Hello my lovely lot, hope your well and are enjoying this so far. I hope you like this, and can see that some action is about to happen. I don't think it's a good idea to threaten Loki's wife and Son with danger, dun dun dun, little sneak preview haha. Just in case you're unsure, you pronounce Loofney as Loof-Nay. If you kinda guessed that, then sorry I'm so touched that you are all thoroughly enjoying this. And please please please post a comment. I love having my inbox filled with your awesome encouragements!
Marvel owns Loki. Leera and baby Loofney belong to me
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"It's nice to see everything in place" Leera assessed as she opened the front door and walked around the living room. It seemed strange that it was over a year since she last set foot here. Walking to the kitchen, Leera picked up two mugs and took the kettle to the sink to fill it with fresh water, and put it on to boil.
"So, now that we are married, I take it that I shall be in your room and not the one I was so used to upstairs?" Loki smirked, kissing Loofney's head. Leera grinned and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that room can be Loofney's now. Although, I don't know how he's going to sleep there. I haven't got any baby cot's or anything" Leera said, crowing at the thought of not having any supplies in her house that she could use for her new born child. Loki walked to the sofa and gently laid down the sleeping child and conjured a blanket, placing on top of him. Leera smiled at the scene before here and walked behind Loki, wrapping her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. Loki placed his hands on top of Leera's and dropped his head back, resting it on top of his wife's. "Hmmm" Leera moaned pleasantly with a hint of tiredness.
"Are you tired?" Loki asked, closing his eyes.
"I am. He took a lot out of me. Shall we go to bed?" Leera pushed her head further into Loki's back and kissed in between his shoulder blades. Loki smiled and lifted his head, opening his wife's arms and turned to face her.
"Yes, let's..." the emerald prince kissed Leera's brow and turned, picking up the baby. Opening his eyes ever so slowly, Loofney focused on his father and squeaked a yawn, stretching out his arms, grabbing hold of a dark strand of hair that hung loosely from Loki's head. "Hello little one" Loki whispered, his tone no his usual one, full of softness and love. Little Loofney gave a slight, what could only be described as a giggle and yawned again, eyes fighting against the babies will to close. "Shhh, go to sleep" Loki said. Leera walked over and leaned down, kissing the baby's head. Little Loofney slowly let go of Loki's hair and gradually brought his arms to his side, yawning again, showing his small pink gums and tiny Tongue. The trickster waited for Leera to ascend the stairs before following in suit.
On reaching the landing, the dark haired prince handed his love, the sleeping bundle, and opened the familiar door. Walking in and closing the curtains, Loki waved his hand elegantly towards the bed in front of him and in a burst of electrical colours, slowly the bed shrunk and deformed until it stood proudly and a cot, green in colour and its appearance suitable for a prince. Smiling at his creation, Loki took Loofney from his mother's grasp and settles him down into the softness on the cot. Leera's eyes filled with tears, a sudden rush of emotions coating her body. "Goodnight my son" Loki said proudly, kissing the child and stood, looking to his tearful wife.
"Goodnight little Loofney" Leera spoke, standing by the door, holding herself up by the doorframe. Loki strode over and scooped Leera up without trouble, into his arms and walked down the hall to the bedroom that was now theirs, and placed Leera on the bed. Loki undressed the exhausted woman, bit by bit and clothed her exposed body in a rich, emerald silk night dress. Dressing himself straight after, Loki crawled onto the bed towards Leera, like a lion hunting its prey. Leera blushed at the gleam in Loki's eyes and looked away, cheeks burning. "How will we hear the baby from here?" Leera cleared her throat, still not looking at Loki and changed the subject. Loki reached his destination and planted soft kisses from the top to the bottom of Leera's neck
"This..." Loki began, still trailing kisses on her neck "is..." kiss "how..." kiss "we..." kiss "will..." kiss "hear..." kiss "him..." Loki broke away and waves his hand towards the dressing table, and an almost medieval looking baby monitor appeared in a flash of blue and golden sparks. Leera grinned at the creation and looked back to face her husband, capturing his mouth in a loving kiss. That night, as the rain that began to fall, pattered against the window, Leera and Loki spent their night lovingly together as a new wedded couple would. With each other.
