Five chapters in two days! I'm on a roll, people! Ehehehehehehehe!

Who can find the quote from a book I've sneaked in? ;-)

Thor 2 comes out tomorrow! Who's going to watch it? I am! Ehehehehehehe!

April, 2013- three months after the prison fire and three months after Loki's discovery...

"Got any 3s?"

"Go fish."

Hal placed his card on the table. Tudor swiped it up.

"Got any 7s?" Hal asked.

"Go fish," Tudor replied.

Tudor laid the card down. Hal swiped it up.

"Got any 5s?"

"Go fi-"

The door slammed open to reveal Ned standing there. He lent against a pair of crutches.

"So there you two are!" he exclaimed. "We've been looking for you two everywhere!"

Tudor smiled. "Sorry, Ned." He looked over to Hal. "I guess we just lost track of time…"

Ned grinned. "I guess we all did…"

Hal sat up straight. "Is it time for dinner yet?"

"Not just yet, Hal…"

"So why were you looking for us?" Tudor asked.

"Loki's had a nightmare again…"

"So?"

"'He's our friend, Tudor. We need to find Thor."

"You go find Thor!"

"F*ck you, Tudor…"

"I'll help you find him," Hal said, standing up. He winced in pain, and grabbed his pair of crutches. He hobbled to the door.

"Why aren't the nurses helping you find Thor?"

"Beats me…"

"Where's Richard?" Tudor asked.

"Beats me…" Ned shrugged.

"You're a great brother, aren't you?" Tudor muttered.

"At least I have a brother," Ned retorted

"Didn't you hate him a few months ago?"

"A few months ago, yes, but not now."

"Can we just find Thor?" Hal butted in.

"Sure…" Ned groaned.

"Fine…" Tudor sighed, standing up and placing his cards on the table. "Let's go…"

Hal sighed. Once they'd found Thor, and taken him to Loki, he'd gone back to the card room. He ran his hands through his hair. His father was dead. He'd died on March 24th- of his Leprosy and bad health. Hal was still in the hospital when his dad had died. He'd been escorted home as quickly as he could, but by that time his dad was on his last breath. Hal had stormed in to find his dad on his last words. He'd muttered, "Forgive me, Ha-" but died before he could say the rest of that sentence. Hal had been sure that he was going to call him, "Hal" for the first time in his life. Now he never could. His father for his whole life had abused Hal, yet he had never received an apology for it. Hal didn't hate his father for it though. He'd deserved it. He was a disgrace.

And now he was King.

Before his death, Hal had been called home to be married before his father and the rest of the royal house. He and Kate had taken their vows before God and had then been blessed by the Church with the hopes of bearing healthy sons for Lancaster's throne.

Harry had eagerly attended.

They had then been ordered to consummate the marriage in front of the archbishops and clergy. Everyone basically...

It had not been pleasant.

Hal had slept with women before- at his time at The Boar Head's Tavern Pub with Falstaff years ago. He'd enjoyed it. This, however, he hadn't.

Hal was now King Henry V of Lancaster...

This meant no partying, no fun, no late nights out with friends drunk…

Man, it sucked.

Mercutio was not going to enjoy this…

Hal was only 18…

Bye, bye life...

George stood in the local cemetery. He held a bunch of flowers in his hand. He wiped his eyes to get rid of the quickening tears.

Bending down, he placed the flowers on the ground in front of the grave.

The inscription read:

HERE LIES MARY MILTON.

BELOVED WIFE, MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.

MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.

Shortly after the "Great Middleham Fire," George's mother had succumbed to her cancer. George had been left an orphan at 16….

He had no one now…

Lennie's Aunt Clara had taken him in and adopted him as her own son- alongside Lennie- and George had been eternally grateful. He'd stayed in his room for weeks, not coming out for anything. Food had been left outside, but he'd hardly touched it. Lennie hadn't understood that George had been grieving, and tried to climb in through George's window to get into his room.

