To those who want it – You're fluffy HEA. For those who want to see what happens next.. and you'll understand that at the end of this little doozy, then stay tuned for Outside, the sequel to this. I'll only write it as long as I have support though. I have a brilliant idea, but I won't do it if no one is reading it. I know that sounds harsh, but I'd rather be writing something that people will love, and will read and read again rather than a tired piece that has worn out its newness.

Sorry it's short, but I couldn't really fluff it up without ruining it for everyone else. First Ch of Outsideis already in the works, and I add a note here for all those Alerted and want to keep reading.

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Love me tender, Love me sweet,

Never let me go.

You have made my life complete,

And I love you so.

Love me tender, Love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled.

For my darlin' I love you,

And I always will.

Had someone told her five years prior that she would be perfectly content giving up on the secrets of the universe, to have her back cry out in agony as she clasped her son's hands in her own as he toddled down the hall of the great palace, she would have thought that person insane, or in the very least one who had taken leave of their senses. But here she was, the small warm hands of her year old son were held tight in her grasp, supporting him as he took his tentative steps.

Guards bowed, as did the courtiers she passed, but she paid them no heed as she held Hal's two hands in her own and his little legs flew underneath him as she helped him to the Throne room where Thor was speaking with his father about the week's celebrations.

Asgard had not had a new King in over a millennium and the excitement throughout the city was palpable as she stuck to the shadows while going to the various markets she had found. And the week of festivities had taken months of planning, the ball had been the start of the season of celebrations. She had been paraded through so many open court yards, had shaken so many hands, smiled so much her cheeks hurt. What was most painful was that there was still many weeks to go.

But now, in the privacy of the halls, with her son's happy gurgle inspiring her to ignore the discomfort, to ignore the unease of her upcoming role as Queen, to do it for him. For Hal and more importantly, for Thor.

They arrived at the Throne room which was decidedly empty, save for the royal family. "Jane." Frigga said warmly. "You'll throw your back out doing that."

"I don't mind. He's walking." She beamed at Thor who was barely suppressing his urge to sweep them both up into his arms. He hadn't been able to truly be a father to his son, a husband to his wife in days, having been spending every waking hour with the All Father, learning every last nuance about being King he could.

His heart strained to reach for them, but he remained stoic before his father, responding to the question fully, though his gaze never wavering completely from his Mother and Jane, who had pulled Hal up to rest on her hip. Her chiming laugh made him glance at her and smile. "Go on son." Odin said softly, "You're of no use distracted." The old man chuckled as Thor flew across the room and swept Hal up into his arms.

He cradled the boy close as he let the tiny warm body of his son warm every cold cockle of his heart. He had seen them daily and yet he missed them. He glanced at her warm eyes and smiled. She didn't hold it against him. She understood, of course she understood. She was the most amazing woman in existence. He hadn't been around for days and his resolve hardened looking into her eyes.

She extended out her hand and he took it. Her world was minuscule compared to his, and yet she enveloped him into her heart effortlessly, her ability to love was her superpower. She loved with such a ferocious fever that he never once felt concerned, worried that she would abandon him. Not in many moons had he feared her leaving. That first night waking up in his empty chambers had been enough of a reality check for him to realise that his entire world revolved around her and Hal.

They held hands as they carried Hal back to the nursery, Gretel eyeing them knowingly as she continued to knit, nodding her acceptance of watching the boy as he yawned wide and curled up with the thick cream blanket, the only memory of Earth the boy had.

Thor watched the sway of her hips as she led him back to their suite, dismissing staff as she went until they were completely alone. "I love you." She said when she finally turned, her eyes dark with needful lust.

"I love you, Jane." His arms wrapped around her and they toppled backwards into the bed as she leapt to his chest. Their clothes were shed and he pulled her into his lap, relishing in the sensation of her bare skin against his. He had always been a creature of tactile need, his need to touch her was ever consuming and powerful. "I need you." He whispered against her skin, causing her to groan. She straddled his hips and ground her bottom against him, causing him to groan. "Tease." He lay a trail of kisses from her ear down her neck, nipping her shoulder gently. His hands explored her body, feeling the softness of her back that he hadn't been able to appreciate in days. Pulling her hand to his mouth he kissed her shoulder, the soft skin inside her elbow and finally her knuckle. "I will always return for you."

