Loki spent the next two months visiting Thor. He kept me informed of Thor's progress as did Sif and the warriors three. It seemed Thor was still adamant that Loki had a bad character within him. As there seemed to be no real progress, I decided to pay him a visit. I waited for the right moment, knowing Loki didn't want me anywhere near Thor in case he tried to hurt me. So when Loki, Sif and the warriors three were summoned off world to deal with a rebellious threat, I took my chance. The moment they had departed through the bifrost, I hastily made my way through the corridors, holding my belly carefully. As I came to the doors of Thor's quarters, I noticed the same green glow that encased the doors, keeping him locked inside. I knew I could enter and leave, but in doing so, Loki would know I had visited him. I contemplated my options. Leave now, and hope that Thor will eventually come around, or walk through those doors and risk my life to change Thor's mind about Loki, and feel the wrath of my overprotective husband when he got home. I stood there for a moment, my face scrunched up in thought as a guard looked at me, confused. When I had made my decision, I walked towards the doors. The guard moved now, stepping forward, his staff blocking my entry to the doors.

"I cannot allow you to enter my Lady." He said kindly.

"You would disallow your queen from entering?" I said, shocked. I put the regal charm and intimidation on full blast, I knew I would need to in order to get past him. It wasn't like I could do anything else at this point anyway, considering my ever-growing bulbous belly. The guard's eyes shifted nervously.

"My Lady, it's by the King's orders that you are not to enter." He explained, his voice quavering.

"But the King is not in Asgard presently." I explained, having a stroke of genius that made me jump slightly. The guard didn't seem to notice, thank God. He simply looked at me, bewildered. "And when the King is not here, the throne falls to me." I smiled triumphantly as the guard's shoulders sunk in resignation.

"But-" He began, but I held my hand up to stop him. He stepped back into his position, his face looking down at the ground. He didn't move then as I walked to the door, opening one just enough for me to fit through, and closing it shut behind me. I noticed the green glow surrounding the doors glimmer as I entered.

I took a few steps further into the room, looking around. It was a large room, as big as Loki and my bedroom. A four poster bed with red silk sheets and a fur throw rug was made perfectly in the far corner, near the ensuite. There was a large wooden engraved chest of drawers on one side of the bed. On the other side of the room stood a small pedestal of which was half empty, Thor's feathered crown placed there, but an empty spot next to it. I assumed this was for Thor's hammer, of which had been confiscated from him when he arrived. As I looked out to the balcony, a largely built man stood, looking out at the descending afternoon sky. He turned though, aware of my presence with a sullen look that changed to surprise as his eyes landed on me. He wore a simple pair of baggy leather pants and a loose white cotton top. His blonde shoulder length hair was pulled back slightly at the top, the rest falling over his shoulders. The sound of his leather boots patted against the stone floor as he walked towards me, with a care that was evident. I stood defiant, wearing a simply loose silk dress in a deep blue, my favourite colour. My hair was pulled back in what looked like a messy pony, my waves falling down my back in a group of thick strands. My hands rested in front of my belly, which was very much obvious despite the loose nature of my dress. He stopped a few metres in front of me, his face soft, but his eyes alert.

"Your stomach has grown much, since I last saw you." He noted. His voice was calm, an air of friendliness in his words. I knew then that he wouldn't hurt me. If he was going to, I would be dead and beaten on the floor by now. I sighed in relief and felt my nerves calm instantly. "How long left?" He asked.

"About three months." I said softly, now rubbing my stomach carefully.

"You are here to convince me of my brother's honour." I nodded at his statement.

"I thought it was my turn to give things a try, considering everyone else has practically failed." I explained. He looked at me through narrowed, intrigued eyes.

"You speak differently." He noted. "You do not speak like that of an Asgardian."

"That's because I'm not originally from Asgard."

"You are Midgardian?" Thor said in disbelief. I smiled, my hands spreading out in a suggestive motion, gesturing to all of me.

"In the flesh!" Thor stood stock still for a long moment, his face showing his deep contemplation, with a hint of confusion thrown in there. I knew he wasn't as bright as Loki, so I thought it would be better for me to explain. I told him of the prophecy, of my first impressions of Loki when I had arrived. I told him of how he changed my perception of him, of how I saw him begin to change in the way he acted around me. Thor listened intently, sitting down on an armchair, leaning forward. His eyes watched me carefully looking for signs of mind manipulation from Loki. I knew that was what he was looking for. He had said as much in the throne room the last time I had seen him.

"He has changed? My brother tried to destroy your planet, and you think he's changed from the murderous dictator he attempted to be?" Thor challenged, desperate for me to see his point of view. And in all honestly, I did see it. But I had also seen a side of Loki that had trumped the evil nature that had once lingered inside of him. Since my arrival, since we had become closer, since we were married, and now since I became pregnant, he had become a loving soul that had un undying devotion to me. I explained all this to Thor who lowered his gaze to the stone floor, his expression thoughtful. "Your explanation of him, reminds me of days once passed. When Loki and I were family." He spoke, his voice soft.