From then on, George had left his window bolted and Lennie would be left hanging there by his fingers screaming. George had covered his ears to ignore his yells.

Then, one day, Lennie was somehow able to get in. He'd sat there on George's bed in front of him, blabbing on about rabbits and concerns that he'd done something wrong again, while George would lie there- trying to ignore him.

It was hard.

Then, when Lennie suddenly leant forward and kissed George's cheek like George had done a few weeks before- he'd snapped.

He'd pushed Lennie off of his bed, kicking at him and yelling and screaming at the top of his voice for him to leave. That he hated him.

"GO AWAY! I HATE YOU! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE! YOU'RE A BURDEN ON MY LIFE! I'D BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU!"

Lennie had ran out crying.

That was the last time that George saw him.

When he'd recovered from his grief, George had discovered that Lennie had disappeared. He'd taken off one night and hadn't been seen since.

George had been crushed. This was his fault. He'd lost his mother and now his only friend, too.

What was he going to do now?

"I'm sorry, Mom…" George sighed. "I should have paid more attention to him…"

The wind whistling in the trees was his only reply.

And it was cold...

Warwick had opened the school a few weeks ago. The whole situation was too traumatic for the students to cope with, so he'd closed it till the police could solve the mystery of who or what had caused the fire.

The culprit was still missing...

Loki had been taken up to Asgard- along with Thor- like Odin had promised. The realm had been surprised to find that Loki had been the hero, and not Thor. Sigyn had been so proud of him. However, Loki was still punished for his actions- as had Thor.

His mouth had been sown shut for the last two weeks of his stay, and Thor had been banned from using Mjölnir at all- in Asgard and Midgard.

Loki knew his lesson by the end of his two weeks, but he still felt pride at his actions- but not as much as he had- and he swore not to disobey the Allfather ever again. Thor did too.

So far, both had remained true to their words…

For once…

A few weeks earlier:

"I'm so proud of you, Loki…" Sigyn muttered as she reached him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Loki's arms fell to snaking around her waist. He smiled and bumped their noses and foreheads together.

"Thank you, Pet. That means a lot to me."

"You're welcome, Kitten…'

"Hey, brother!"

Thor came up and slapped his brother on the back. Loki stumbled.

"Hello, Thor…"

"Great party!" Thor whooped, grabbing Loki by the hair and trapping him in a headlock. "Thanks!"

"Thor! Chocking… not breathing…"

The stronger brother let him go. "Sorry, Loki!" he laughed.

Loki rubbed his neck. "Thanks…"

Thor chuckled and turned to Sigyn. "And how are you, Buttercup?" he asked her.

"Buttercup?!" Loki spluttered. "Buttercup?!"

"I'm well, thank you, Thor," Sigyn smiled, ignoring the shocked gasps of Odin's youngest son beside her.

"Good."

"Thor, that is my girlfriend you're talking to like that!" Loki protested. "Go say that to Sif instead!"

"Good to see that you're enjoying the party, Hotstuff."

"It's very entertaining, Honeybunch.'

"Excuse me?!" Loki spat in outrage. "Thor! Get lost!"

"Oh, I hear someone calling me!" Thor grinned. "I'll see you later, Dollface."

"You too, Studmuffin," Sigyn giggled.

Thor sauntered off, bursting with laughter.

Loki was fit to burst himself, but not in laughter. He was livid. His face was bright red. Sigyn collapsed into heaps of laughter while her boyfriend shook with anger and envy.

"What. Was. THAT?!"

"Just some fun, really," Sigyn smirked, mimicking Loki's other well known phrase with ease. She wrapped her arms around his neck again. "You know that Thor and I are just good friends, Kitten," she said reassuringly.

"Not from where I'm standing you weren't!"

"Oh, Loki…" she giggled, resting her head on his armoured chest- complete with hilarious ram helmet- "You aren't jealous, are you?"

"I'm not jealous," came his whiny, pouted, childish reply.

Sigyn placed a hand on his cheek. "You know I'm devoted to you, Kitten."

