A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post another chapter. I lost my notes how it should continue and didn't find them until recently. So, second chapter for you. Takes place right after the Avengers movie. R&R
Disclaimer: See prologue.
Thor noticed the look in Loki's eyes as they turned the handles on the device that would bring them back to Asgard. It looked like he regretted what he had done to earth. After Thor brought Loki to the cell he would be held in until his trial Loki nodded at him and sat down on the cot that sat in the small room. He leaned his back against the wall and began to hum a melody Thor didn't know.
On the morning of Loki's trial Thor walked into his cell to see him turning a silver locket in his hands. His lips were curled into a small smile. It wasn't mocking or arrogant or anything like that. It was fond as if he was remembering something happy.
"It is time for your trial." Thor said.
Loki looked up and nodded, slipping the locked underneath the shirt he wore. He followed Thor to the throne room without a word. Just before they entered he looked at Thor and spoke up.
"I hope you can forgive me, brother. I want you to know that the things I did didn't happen completely on my command. You were right, there was someone controlling me." He said. "I was a puppet but I won't deny the wrongs I did."
Thor didn't know how to reply so they just entered the throne room. Loki knelt down in front of the throne, awaiting the Allfather's judgement silently.
"What do you have to say about your crimes, Loki?" Odin asked.
"What I did was wrong and I regret it deeply. I can only hope to get a chance to set some of what I did right if you give me the chance." Loki replied earnestly and looked into Odin's eye.
The Allfather fell silent. The silence lasted ten minutes before Odin stood up.
"I, Odin Allfather, have judged you based on your words and actions. Loki, I sentence you to live on Midgard as a mortal until I see you have learned your lesson." He said, his voice echoing through the hall. "Heimdall will send you to a place on Midgard you choose and you will get enough money to buy what you need. If you want more you will have to work for it. Heimdall will be watching you."
Loki looked down.
"Thank you, father." He whispered.
"Thor, bring him to the Bifrost."
The way to the Bifrost was silent. Heimdall already waited. Loki gave him the location of the field where he and Mirabelle always met. Soon he was pulled into the Bifrost, racing down to earth.
When he arrived he immediately concentrated on the sense for Mirabelle he had because of the locket. She was right behind him. Loki turned around to see her.
"Mirabelle." He breathed.
There was a little moving bundle in her arms.
"You have a child?" Loki asked, stepping closer.
"We have a daughter, Melody." Mirabelle replied.
Now Loki could see the girl's face. His own eyes blinked up at him and a shock of black hair peeked out from under the blanket Melody was wrapped in.
"Mirabelle…" He started but she held up a hand.
"I know what happened in New York, Loki. And I know that wasn't really you. You are no monster, and I still love you. As I said when we first met: You have light in you." She explained.
Loki was overwhelmed by her trust and the fact that she still loved him.
"Mirabelle, do you want to be mine?" He asked. "I couldn't stand living without you. I'm mortal now, stripped of my powers."
"Of course I want to, Loki. I want to raise Melody with you by my side." Mirabelle replied.
He kissed her happily.
The people on earth were surprisingly accepting of Loki living in their midst once he had proved that he didn't want any harm. He married Mirabelle, took on the name of Luke Roberts and got a job at a university teaching about Norse mythology. He earned enough money to live comfortable with his wife and child and save some for times of need. They bought a beautiful little house with an extensive garden. Whenever Loki was working Mirabelle sat Melody in a crib in the garden and worked on the plants. Because of her understanding for every living creature it didn't take long for the garden to become a little piece of paradise.
One year and a half after Loki arrived on earth he came home to find his wife sitting in the living room. Melody was sleeping in Mirabelle's lap. Mirabelle was stroking her hair. Loki smiled softly and hung his coat on the rack. Underneath he wore a blue suit with a white button-up shirt and a blue tie. He took the tie off.
"Hello, Love." He whispered and leaned down to kiss his wife.
She smiled softly.
"I visited my doctor today. And I have news." She told him. "Loki, I'm pregnant."
A happy smile broke out on Loki's face.
"You are bearing a child again?" He asked.
Mirabelle nodded. She stood up and carried Melody to her room. When she came back Loki picked her up and whirled her around, laughing in delight. She laughed with him and covered his face with kisses. When he put her down he still kept his arms around her waist.
"My Love." He whispered over and over.
Soon after that they went to bed, Mirabelle snuggling into Loki's side with him slinging his arms around her protectively.
Loki couldn't help but admire the motherly look of Mirabelle as her belly grew with each passing week. She was even more beautiful in this state of being a borne of life. Every day he would stroke the place where the child grew softly before he left the house and again when he came home. By now he knew Melody had inherited his magic. He mourned the lack of his powers only slightly because it meant he couldn't teach his daughter the usage of her powers by showing her how. He would have to explain once she was old enough. Loki didn't miss one single appointment with Mirabelle's doctor. He couldn't help himself but wrap his wife in cotton metaphorically. When Mirabelle went into the fifth month he got into 'nesting mode' as she called it. He bought the best things they could afford. It was another girl. But they didn't paint the nursery all pink. In the end they settled on a grassy green for the carpet and sky blue for the walls with the ceiling painted in a darker blue with glow-in-the-dark stars on it. All was ready for the birth of the little girl.
When Mirabelle went into labour Loki got a little panicked despite his precautions. He drove like the devil to the hospital where he had signed all forms required weeks ago. Soon Mirabelle was wheeled away to the delivery room. Loki sat beside her, holding her hand as she screamed in pain. He was as pale as snow and the midwife looked at him in knowing pity. It took seemingly forever until the freeing first scream of their second daughter tore through the room. The midwife laid the little girl into Loki's arms. Loki held the small child and looked at her in wonder. This was his daughter, his second little girl. He smiled softly as she blinked up at him with his own eyes just like Melody. Her hair was the same golden colour as Mirabelle's. Loki was happy.
Thor walked up to Heimdall.
"How is he?" He asked.
"I am not allowed to talk about Loki's life." The Guardian of the Bifrost replied.
"I just want to know if he is happy." Thor stressed.
Heimdall sighed.
"Yes." He answered eventually. "He is very happy. I never saw him that happy on Asgard."
Thor nodded.
"Thank you. I have to travel to Midgard now."
The guard nodded and activated the Bifrost.