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Leera woke with a grin spread across her face, memories of the magical night before and sighed happily. Turning her head to the side, she smiled as Loki was fast asleep. This was a treat for her, as usually when she woke, he was always there, awake and watching her with a smile. Shuffling out of bed, Leera placed on her dressing gown and walked youth bathroom quietly. Washing her face and drying it, Leera entered the bedroom again, surprised to see him still sleeping. Opening the curtains, Leera looked back to her husband and grinned; Loki was now lying on his back, stretching his arms in his sleep, groaning in satisfaction. The morning was golden, and the sun illuminated the hall and the dark haired woman walked slowly to the next bedroom, poking her head around the door to check on her still sleeping son. Leera found it strange for a baby as he neither made a noise, nor woke up during the night; not the she was complaining really. Walking to his cot, Loofney opened his eyes, almost as if he sensed his mother's presence and lifted up his arms for her to pick him up. Complying, Leera picked up her son and held him to her chest as she walked slowly down the stairs to make some warm milk for the little god.
"Leera?" Slurred a sleepy voice. Loki opened his eyes, lifting himself up on his elbows and noticed an empty bed. Frowning, Loki reached on the floor for his sleeping bottoms and pulled them on, slouching on the edge of the bed. "Leera?" His voice sounded, a lot louder this time.
"We are downstairs!" A voice shouted back. Loki grinned and strode over to the bathroom, switching on the shower.
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"Do you want some milk?" Leera said, her voice childlike, shaking a baby bottle, which Loki conjured up, in front of little Lokison's face. Loofney, surprising strong enough to sit up by himself, being only three days old, was sat in another one of Loki's creations in the kitchen, holding out his hands eagerly for the bottle. Leera laughed and gave the bottle to Loofney. Holding it between both hands, Loofney placed his mouth over the teat of the bottle and drank happily, savouring the new taste filling his mouth, his emerald green eyes shining vibrantly. "You like that huh?" Leera noticed, stroking Loofney's head, then turned to her cooker, which was not switched on, cooking some bacon that once again, Loki had provided. He practically filled every cupboard with fresh ingredients and drinks. He was amazing, Leera thought to herself.
Humming happily, turning the bacon every so often, and occasionally turning to watch her son drink the warm milk, Leera thought about how great her life had become. She was married to a god. She lived in a different world for over a year. She laughed to herself at the thought of telling someone that. They would have thought her insane, but she didn't care. She hated Loki when they first met, and now, even the thought of him, or even when she just said his name, it caused butterflies to dance frantically in her stomach. Leera's trail of thought came to a halt when her doorbell rang. Groaning inside, Leera quickly picked Loofney up from his chair. The last time the doorbell had rung, it was Greg, looking to pick a fight. Confused as to who it could be, as she was not home for over a year, Leera cautiously approached the door, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, listening to Loki in the shower.
Turning the key ever so slowly to unlock the door, Leera's hand held on tighter to Loofney, scared about whom would be there, and sighing at the thought that they came here for peace and quiet and already one day in they were being interrupted. Shaking her head in disappointment, Leera opened the door. She could have almost laughed in their face when she saw the group outside, though she though better than to do that as it would have been rude. A man in a black trench coat stood, with an eye patch across on eye, looking confused at her. Next to him stood a red headed female in a black leather suit, and next to her, a man with similar clothing. Behind them stood a man in a red and gold metal suit, his mask lifted up so his face could be seen. Then two others. A man in an American flag spandex set and a man in a plain boring suit. "Yes?" Leera asked, trying not to laugh. Were they collecting money? A charity of some sort? Was it wear a costume to work day?
"I-um…" Fury began, taken aback at the person standing before them, holding the baby. They were expecting Loki in this place, as this was where the co-ordinated had led them too. Instead it was a woman and her child. Fury felt slightly stupid at this arrival. Did they get the co-ordinates wrong? No, Stark is never wrong, Fury thought, much to his disappointment. "I'm sorry; we were expecting someone else to answer the door. May we speak?"
"I don't know you" Leera pointed out, holding Loofney closer to her chest, rubbing his back gently.