She smiled down at him and dropped a sweet kiss on his nose, "Deal." She whispered in his ear. They both groaned as she sunk on the piercing hardness below her. It had taken shedding everything he held dear to realise theirs was the flawed beauty in the imperfections of his life. It was in the cracks that her true colours shone through. Anyone could love a pretty face like hers, but it was her snapping wit and her wide brown eyes that made him feel like a love struck ninny, nearly three years later.

She felt the tug and pull as he moved inside her, his hips arching to meet hers with every thrust. Each time they met their skin would whisper as it rubbed against the other. Her nails dug into his back, his hands anchored her hips as his muscles flexed, holding back the urge to slam her back into the bed and drive into her with all his ferocious need. His eyes closed and she kissed the satiny lids, slowing her pace as his hands relaxed. She no longer wanted hard and fast, her need had cease to explode and chilled to a simmer as she paced herself, staring at the man she called Husband.

He was arrogant, coarse and had a twisted sense of humour, but she knew he would go to any means to prove how great his love was. Not that he needed to. She knew, as he did. Words were meaningless. After two years, she doubted so much, but never his love for her, nor her love for him. Their love was as permanent as the universe around them. Star's may fade, planets may crumble, but he would always love her, and she him. The meaning of Forever had become so important, her will to stand beside him for as long as he needed her, her strength to stand beside him for as long as she needed him. Eternity had always been; prior to Thor, a few decades. Maybe she would have children, marry, maybe all that would be left of her legacy would be her mind and her discoveries. But then this magical man fell from the very heavens she was trying to understand and swept her off her feet. Figuratively and literally.

All previous thoughts of slow were washed away with the wave that crashed over her, surprising her in its sudden intensity. She begin to cry out and he clamped his mouth on her. He continued to meet her with the previous vigor while she rode out the swelling sensations, her entire body tingling. She had just come down from the first climax when he shifted slightly and she felt the build once more, this one more forceful more powerful. She felt the lightning strike and the thunder crackle with every thrust. A promise, an oath never to stop loving her. It ripped through her chest and her heart hammered against her ribcage.

He was going insane with need, he clamped his mouth on her neck and feasted on the tender flesh. His lungs couldn't expand quick enough, could fill deep enough. His hands on her waist followed her movements as he felt the beginnings of her fluttering around him once more, there would be no muffling these noises.

Her head fell back as she let his hands at hips continue to move her, she couldn't think, but she could feel his pulsating and solid length continue to drive into her. "Jane." He groaned, the damp forehead was rested on her shoulder as she began to fall from the pinnacle. She could see the quivering muscles and smiled, taking matters into her own hands.

She smiled coyly, threading her fingers through his and holding them still as she kissed his cheek. She rose till only the tip remained inside of her. His groan echoed around the room as she slammed down, and repeated, pausing at each end to mash her mouth against his and fight for control. Which he lost quickly. The roar reverberated around the room as his hips met her while he fill her with the warm liquid. He fell to his back; heaving, his eyelids heavy and the smile stretched across his face was one of utter satisfaction.

They sat they, entwined and he pulled the thin sheet up and wrapped it around her shoulders, threading his fingers through her sweaty locks. His lips grazed her temple and he dropped a kiss in her hair. "Wife." He said, panting harshly.

"Husband." Her voice was equally rough. The moment was perfection wrapped with all their love and need for each other. She knew she would never tire of him, never be able to get enough. As they slumped against the bed, her tiny body resting on his, he still embedded deep inside her he knew that no moment would ever be as perfect as the one he was in that very moment. The utter joy he felt, he was so thankful for all the fine things in his life, but above all, he was grateful for the understanding and beautiful woman in his arms. Without of whom, he would not know peace.

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Weeks grew into months and the eve of Thor's coronation had dawned on them. Day by day, Thor had warmed back to Loki more and more, causing her to be pleased that her husband and her new friend were once more talking civilly to one another. They were not yet the loving brothers they once were, but she knew that sooner or later they would cave to the friendship that had once blossomed between the two. But at that particular moment, the coronation that would crown her Queen of Asgard, or the arrangements that Thor was making to have Loki attend, or even her Mother in Law's gentle guidance on how to be a Mother to the people were pushed aside in her mind for another mothering instinct was being ignited in her mind. She smiled as her hands spread on her stomach. Four weeks she could ignore, six weeks under such stress – maybe, but at eight weeks late there was no more denying.

