He smiled a genuine happy smile. He felt good; better than he had in a long time. He adjusted his position to that of one more comfortable as he awaited his brother's return. All his plans had come to fruition. All the humiliation, the words held in, the silent agreements. He had to stop himself from laughing out loud in sheer bliss.
He couldn't lie that everything seemed almost like a dream.
He waved a hand to dismiss the Asgardian, who had been addressing him moments earlier about some kind of dispute in the square.
He now had so much to deal with that he almost wished to be invisible once more. But he would never truly want to give it up.
Everything was lining up properly, decades of planning coming to fruition. The treaty with Jotunheim had been a success, trade routes and travel reestablished. He and his new 'husband' had also travelled to Jotunheim twice since the union, using the casket to make repairs as agreed.
Sif, who had months earlier attempted murder on a prince of Asgard, and the Warriors Three, who had attempted to protect her, had been dealt with and sentenced accordingly. They had been moved and stationed at Asgard's new post in Jotunheim for half a year, acting as consorts, negotiators, and peace keepers. But it was not all a bad ending for Sif and the Warriors Three. Sif and Fandral had finally talked to one another, and had a wedding scheduled for early spring. He couldn't help but smile a little.
Who didn't like a happy ending?
Volstagg and Hogun had taken a liking to the primitive battle style in Jotunheim, and were now participating daily in the Jotunn's sport fighting. There were slowly earning the Jotunns' respect. Frigga was now a happy and doting mother, taking care of her aging husband and wisping around the palace like a spirit. Odin was now in the Odinsleep, and was expected to be so for another year or maybe more. So obviously, a new king was appointed by coronation not long before Odin entered his sleep. He tightened the grip on the golden scepter in his hand as the large doors to the throne room opened slowly, the sound reverberating around the large golden room.
"My King," The voice stated, and he smiled, his cold heart warming at the sound of his brother's voice. A playful smile slid its way across his features, and he giggled, pointing his scepter at his brother and commanding, "Kneel."
Thor laughed heartily, bending down on one knee as commanded, looking up at Loki with admiration and love. "You wish, brother." Thor stood once more, taking in the sight of Loki on the throne. He licked his lips and smirked.
"I think I like you in that position Loki."
Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Of course you do brother; any position that gives you easy access." Thor laughed at this, shaking his head and gazing up at Loki. "Let's go my brother, Mother waits for us in the healer's room. They wish to have a look at you."
Loki sighed irately. "Of course they do. I do not wish to be poked and prodded anymore this week."
"Come on brother, Mother thinks tis' a good idea. She awaits us with our healer. I'm sorry brother, but she insists." Thor gazed at Loki with a look that said, 'you better cooperate it's for your health'. Loki gazed defiantly at Thor, staying rooted to his throne for a few long moments before sighing and giving in; defeated. "Alright brother, I shall go once again."
Loki stood slowly, and with difficulty, the heavy weight he was now carrying throwing him off balance. His stomach was swelled with child, and he found quite a lot of things exceedingly difficult to do. Thor rushed up the throne steps to assist him, as they walked back down together. Thor spoke up as they walked out the door towards the healers, "Do not worry brother, it should not be too terrible."
Loki laughed at Thor's lack of knowledge. Everything about carrying this child was terrible. But then again, Loki wouldn't want it any other way.