"Sorry Ma'am. I am Director Fury with S.H.I.E.L.D. We were informed that one of our…" Fury looked to the red head and looked back, not willing to give much away "…Someone we are after was last seen here. Perhaps you could help us, as we seem to have incorrect information"
"Hey man, I'm never wrong. He's here. Jarvis is picking up the energy reading we received back at the base" The man in the red suit butted in. Leera shuffled from one foot to the other uncomfortably and looked back to the stair, still hearing the water run.
"Is someone there with you miss?" The man in the blue spandex asked, stepping forward.
"My husband is in the shower. Listen, perhaps you guys can come back later?" Leera asked, feeling unsure about the people before her.
"With all due respect Ma'am, we need to talk now" Fury said, emphasising this by walking forward. Leera bit her lip, not wanting to quarrel as she was outnumbered and vulnerable as Loki was upstairs. Stepping aside, Leera allowed everyone to walk in and she closed the door behind them.
"That's a beautiful baby miss. How old is he?" The man in the blue spandex asked, smiled genuinely, and the other slightly gathered around to get a better look.
"He's three days old" Leera stated, looking down into Loofney's cheerful face.
"Three? He's a big baby for three" Fury stated, looking curiously at Leera. Leera invited them all to sit, which they did; some sitting on the floor because of lack of space on the chairs.
"What do you want to know?" Leera rubbed Loofney's back and suddenly remembered the bacon was on and excused herself to turn it off. Returning, Fury was stood on his feet.
"Ma'am, have you seen a man, well I say a man… with long black hair…" Fury began but was interrupted by the man in the red suit.
"Great cheek bones, green eyes, a tall ass dude…"
"…His name..." Fury glared at the man "… maybe you have heard of it, is Loki" As soon as the name left the dark man's lips Loofney bounced in Leera's arms and gave a squeak of joy, looking back with his emerald eyes at the group gathered together in the room. Everyone noticed this and Leera cleared her throat, slightly stepping back towards the steps.
"Loki…" Leera said.
"Yes, Loki…" Fury said, mistaking Leera speaking as a confirmation of his name, but was in fact calling him.
"Loki!" Leera said again, her voice raised, and the red headed woman's brow creased, noticing the change in this dark haired woman. The baby however kept on giggling at every mention of his father's name. "Loki! Come here now!" Leera said, slightly afraid as the whole company rose to their feet. The man in the red suit let down his mask, covering his face. The couple dressed in back pulled out their guns. The man in blue spandex held out a circular shield and the man in the suit stood quietly. "Loki!" Leera shouted louder, backing into the stairs, afraid that these people would hurt her baby.
A loud thud was heard upstairs and everyone looked to the ceiling then back to the frightened woman's face. Footsteps could be heard along the landing and all watched as a long pair of legs descended the stairs. Loki rushed down, not missing a step and was completely oblivious to the company, just one hundred per cent focused on the frantic woman. Standing in front of her, cupping her face, then looking down to his son, he asked
"What is it, what's wrong?" Leera just stared forward and Loki turned slowly, following her gaze. Then, he gulped when faced with the problem. The man in the red suit stepped forward slightly and raised his light filled hand towards the green god. Loki stood in front of his wife and child and held out his arms to the side to protect them from the company in the room. On witnessing this action, everyone raised an eyebrow. How could this man, this god, who killed all those people and their friend, just suddenly appear after all this time and guard a mortal woman and baby. It was just wrong, out of place even. The man in the red suit stepped forward, his light in his hand beginning to make a noise, as if activating.
"Stark" Loki acknowledged, not moving from his protective stance.
"What are you doing here Loki? You keeping that woman and the kid against their will?" Stark questioned his voice obviously not in the mood for this god. Memories of being thrown from the window flashing across his eyes.
"How did you know I was here" Loki's tone dripped anger, his eyes darkening as he glared at everyone, then shot a hate filled glance at the man in the suit.
"We are always on the lookout for some would be rulers that bounce back from the dead" The man in the black leather outfit said, clutching his bow.
"Leave" Loki said, stepping forward slightly.
"I don't think that's going to happen somehow…" The red head replied, lifting her gun up towards the green god.