She was once again pregnant with Thor's child. She looked up at the image in the mirror, her golden face smiling back. She had dreamed of having another child; finally giving into her maternal need, she had wanted another baby.

Thor had mentioned to her once upon a time that after Hal, he needed no more children from her, that he didn't want to see her go through that pain nor he wanted that terror once more. But as Hal grew from the idea and the seed in her belly to the tiny and warm infant in her arms, and now was the sprouting year old toddler that she had to chase around as he scurried his way around the palace, she had often found herself imagining another.

Her period was eight weeks late, but without a scan, she couldn't know for sure. She'd only had one scan when she had been pregnant with Hal, and when her results had come back inconclusive she had gone to Banner and told him that she didn't want SHIELD to know that their child was a demigod. Tony often teased Thor about his humanity, or lack thereof, but Thor's rebuttal was that Jane was more than enough Human for the two of them. While only having one scan, one true checkup, that one had been far more than enough for Thor.

"Calm yourself."

"I don't like him."

"I don't care, he's a physician and you're not." He was holding her hand and he grumbling about the sheet she had wrapped around herself, the coldness of the room and anything else he could think of.

"This is improper."

"Earth, Thor. Not Asgard. No pissing match, please. He's a great Doctor or SHIELD would have never hired him. Coulson wouldn't have hired him..." She smiled sadly at the thought of the only friend she'd had prior to Thor's return. The door opened and she rolled her eyes as Thor flexed and stared at the man entering. "Doctor Jensen." She said. He was late 40s with a full head of ash blond hair and bright green eyes, and prior to Thor she had swooned as he filled her 'David Beckham' hole in her female brain.

"Jane, long time." The man said warmly. The SHIELD doctor was a man of many talents, but obstetrics hadn't been one of them. Not that she would ever tell that to Thor.

"The way it should be. I believe you know my husband." She motioned to Thor and the Doctor held out his hand.

"Thor, an honor." He paled as his cold hand was clenched in Thor's iron grip. She rolled her eyes as she watched his arm flex and the Doctor grew more pale.

"Thor, that's enough." Jane scolded. She shot him a look and he sat back beside her. "You will sit and behave." He broke his cold glare at the man and sat back down on the stool beside her.

"So, pregnant?" He said, breaking the awkwardness. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." The appointment was tense and Jane was humoured by Thor's naivety when the Doctor proceeded to poke around. She wasn't fond of medical doctors, but the entire experience was much preferable with her husband there to hold her hand. And to laugh at when he went pale as the sheet the Doctor peaked under when he started the physical assessment.

"Everything seems to be in order. I'm going to send the nurse in to draw some blood, but other than that, I'll see you in a month?" She smiled and nodded as he scribbled on his clipboard and looked back up, "Any questions?"

"None at this time," she said, glancing at Thor. "But we thank you for your time."

Her son and her husband were taking a much needed rest and she smiled when she returned to the room and spied them snuggled together on the large bed, Hal was giggling as Thor; who was sprawled on his back, had him hoisted above his chest rocking him side to side. "You're going to make him sick." She said tiredly.

"Nonsense, the boy has a gut like his Father." He lowered Hal to his face and stared at him, "Don't'cha m'boy."

"Dad-da." Hal said, looking at his Father directly. She felt a flash of jealously which disappeared quickly and quickly morphed into delight. She giggled at the wonder and astonishment in Thor's face.

"He just.. Did he – ..?"

"Say your name? I believe so.." She sighed dramatically, "I guess I know when I'm not wanted." She giggled when he looked at her. Thor's eyes were wide and he sat up, cradling Hal against his chest as she sat next to him, smiling and tucking his hair behind his ear.

"He just-" She continued to laugh as Hal kept blubbering on in his language that was half english and three quarters gibberish. "My son." He said proudly.

"Dad-da." Hal said again and yawned widely.

"Ok little man. I think it's time for bed."She said, hating to separate the two. Thor rarely had time to play with his son, and more often when he embraced them before the court, all would give him cold looks, still confused why the Prince wasn't being raised by a governess or a nursemaid.

"I'll put him down Jane." He said softly, as Hal snuggled up against his father's chest. The black jersey shirt and grey sweats she had brought back had become his favourites while on earth and more often, she was pining for the normality that Earth had offered them. With her visit's to Loki, and Frigga and Sif warming to her, the former loneliness had abated minutely, but she still longed to see her friends, her family of hero's and misfits. She wanted to raise her new baby on earth as she had with Hal.

