought my laptop to do a bit of work and spend some time in Norway. We ate dinner with Valkyrie at a local restaurant, had a brief visit with Korg and Miek, then did some shopping. I stocked up on some foods we couldn't get in the States. Back at our cottage, I pulled up Njord's school assignments on the computer. Homeschooling meant we could structure tasks according to the time zone. Though we mostly only spent a few hours in Norway during the week, at times like this, it was nice that I could flip our schedule around. Night had closed in, though for the boy and I on New York time, it was late afternoon. We watched a recorded TV program and got supper. Njord practiced some easy magic his father had taught him, we played several hands of an Asgardian card game, and read a bit. At two AM Norway time, we started the bath and bedtime routine. With the child abed, I was free to work for a couple of hours. Finally, I retired, too. The following day, I cleaned the house of its dust and packed up food and some household items to take back with us. Njord completed his Norwegian language lessons. We waited at our gate for Finn to pass by on his way home from school. Loki appeared as our son's friend rounded the corner onto our street. "Excellent timing!" My husband gave me a loud kiss. "I missed you Darling. You too, Son," he said as he ruffled the boy's hair.

Finn ambled up to our yard. "I have to go now, Finn," Njord sighed. "I wanted to see you one more time. Mamma says we can video chat later. I miss barneskole and walking with you!" The boys fist bumped.

"I miss you, too. Come back soon."

Loki handed Finn an envelope. "Will you give this to your father? It's an order for his shop."

"Yes, Sir."

"Thank you, Finn. We will try to come back soon, I promise," my love communicated gently. Soon Finn was out of sight. "We must get back quickly. There is a surprise awaiting in New York!"

Njord's dejected aspect at leaving after a fun time turned curious with the hint of a surprise. "What kind of surprise, Pappa?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. Grab your duffel bag. I'll come back for these items." Loki indicated the cooler and large box. He picked up our growing boy and teleported. I popped back to our apartment a second later.

Thor was there. "Uncle Thor!" The child practically leapt at the man. Thor embraced his nephew and swung him around.

"It's great to see you!" I exclaimed. "What brings you to Midgard?"

"Rocket got a message from Bucky Barnes. He said we should visit soon. We didn't have anything pressing, so Quill brought us right away. We landed at the new training facility. It looks like everything is coming along well. Not as big as the one that was destroyed, but certainly adequate. Bucky and Loki already showed us around."

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Loki, we need the food we left at the house so I can start breakfast." Njord and I had only eaten a bit of fruit so some protein would not be amiss.

"I will but let's tell him first."

"Tell me what? Is there more than just the facility?"

"Oh, yes, Brother…"

My husband was cut off by our son, jumping up and down. "I want to tell! I want to tell!"

"No, my sweet. Thor is your father's brother. Let Pappa tell." I grinned at my love.

"Our family is adding to its number, Brother. Come April." Pride shone in Loki's face and in his voice.