"People can go back to that." I justified, and as I spoke, he lifted his gaze, searching my eyes for something.

"As a King... He is benevolent, he cares for the people?"

"As Queen I have to be present for the weekly hearings. He is kind and caring towards all people, he grants them some things, gives advice. He cares about making Asgard prosper. He understands the burdens of the throne, he's willing to accept those burdens. He's a good King. And yes, I might have a biased opinion of him, but truly, I hated him when I had first arrived here. He had tried to destroy my world. And now, I'm crazy about the guy." I shrugged at the honest reply I gave Thor. He watched me for a moment, before standing and looking out at the now night sky, the stars glistening high above.

"And now you are an Asgardian, married to Loki, and bearing his child." Thor noted, before turning to face me once again. I nodded as he looked at me. "You have bound yourself to him for an eternity, willingly?" I nodded again, smiling. Thor sighed. "When my brother has visited, I have seen him become more patient. There is less anger in his eyes. The hate he once bore for me is no longer present it seems. You have humbled him. You bring joy to his heart." As Thor finished having his audible moment of realization, the doors to his bedroom burst open. I stood up from the chair I sat on, and turned to find Loki walking hastily into the room. Eyes filled with worry and anger. He stopped at my side, placing one of his hands on my back, the other on the farther side of my face. He looked deeply into my eyes, worry present. I smiled assuringly at him, and placed my hand on top of the one that rested on my cheek.

"I'm perfectly fine." I assured him. He nodded slightly, his otherwise composed face faltering as he did. He then turned to face Thor, who stood hesitantly.

"Brother, I have not harmed your wife." Thor assured him.

"That much is clear." Loki said coldly, he turned his face back to mine. "Go back to our quarters immediately." His voice had a strong sense of controlled rage coursing through it. I knew he was angry by me disobeying his most important rule, but I'm pretty sure it had made a difference to Thor. I walked out of the room heading back in the direction of our bedroom. As I entered, I dismissed the handmaidens that were turning down our bed. I took the fur throw rug from the bed and wrapped it around my shoulders as I sat down in front of the hearth that had been placed in out room for the winter season that now approached. As I drunk in the heat from the burning fire, the doors opened, a pair of boots slapping against the stone ground before the doors shut once more. I knew it was him, but I was too hesitant to turn around and look at him.

"What were you thinking?!" Loki said, his voice exasperated and reeking of worry. He stopped a few meters in front, turning to face me.

"I know you didn't want me going in there for obvious reasons, but-"

"Exactly! And you still disobey me! The one thing I asked of you not to dismiss so idly! He could have attacked you, out of spite towards me! He could have killed you, and our child!"

"Loki-"

"NO. If I have to confine you to our quarters at least for the remainder of your pregnancy, I shall. If that is what it takes. Because you obviously don't have any idea of personal safety, or that of our child!"

"I knew what I was risking. But the only person Thor would listen to was me. A Midgardian that's married to the man who tried to rule my planet. Pregnant with his child!" I justified. Loki's face was fuming, his chest was heaving up and down. And it was then that I noticed the large gash stretching across his front. I stood up, suddenly worried. I brushed the sides of the gash with the tips of my fingers, inspecting the damage.

"Do not, Anne." Loki attempted to caution me, but his need for me to touch him found its way through his words. He sighed, his eyes closing for a moment.

"I need to fix this. Before it gets any worse." I said quickly, my heart beginning to race.

"It is fine. It is not a large injury. It shall heal." Loki explained, his voice soft. My breathing became heavy, my eyes boring into the deepest recesses of the gash. Loki grabbed my arms carefully, making me step back. His eyes pierced mine and I was forced to look up at him, tearing my gaze away from the wound on his chest. "Now you see? The worry that plagues you when I am hurt." His voice was calm and controlled now. "I had felt your presence pass through my barriers into Thor's room. Your actions had plagued me with such worry. The same worry you feel now." I saw his point and nodded, swallowing hard as I did. Loki's touch instantly became softer. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my body and kissing me tenderly. I burrowed into the nape of his neck and he kissed my hair.

"I'm sorry." I said desperately. He responded by lifting my face with the tips of his fingers, resting on my chin. He pulled his lips to mind carefully, before parting. "But, I had to go. I had to enter. Now Thor believes that you have changed." I explained. Loki nodded, lowering his gaze in resignation.

"I know. And you are right. But do not put yourself in such a path of potential harm once more." He begged and I nodded. I pulled myself away then, looking back the gash.

"Now, this needs fixing."