Thor had sworn they would visit Earth after he was made King, all the affairs were in order for them to leave for a few days while she visited Erik and the rest of the Avengers. Thor had even commented on missing TV and the various sports he and Steve would watch from their couch while she cooked dinner and watched with them. But now that she was pregnant again, she gnawed on her lower lip, fearing he wouldn't permit her to travel, as they were unsure what the trip would do to the fetus. Hal had been perfectly fine, but he had been months old and the shimmering godhood encompassed him, protected him. This new baby would only be as strong as it's mother. She would need to be strong for it. Who am I kidding, she would need to be strong for him. Asgardian's had boys. The royal line had princes. A girl had not been born in many generations and she had long since reasoned that she would be forever surrounded by burly men, causing her to be grateful that her entire life had been her against the Old Boy's club of Physicist's and SHIELD. Not to mention the Avenger's, her attempt to befriend Natasha had always fell flat when she realised the same as the Russian assassin. You live in a world of men, weak was not a attribute. Although the Black Widow seemed to have made it her primary weapon.

Thor was rocking Hal gently against his shoulder as he glanced over and saw her worried expression, "You ready for tomorrow?" He asked softly. She didn't have much of a role, but he had deemed her equally important. It was she that made him the man that was wise enough, that was brave enough, strong enough to be King. It was only because of her that he had grown from the egotistical and hotheaded Prince to the calm and gentle man he had become.

She nodded and sighed, stroking Hal's back, "I'll be fine. Me and crowds don't really-.. I've always hated crowds."

He chuckled dryly at the thought of the future Queen of Asgard and her disregard for large audiences. "You will overcome that soon enough."

"God I hope so." She said, "presenting my Thesis in front of the board was torture. I was only 22 and I could tell they all thought I was younger. Thank goodness I had a stellar paper or else I'd have made a complete fool of myself." They both laughed quietly, reveling in the quiet moment that the three of them had been unable to have in weeks. Her hand rested on Hal's back as he rested against his father's broad shoulder, soothed by the warmth of his parents.

Jane rested her head against his other shoulder and smiled at the baby, her hand caressing his downy head.

Thor wrapped his arms around his family and sighed. The next day he would no longer be Prince, or Heir. By the time the sun set on the golden city he would be King. And despite his outward calm, he was a ball of nerves. Grateful for his wife, and son to distract him for the time, but there would be nothing to distract him as he walked out before his people on the morrow. He set Hal down on the large bed and Jane pulled him against her side and rested her head on his lap. He looked down at the two most important people to him and sighed. He'd be brave for them. He didn't have a choice. He knew what was needed of him, a to be brave was to understand one's fear and step through the shroud of it.

Jane nuzzled his thigh and he rested his hand on her side, Hal cuddled to her breast. They were what was most important, as long as he had them, he could do anything.

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Morning had passed far too quickly, he and Jane had rose with the sun and made love in the pale blush of morning's light, her words soothed the ravage beast inside, but his nerves hadn't settled for long as she had been shuffled away to dress and be made presentable as the soon to be Queen. He had asked her; in the quiet moment they had after coming down from the euphoria, if she was nervous. She had given him a winning smile and pecked his cheek. "you'll be fine." Was all she said before disappearing to be primped and preened.

But the time had come and he was bouncing on his heels, once again staring at the large velvet curtain. Last time, Loki and he exchanged jibes and taunts while he attempted to suppress his terror and nerves. Now his wife stood with their son on her hip, and Loki would be standing by their mother at the front of the room. "Calm down Thor," she smiled gently as she shifted Hal from hip to hip.

He kissed her forehead and she leaned against him, their son cradled between the two. Each and every day their son looked more and more like him, the messy white blond hair that sprouted from the boy's head, the cerulean blue eyes, but as he grew, Thor saw more of Jane in the boy, her crisp jaw line and angular frame he would eventually grow into, and most importantly, he saw her wit in the boy. He would be as equally brilliant as his mother. The joy and love he felt for his son was impossibly large and as Hal reached for his Father and Thor chuckled and dropped Mjölnir to the ground instantly, scooping him up from his mother's arms. "Dadd-a, Dadd-a, Dadd-a.." he chirped happily and Thor beamed.