"Ye-he-es!" shouted Thor. "Congratulations!" The muscular man bear hugged his brother, which my husband fully returned. He opened his arms wide for me. I hoped he wouldn't squeeze too terribly hard. On the contrary, he gently pulled me close. "I am so happy for you. This is what you've longed for and deserve, Sjofn. A husband, a home, and a family." I couldn't speak through all my emotion. I settled for a watery smile. Thor turned back to his nephew. "I will teach you all you need to know about being a big brother!" Loki snorted and teleported off to collect our things form New Asgard, while Njord got a lecture on the virtues of big brothers from his uncle. Thor stayed with us for the day, returning to his spaceship after supper. He vowed to come back for Yuletide celebrations. We convinced him to return slightly early for Njord's birthday and stay for five days. Come December, I planned two small gatherings for Njord's birthday. The first was held the Saturday before with friends from homeschool activities. For both, we requested no gifts, just time for the kids to play together and have cake. We held the New York party at the training compound, in a room where the kids could run around. The next day, Njord and I left for New Asgard to stay for the week. Loki came for the day. The party there was outside, at a ski slope. The child was thrilled to see so many of his barneskole friends. Thor arrived at the ski lodge in time for cake. After the party, Thor, Loki, Njord, Korg, and Miek went to cut a Yule log. I had hot chocolate and warm Glogg ready when they got to the house. We lit the log, enjoying our beverages. I fixed supper at nine o'clock. Korg and Miek were on Norway time, so they left with Thor after eating. Loki stayed until midnight, helping with getting Njord bathed and in the bed. We kissed goodnight. My love was back with me in three days for Yule, Bucky in tow. Njord and Finn had been back and forth between the houses for days; Finn's family would be joining us, too. Add in Thor, Korg, Miek, and Valkyrie, and we had a literal houseful. We were a merry group and enjoyed one another very much. We exchanged gifts, ate well, played games, and even danced. Loki gave the same gifts as the previous year: Njord had grown, so a new suit of leather armor was in need, and I received an Asgardian dinner gown in black with subtle green trim. There was to be a New Year's Eve fundraiser for Stark Industries and Ms. Potts had requested the New Avengers attend. I was in my fifth month of pregnancy, so my wedding dress no longer fit. The new dress was flattering to my more rounded figure and could be altered after I gave birth. My favorite part of the evening was when Loki asked to hold Anneke. I'd never seen him with a baby before. Kjersti informed him that the infant preferred to be held cradled in one's arms across the chest. My husband tenderly tucked the girl's head into the crook of his elbow, speaking to her so softly I couldn't catch the words. A camera snapped to my right. Thor had captured the moment; Njord joined his father, watching the baby as he had in October. She was blinking drowsily, as Loki continued to murmur to her. She drifted off to sleep and Kjersti took her back. Finn hadn't been best pleased that his friend was so interested in a baby, but the boys went back to playing with new toys and his snit was forgotten. Evening lengthened into night. Our guests departed, except Bucky. He spent the night on our sofa. Dawn was still in the offing when I heard my bedroom door creak. I popped open one eye to see my son's silhouette in the doorway. I gesticulated to him. He shut the door quietly and tiptoed to the bed. He climbed in, snuggling up to my belly. "I want to hold my brother or sister like Pappa held Anneke," he mumbled.

I put my hand on his head. "You will, my sweet." Loki moved up from behind to spoon me. We fell asleep that way for a short snooze.

Njord eventually moved in between his father and me. "Do you remember last year?" the boy asked quietly. "I wanted to be like this forever. And now we are."

"I asked your mother to marry me right here," responded my husband. "And now we are."

"I said we'd maintain friends and playdates here in New Asgard. And we are. What do we want for this next year together? I wish us to be a close-knit family as Baby joins us."

"Since I am going to be writing multiple volumes of my Asgard history, I'd like to get a volume published soon."

"I just want to hold and love my baby brother or sister. I wish I could talk to the baby now."

"You can. The baby hears some sounds, though language doesn't mean anything. But if you want to talk, Baby will get used to your voice."

Njord put his mouth right up against my stomach. "Hello Baby. This is your brother. I love you."

"And I love you, too, Baby Lokison."

My love reached across our son to lay a hand on my belly. "And I love you, too, my child."

The alarm went off, cutting short our baby talk. Thor came for breakfast and stayed for two hours with Loki and Bucky, catching up some more. Loki mentioned his history book to Thor. The God of Thunder was ecstatic. He offered to call his contact that published my book, but I'd already reached out to the agent. Next, he offered to endorse and promote the book. "People on Earth love me. I'm very popular. I could make an advertisement for you. Oh…unless…perhaps you'd rather do this on your own. This is your chance to shine, Brother." I was seated next to Thor on the sofa and had kicked him lightly. Relief coursed through me. This was one of those instances where their old pattern of behavior could have derailed. With the best of intentions, my brother-in-law jumped in to 'fix' his sibling. Loki both loved and resented him for it.

