Chapter 3: Complications

Kissig Sleipnir's forehead, he stood. "I have six children. Two died." He whispered, careful not to wake his sleeping boys. "Why not? I... I may not look it, Heimdall, but I love being a mother."

Heimdall looked away, almost embarrassed. ''No one has seemed interested in me. I guess I am not worthy of being either a mother or a father''

He picks up his youngest child, rocking Fenrir. "I-I think... You'd make a good father." He said, blushing just slightly though the color was like a flame on his pale skin. "I though the same. I would be a terrible mother... But I think I've done well."

Heimdall still wouldn't look at him. ''Thank you, but i think that you are wrong, i would probably be a terrible father. I am always at bifrost and wouldn't be there for my offspring.''

The babe woke, moaning softly before crying. Loki sighed and rocked him. "Hush little one." He sang. "Don't cry. Momma is here now my love." Fenrir's large blue eyes stared up at Heimdall.

"You are a good mother." Heimdall stated. "But, I should get back to Bifrost now. BUt you can come visit me there any time that you wish."

The Babe was staring at Heimdall. Loki smiled. "He likes you." He said, "Come. Hold him.

"But, I really need to return to the Bifrost. But I'll hold him for a little while." Heimdall walked over to Loki and gently took the child.

His name was Fenrir, he stared up at Heimdall with beautiul blue eyes. He giggled and smiled, taking Heimdall's thumb into his sharp teeth. "He likes you."

Heimdall stared at the infant with a sort of longing, while stroking the child's head.

"His name is Fenrir. Fenrir Lokison." He was swaying softly on his feet.

Someone had spiked his drink.

"That is a wonderful name." Heimdall supported the child upon his shoulder, slightly bouncing him.

Loki soon he was unable to stay on his own feet. As Heimdall held his son, Loki collapsed to the ground.

Heimdall gently put Fenrir back into his crib and picked Loki up, bridal style. Heimdall carried Loki to his chambers and layed him upon the bed. Heimdall searched the room for a chair, and once he found one, he sat down on it, awaiting Loki's awakening.

The raven was limp, the moonlight illuminating his body. He groaned softly, shaking violently before he was laid on his bed. He couldn't hold up his glamour, his fingers slowly started to fade to a dark indigo. Tribal scars like sandpaper covered his skin as horns pushed through his skull, blood falling on his pillow.

Heimdall was nervous, almost scared. "Loki... if you can hear me, do you wish for me to call for the healers?"

The raven was limp, but he grabbed Heimdall's hand. "N-no..." He whispered. "J-Jötunn... Are... Dead."

"Loki, what can I do then?" Heimdall was panicking.

But the raven was unconscious again, Fenrir looking up, Sleipnir soon woke. "Mama?

Heimdall tucked Loki in the blankets on the bed and went back to the children's bedroom.

"Your mother has met with an accident. He is in his bedroom. I am doing everything I can to make your mother healthy again, alright?"

"That is a wonderful name." Heimdall supported the child upon his shoulder, slightly bouncing him.

The older raven rubbed his eyes, looking up. He knew this man. Or least he'd seen the man before when his mother would take him and Fenrir on adventures. "Mama? Why is he hurt?"

"You're mamma drank too much of adult people drinks and is feeling sick. He'll be better soon, I promise. Would you like to see your mamma?" Heimdall wasn't used to speaking to children, so he felt odd speaking to the child.

Sleipnir dashed out, Fenrir sniffling in his crib. The golden god walked into the room. "Brother?" He asked. Then he saw Heimdall and narrowed his eyes.

Heimdall turned to Thor, "What do you need?"

"What have you done with the prince?" He growled, clinching his fists, it was clear what he thought had happened. "I told him to dance with you, guard. NOT to be bedded by you!"

"I didn't bed him. He wasn't feeling well, so I carried him to his chambers. He is there, unconscious. He had rather too much wine."

The blonde narrowed his eyes. "You dare be dishonest to your prince?" He narrowed his eyes. He saw the baby stir, little Fenrir. He ran to the infant. "What has he done to you my child?!" He asked, picking the baby up.

"I DID NOT BED LOKI! I am telling the truth, go ask him if you are doubting me. And I've done nothing to the child!" Heimdall protested, but truly.

Thor had to calm himself, least he harm the baby, he nodded and held little Fenrir close to his beating heart. "Where is the prince now? He ran from the feast last night, what did you say to burden him?"

"We got into a slight argument and he was overwhelmed and ran off. Then I caught up with him and explained myself. We are okay now. He is in his chambers if you wish to speak with him, but I don't think that he wishes to be disturbed." Heimdall tried to explain himself, again, hoping that the golden man in front of him would at least believe him.

I'm sorry, but this story will not be finished. Like ever. My inspiration is gone, and I don't see it coming back. I'm so sorry to those of you who enjoyed it.