Okay, here is the chapter that will make up for tomorrow's posting... I will be traveling all day, but I will work my hardest to update Thursday :)

Thanks for being so great you guys! 2 awesome reviews for my story and I am on top of the world! Yay me for having great readers!

Now, on with some... *in song* in-for-ma-tion!

Previously

Isabella goes to where Loki is, who by now is a bit calmer and a bit apologetic for being so angry in front of her though still angry, walking with him as they walk to the park a block away.

There are not a lot of children at that hour, so the two are left in silence; Loki still fuming, and Isabella trying to not have an all-out panic attack as she tries to repress the memories surfacing. And failing.

Chapter 7

After walking a few minutes in silence, Loki is calm enough to talk without growling. he turns towards Isabella and is a bit shocked to see her face completely drained of color, eyes with a far-away look and her whole body just shaking uncontrollably. He jumps into action immediately, having dealt with this on Asgard with soldiers after a particularly hard and grueling battle.

He picks her up again, (he admittedly like the feel of her in his arms. Geez, he is such a sap, who knew?), and walks over to a park bench and sitting with her. He is able to pick up words coming out her mouth.

"Please... stop... my fault... sorry... don't hurt me."

Confused, he tries to understand the string of words and wake her up from her panic attack carefully so she isn't hurt. Doing this is different from when he would help the soldiers, he would have his magic and ease into their heads and hearts, calming them with little to no effort.

Without his powers, as a simple mortal, he is unsure of what to do. He desperately wants to help this woman in his arms crying as she is tormented by an invisible monster he cannot fight off.

So, he does what Frigga used to do with him whenever he couldn't take being constantly compared, and found wanting, to his brother.

He hugs her close to him and murmurs in her ear, staying strong even when she resists his hold, "It's alright, you're okay, don't worry, I've got you, I'm sorry, it's okay, I've got you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, I'll do better next time I promise, just please stop..."

"Shh, it's alright, I've got you, don't worry, you're safe, calm down, you're okay..."

Figuring what he was doing was working as she turns into him instead of fighting against his hold, he continues comforting her until about a half hour later when Isabella finally calms down and re-enters reality, crying uncontrollably at the memories and reminders escaping from their tightly controlled jail cell of one of the most painful times of her life.

She burrows her head into Loki's chest, him awkwardly comforting her, having never really done this with a woman, not even Sigyn.

After a few minutes, Isabella calms down enough to talk, sniffling still and hiccupping. She looks down, embarrassed by her tears.

"I-I *hic* am sorry, I didn't *hic* mean to be a big crybaby-"

Loki shakes his head and silences her by cupping her chin in his palm and moving her head so she is looking him in the eye, "I'm sorry for causing you to go into a panic attack, as well as coming and demanding you to obey me in my fit of anger. It was selfish of me and for that I am sorry."

She shakes her head, starting to argue with him about how, someway, this situation was her fault.

He silences her and says gently, but firmly, "This is not your fault, it is mine, and I ask that you will forgive me for acting like a spoiled prince and let me take responsibility for my actions so that way I can start to be a man rather than a child."

She nods, a shaky smile on her face, curling up with him as they sit and regroup from the emotional roller coaster on the park bench, looking over at the park and the small population of neighborhood kids.

After a few minutes, Loki asks, "Will you tell me why you went into a panic attack?"

Immediately, Isa stiffens, tensing at the thought of what caused her panic attack, a panic attack that hasn't happened in at least six months.

Loki hurries to soothe her, "You don't have to tell me now, I just want to know for further reference so I can help you and put myself in check so that way I cannot cause you to go into another one."

She hesitates thinking over how new their relationship is and how deeply she feels already, wanting to guard herself a little more to make sure this is real she replies, "Later, I promise. Not right now when everything is so new and fresh. I just need a little more time. Is that okay?"

Loki nods, smiling at her and squeezing her hand softly, "That's perfectly okay, take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

She smiles, a bit sadly, "Thank you."

"No problem," he says, squeezing her hand again, "Now, before I start wanting to wear a dress and growing my hair out even longer, let's start talking about manly things like football, cars, or cloth napkins."

Isabella laughs at his words, shaking her head and giggling helplessly when he says, "You know, table clothes might be slightly more important than clothe napkins. Or maybe paint colors for bathrooms or, and this is the best one, layout designs for the bakery."

She continues to laugh and giggle; glad he made her happy, Loki sits back and listens to her laughter as he looks over the park, content with this lot in his life.

This is what happiness feels like. I don't ever want to let it go now that it's in my grasp. Thank you, Father.

Ugh, I can't wait for the backstory chapter... And the big reveal, and reunion chapter... I just can't wait for the reactions!

Anyway, 'til next time...

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