The acknowledgement caught my love off guard. "I haven't thought about marketing, yet. I'll contemplate it," he stated noncommittally. The two New Avengers were to report back soon, replacing Ant Man, Wasp, and Sam Wilson who'd been on call Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Loki, Bucky, and Peter Parker would take the next two days on call to allow the others to join their families. Wanda and Vision had taken call the two days before Christmas, then they and the twins spent Christmas with Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodey. Thor stayed a bit longer with Njord. After lunch, Thor made his farewells. Njord and I stayed on in Norway for another couple of days visiting friends. I returned to New York when all the New Avengers were back. Njord spent New Year's Eve with Finn's family. Loki was garbed in a black suit with matching black shirt and black tie for the Stark Industries fundraiser. The monochrome outfit suited him. I was dressed in my elegant Asgardian-style maternity gown, complimented by an emerald necklace and earring set with which Thor had gifted me at Yule to coordinate. A young woman in the complex was studying cosmetology. She offered hair and makeup services for all of us ladies in return for portfolio photos. I had a lovely updo and smoky dark eyeshadow. I felt like my eyes were overdone but Hope Van Dyne assured me I looked perfect for a party such as this. My temperature rose several degrees when my husband breathed in my ear, "I'll take great delight in assisting you out of that dress, pulling those pins from that silky hair, and smudging all that makeup later, Darling." The New Avengers and their partners were whisked away to New York City in several limousines sent by Ms. Potts. There was a silent auction, dancing, a cash bar, and a gourmet meal. I was thrilled to find that Smart Hulk was in attendance. I circled the dance floor with each of the male New Avengers, Dr. Strange, and Bruce. My favorite partner was my love. We swayed together as Midgardians do, but also performed a couple of Asgardian dances he'd taught me during his enforced isolation in the cabin. I was participating in the sort of function I'd have been required to attend as Loki's wife, had we lived as a married couple in Asgard. My husband was at ease in this milieu, but I felt self-conscious. I was afraid all these elite Midgardians would wonder why a god and prince had married such a nobody. It was silly, of course. They didn't know my background. Still, I reflected that marriage to Loki here on Earth was quite different from the formal, ritualistic life we'd have had, otherwise. Dinner was served, a comedian performed, then Pepper made a speech. She reminisced about Tony Stark's time as an Avenger. She announced that she'd begun The Avengers Foundation in his memory. The U.S. government would shut down any hint of the true nature of missions that these men and women were hired for if they knew, so Ms. Potts presented them as a group of charitable folks doing community outreach. It wasn't a lie; my husband often groused about having to hobnob with lowly humans, yet he loved the attention and adulation he received from being a New Avenger. The party ended in the small hours of the morning. I'd put myself on an odd schedule using melatonin to avoid 'jet lag' and to be fully awake during the fundraiser. When we reached our flat, I still had an hour before my bedtime. As promised, my love relished stripping me and putting me to bed. He allowed me to divest him of clothing, sans magic. I was careful in removing his suit; I would've hated to tear it. He looked so handsome in it. Once freed from our finery, we spent a passionate hour of lovemaking. Since it was winter, apparel would cover the plethora of bite marks we left on one another. We brought Njord home on New Year's Day, and I began adjusting his schedule and mine to normal New York time so we could restart school the following week. January was an eventful month for our family. Loki took Njord on Saturdays to the training facility to teach him Asgardian Warrior technique in earnest, and how to use the small blades he'd given his son as a birthday present. They also spent time there on Tuesday, as Njord's magical tuition had progressed from theory to more intense application. Our boy could not only shapeshift between his Jotun and Asgardian forms, but he'd managed to become a snake. Loki found this particularly amusing, based on a childhood incident with Thor. The literary agent was amenable to publishing quickly, but her idea of quickly was around summer. My love turned over the bound pages of his first composition. We received a call a few days later that the manuscript was in review and we'd know whether it was accepted in a week or two.

I lined up my appointments with Eir to coincide with my look-ins on my clients, which were now bi-weekly. Eir had indicated in December that she had a contact at a local hospital who could run what the Midgardians called an ultrasound so we could see, hear, and measure the baby. It was close enough to technology she'd had in our old realm to render building her own tech financially inefficient. My appointment at the hospital was mid-month. Loki accompanied me. The picture generated was clearer than I'd expected. We heard the heartbeat, were assured that the head and body measurements were in the expected range and saw an image of…our son. We were to have another boy! We shared the news with Njord after dinner. Loki was engrossed with the 'photo' we'd brought back and Njord was over the moon. The child got right up against my belly and shouted, "Hello Baby Brother! This is Njord, your big brother. I saw your picture and I can't wait for you to come! We're going to have lots of fun. I love you!"

"Njord, my sweet, you don't have to shout so loud. There are neighbors above, below, and beside us who can hear you. And the baby, hears you, too. He is moving around in response."

"You can feel him move, Mamma?!"

"Yes, Sweet."

"May I feel?" Loki queried hopefully.

I felt across my abdomen. "Not just yet. I can feel his movements inside but not outside."

"Oh." My husband went back to studying the image, while Njord insisted on having a one for his own. I wrested the print from Loki long enough to make a copy. The boy could put the picture in his room in Norway after he'd shown it to his friends. I had to draw my love's attention away from his fixation on the digitally generated photo. He was equal parts thrilled, amazed, and a little frightened. From that night until our second child was born, he fell asleep with his hand atop my expanding middle.