"You will have your day My Son." He said, and kissed his son's brow. "Just you wait."

He knew she could see his restless anxiety on his face, she cupped his cheek and smiled "Thor. It will be fine."

"What if I become-"

"Thor, if you take to being a king the same way you do being a father, none will be better than you. You are a wonderful Father Thor. You will be a wonderful father to your people." She stood on her tip toes and kissed his whiskery cheek. He looked back to where he would emerge a Prince and never return to that innocence.

"I once thought a king can do whatever he wants. The truth is a King will never know peace."

She smiled at him, a sly glint in her eye. Sif poked her head between the curtains. "It's time." She said as she smiled at the three and disappeared.

"Thor, you're worst than Volstagg when he's missed a meal. Go out there and be the golden boy they think you are." He enveloped the two in his arms and he felt her warm breath on his cheek. It did little to calm his racing heart, and his mind was a tumultuous hive of worry and concern. Last time, he had been blind to all he did not know. Now he had quickly realised how much he did not know. The crowd's roar grew loud as he realised the time was upon him. She pressed her lips to his cheek and whispered, "I'm pregnant, Thor." He stood up sharply and smiled. "Go get 'em. We'll see you at the throne." And she disappeared.

All previous concerns and worries left his mind as he felt the lightness invade him. His mind full of the thoughts of her pregnant again. He emerged from the room to the crowd of cheering citizens, all of Asgard had come to see the Prince become King, but he didn't see them, didn't hear them. His eyes sought her out and found her, Hal being cradled on his mother's hip, her silver and scarlet dress a homage to her husband and the new diadem laced through the intricate pile of hair on her head made her look every bit the role of Queen.

The process was almost dull compared to the first, "Be a better Father than I." Odin had said before he had relinquished the gilded seat of power. His roundabout way of truly sitting on the throne was a destiny he was sure only his Father had known. He walked up the golden stairs and sat on the throne. He looked to Jane; as she appeared beside him, smiling and nodded a bow of approval. She was with child once more, another child for the royal family, a tremble of fear and a thrill of joy fought inside him as he pictured her once again round with his child. His fear for her safety was paramount, but looking at her golden glowing face he could see the kiss of Indun shimmer around her. She was stronger now, she was immortal now. Her life would not be forfeit over childbirth as it had in her mortal form.

He stood and took stock of his life. A life he did not deem himself worthy of. He felt her warm hand on his arm and the cold metal of the great staff in his other hand. She stood proudly beside him, holding their son held tightly on her hip. In a move most unprecedented, he stood, gathering his son in his arms and pulling her to his side, "My Queen." He whispered in her ear.

"My King." She whispered back. "You were great." She smiled and waved at the citizens below, "Can we go now. They're staring at me." He threw his head back and roared with laughter, causing the people to scream their joy even louder at the woman who caused such happiness for their new King. They saw his great arm holding the blond boy who was staring out at the crowd in bemused assessment. They watched as Thor lowered his crowned head and his little wife, the great Queen Jane whisper something in his ear, causing him to smile anxiously.

He had too much, his heart and head was full with everything he had been blessed with. He glanced to looked over the crowd of people when one woman in particular was smiling at him.

The woman had raven hair that fell to her waist, her scarlet dress was adorned only with a single gold chain that was embossed with an Apple on it. Indun. He hadn't seen the woman since he was a child and yet, he couldn't fathom how he hadn't recognized her immediately.

Her hands were applauding wryly and a sly smile was stretched across her face, a smile that broadened when he nodded his head in a slight bow to her, a silent thank you for all she had give him. The Woman had twisted his fate into something so perfect that he couldn't imagine being happier.

From the day she had blushed and given him clothes, taken him to eat and asked him how he had arrived on earth, to the day she married him. From look of joy when he had appeared in her living room to the day she had woken immortal unknowingly. From the terror of giving birth to their son, to that very moment in time where he knew nothing but happiness, and onto their future together forever. And all the days in between.

There, a happy ever after. Now, you can stay in eternal bliss or you can keep reading. I leave the choice to you, (Mu ah ah ah !)

I do have an epilogue for the series already done, so I do have an end goal, but there will be some angst in the next one, and lots of love too.. Since you all seem to like my M stories I will valiantly continue on!

And so, as Thor so eloquently says, "I like this.. ANOTHER!"

Keep reading,

S.W.L