Sorrow walked swiftly into the main room of her and Loki's chambers. Their chambers were huge, lavishly decorated, and extremely messy right now. Sorrow huffed in anger, hearing Loki walk after her. "Sorrow! I apologize!" He called after her.

Sorrow whipped around, seeing the smirk on Loki's face. "It is not funny!" She cried angrily.

Loki's grin widened, despite his best efforts to make it disappear. "I didn't know you would hate having green hair… I thought it looked ravishing." Loki tried to explain.

Sorrow noticed her hair was now brown once more. She glared daggers at him. "I am in no mood for your games right now!" Any other time, and Sorrow would be laughing along with Loki, but current events left her in a rather sour mood. She felt tears stinging her eyes. Loki pulled her into a tight embrace, even though she struggled against him.

"I am sorry… truly. I thought only to lighten the mood. I know you are worried for Yvette. She will be fine, though. You know as well as I do how strong-headed that woman is." Loki whispered into Sorrow's ear. Only the previous day, Yvette had been thrown from her horse and was now in the Healing Halls, unconscious still. "She will be well."

Sorrow sighed. "I know…" She bit her lip. "I am sorry for getting so angry." She said quietly.

"As long as you forgive me for making your hair a stunning shade of green, all is forgiven." Sorrow leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Loki's lips. Loki smirked and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply. She felt her face heat up.

"Eww…" Both Loki and Sorrow turned to the sound of the voice. Loki smirked. "Do you have to do that in front of me?" Hela asked.

"I know of no better place." Loki said, grin widening.

"Of course…" Hela said sarcastically.

Loki let go of Sorrow and walked up to Hela, who glared at him. "Little angel… what is the matter? Did something happen today?"

Hela's icy blue eyes filled with tears. "The other kids in my class… they say I am a runt… because I am so small..." She sniffled softly.

Loki looked in concern at his daughter. He knelt in front of her. Even though she was only ten years old, she had inherited Loki's wit and intelligence. It almost made him forget she was still a small child at times. He brushed the tears that trickled down her face away. "Hela… nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. And if they persist, you can always tell me who they are and I will make sure they don't live to-" Loki was cut off by Sorrow.

"Loki! They are children!" She scolded.

Loki sighed. "You are a princess, Hela. You are my princess. Just as your mother is my Queen and your brother is my prince. I love you… Do not shed unnecessary tears for the likes of cowards." Loki said, a caring hand resting on Hela's shoulder.

"Speaking of our little prince… where is he?" Sorrow asked.

Loki stood up. "I do not know… I thought he was last with you."

Sorrow pressed a hand to her forehead. "Great…" She muttered. She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Why is mom so sad?" Hela asked.

"Your Aunt Yvette got hurt recently, and your mother is stressed. Please, go find you brother." He instructed.

Hela nodded in understanding before skipping away to look for her younger brother.

Loki turned back to Sorrow. He pulled her into his arms and held her as she calmed down. "All will be well. We shall visit her tomorrow if it would please you." Loki said softly. "Are you sure that is all you are concerned about?" Loki asked, looking down at Sorrow. She now had a mischievous look on her face. "What are you not telling me?"

A small smile played on her lips. "I could tell you… but I really shouldn't…" She teased.

"I will be forced to discipline you severely for withholding information from me." Loki said with mock seriousness.

Sorrow's smile got slightly bigger. "Well… if you insist… I could tell you tomorrow." She started walking away.

Loki caught her wrist gently and pulled her back to him. His lips almost touched her ear as he whispered, "You best tell me now before I am forced to punish you…"

Sorrow grinned, something she had picked up from Loki. "Fine. I have no choice but to tell." She waited to see if Loki was actually listening. He was. "I am with child." She stated simply. Loki's grin fell. He looked surprised. Sorrow frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Loki's ice blue eyes gazed lovingly into her own. He placed a kiss on her forehead and embraced her once again. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all." He whispered. Sorrow was confused by his behavior. "You have managed to melt the ice of my heart. You have loved me and taught me what it means to love another… and now you are bringing yet another blessing into my life. Thank you." He whispered reverently. "I love you, my Queen." He said this sincerely, pouring his whole heart into those words.

"I love you, my King." She whispered.

They held each other for a few minutes more before Sorrow pulled away from him, looking troubled. "What is the matter?" Loki asked.

"Listen…" She whispered.

Loki was silent for a moment. "I hear nothing." He said with a frown.

"Exactly…" Sorrow pointed out. "Since when have our children been quiet for longer than two seconds?"

Loki understood now. "I shall go check on them." Loki said, heading towards Fenrir's room.

"I'll straighten this place up." Sorrow concluded. Loki turned to her, about to argue, but she interrupted. "I know! I know! You don't like me cleaning… but I have help this time." Sorrow said, referring to their maid, Eirrah.

"I shall clean. You go check on the children."

Sorrow sighed, clearly tired. "Fine…" She found no use in arguing.

Loki looked at the messy room. Paints, shoes, clothes, various papers, some food, and some tipped over furniture littered the floor. It looked like a tornado had swept through the room. "Never letting Jane give Fenrir caffeine again…" Loki muttered under his breath. He used his magic, and soon, the room was sparkling clean again. He turned and walked towards the door Sorrow had gone in minutes before. He peeked in the room to see Sorrow chasing Fenrir around the room, trying to catch him. Hela was snickering, causing several illusions of her self to jump in Fenrir's way, making the small boy trip and tumble to the ground. He took no time in pushing himself back up and bolting off again.