He looked down at her with cool, steel, emerald green eyes. "Of course I do," he replied.

"So why are you jealous, then?"

He sighed. "I'm not, Pet. I just hate it when I'm trying to be close to you, and that oaf of a brother of mine ruins it- or anyone else for that matter. I value your company more than anything and anyone, Pet."

He sighed again.

Sigyn caressed his cheek with her thumb. "Don't worry, Kitten. I'm sure that I can be close to you later…"

Loki smirked, and leant into to kiss her, when a figure slunked in from the shadows.

"Hello, Darling…"

It was Theoric, Sigyn's brutish betrothed.

"Hello, Theoric…" Sigyn mumbled, still facing Loki.

"Weakling…" he said to Loki in greeting.

"Your Highness…" Loki growled, his grip on the petit girl's hands tightening.

"Whatever…"

"What do you want?"

"Why, I just want to say hello to my betrothed, Prince. Is that a problem for you?"

"Yes. It is. Now leave."

"I'm sure that the Allfather would love to know that his son's breaking his rules already. Now where is he?..."

"Don't," Sigyn said. She stepped forward, out of Loki's embrace. "I'll talk to you."

"Sigyn!" Loki cried.

Theoric grinned a toothy white grin. "Perfect…." he grinned, offering his arm. "Come, my dear."

She stepped forward to receive his arm, but Loki grabbed her arm first.

"Sigyn, don't!" he hissed. "You don't have to do this!"

"Why, you make it sound like she's signing her death warrant, Weakling!" Theoric tutted. "I'm just going to talk to her, that's all!"

Sigyn turned around and embraced Loki again.

"Don't worry…" she whispered. "I'll break free from the toad at the first opportunity I get."

"Meet me in my chambers when you do..." Loki whispered back.

"Deal."

Loki kissed her fingers that he held in his smooth, slender hands. "I'll be waiting for you, Pet."

"I'll hold onto that."

Loki bent forward, stroking a strand of hair from her eyes. He bent forward and gently kissed her with his smooth lips. "When you're mine," he whispered in her ear. "When you're my wife. When we're married… I'll never let anyone else touch you or hurt you. I will be the first man to kiss you… To bed you… Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine. And mine alone. Do you understand?"

Sigyn was surprised at that, and lifted up her head to look at him. He stared deeply into her eyes. He made her shiver, both in fear and excitement.

"Do you understand?" he repeated, his grip tightening so much that their hands went white.

Sigyn's eyes were wide with fear.

"Do you understand?" he growled, grip tightening even more. He shook her.

Sigyn nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes, I do."

Loki's face broke into a grin. He kissed her again.

"Good. Ehehehehehe!"

That contagious laugh that should have made her laugh- always made her laugh- sent cold, unpleasant shivers up her spine.

It shouldn't have...

Geoffrey had been fawned over countless times by Johnny, begging for apologies and forgiveness. His father didn't though.

Typical.

He'd died too, apparently, but like Ned and the others, he'd returned to life the same day that Loki was discovered.

What a strange coincidence…

He'd have to look into it sometime. After all, the culprit of the fire still hadn't been found yet…

But for now…

He'd sit back, relax, rest in hospital, and stuff his face with ice cream.

And best of all…

No pesky brothers to barge in on him.

He grinned as he turned to look at the secret door that he'd found behind the shelves…

Another good thing…

A certain someone could sneak in at night and play "Doctor and Nurses" with him.

He burst out loud laughing at the thought.

Richard sat with Anne asleep against his chest. He stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead. He loved her so much. He couldn't remember anything about what had happened on the night of the fire. He didn't want to imagine the agony that his father, Anne, Edmund, Warwick and Isabel must have gone through when they were told that he, Ned and Clarence were dead. It must have been horrible.

His hand fell to her stomach

He was here now, though, and he wasn't ever going to leave Anne again.

Wait…

He looked down where his hand rested on her belly.

Was that a kick he just felt coming from her stomach?