Thank you all for the comments and thanks to Anonymous3:30 (that would be a cool fanfiction name when you get an account), I really likes you idea, I hope you like what I have done. I hope you all enjoy the next three chapters, I really had fun writing these. You all great, please please please keep the comments coming!

Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Loofney and Leera are mine

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"It's...getting...late" Loki managed, still lying on the floor, kissing Leera. They had not moved from that spot for a while now, just wrapped up in each other's embrace. "I...Think...we...should...perhaps...join...the...Others...for...dinner don't you?" Leera ignored Loki and carried on kissing him. Loki closed his eyes to savour the moment, then grudgingly lifted Leera from him and sat her down on the floor. Loki opened his eyes and looked to her; she looked like a lost puppy, her eyes shone and her lips pouted. Loki chuckled and rose to his feet, holding out a hand for his wife to take to pull herself of with.

"But I'm not hungry" Leera said, pulling on Loki's collar, grinning playfully. Loki kept himself under control, and pulled away, walking to his wife's closet.

"You can't wear those clothes to dinner." Loki pointed out, selecting a ravishing golden garment for his wife. Leera sighed, knowing that she was not going to get her way and took the dress from Loki's hand. The emerald prince appeared by his own closet and chose his ever so popular black leggings, boots and tunic, and rather lazily, with a waved of his hand, they appeared on his body, not wanting to bother putting them on the normal way. Leera noticed and rolled her eyes, pulling her dress on, up over her torso.

"Can you do my dress up?" Leera asked her husband, looking over her shoulder. Loki nodded and approached his wife, taking hold of the two lengths of ribbon at the back and slowly tightened them all the way to the top, finishing by tying the two prices of ribbon together in a bow. Once finished, Loki placed a soft kiss on the base of Leera's neck and walked to the corner of the room where his small son still slept. "Shall we let him sleep?" Leera questioned, standing beside the dark haired trickster.

"No, he has not eaten since this morning. He must be fed" Loki replied and reached down into the cot, waking up baby Loofney, and for the first time, he cried. Loki lifted the child up and placed him against his chest, rubbing his back slowly, but the baby did not stop crying. Frowning, Loki looked to Leera whom shared the same expression. "Hush, little one" Loki cooed, continuing to rub the babies back. Leera smiled and turned, knowing that Loofney was safe in his father's arms. Loki walked behind and both left the room towards the hall, but before they even walked a little bit, Loki stopped and turned to a guard. "Please inform the All-Father to expect our presence at dinner" the guard nodded, and then took a quick glance at the child, smiling, before dashing off in front of them to the king.

Loofney fell silent during the walk to the golden hall. He happily led in his father's arms, eagerly listening to his parent's voices, relishing in their sounds. Looking up to his father, Loofney playfully grabbed some hair. Loki had noticed that for some reason his son had taken to his dark locks, and found it quite humorous. Loofney tugged on the hair, but Loki did not flinch, as it was not a strong enough pull to cause pain. Little Lokison giggled and stretched his hand, stroking the dark locks of his father, and opened his emerald green eyes wide in glee. The guards standing alert at the golden doors, opened the doors for the royal prince and Lady Loki, and all three entered the hall. Odin, as usual sat at the upper end of the table alongside his wife. Thor sat to the side, next to dear Fandral, and Sif, Hogun and Volstagg sat the hoer end, leaving empty chairs facing Odin (much to Loki's disappointment) for Loki and Leera to sit down.

"Ahh my son, it's good to see you. We did not expect you back so soon from Midgard" Odin welcomed and pointed to the seats in front of him for them to sit. Leera looked to Loki warningly, knowing that he was about to say something snide towards Odin, so she answered, knowing that she had Thor's trust that he would not say anything.

"I did not feel at home there, since living here. It was my doing, I wanted to return" Leera smiled, taking her seat. Loki smiled in gratitude at his wife and sat next to her, moving his plate with one hand and sat Loofney on the table, supporting his back. For a few moments everyone looked and smiled at the baby. Loofney looked wide eyed at the company and brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking it.

"He appears so strong and intelligent for such a young, new born child. I would still expect him for another few weeks to be crying and lying down. But he's only three and is sitting up, barely crying at all!" Sif gasped, looking thoughtfully at Loki's child.

"He is his father's son" Loki replied, smiling at Sif. Loofney dropped his thumb from his mouth and eyed a golden apple. Leera and the rest of the company began nibbling at choice meats and fine fruit, but Loki noticed his sons gleam in his eyes and laughed. Odin raised an eyebrow at Loki laughing and too followed the little Childs gaze. Loofney leaned forward trying to claw his hands at the giant golden circular object. "No, my son" Loki said, moving the apples away. Loofney turned to face his father, not understanding, his lips trembling and began to wail. Everyone stopped eating and looked to the baby, all looking like they wanted to say "Awww" tears streamed from his small green eyes and looked to his father, not understanding why he couldn't have the large golden object. Loki sighed, not being able to say no to those puppy dog eyes and waved his free hand over the golden apple. Instantly, as everyone watched, the apple liquefied in the air, as it did so an emerald green container built around it, forming a teat at the top. Loofney eyed the golden liquid and immediately stopped crying, grabbing the air for the bottle. Placing it carefully in his hands, Loofney drank greedily.

"If I remember rightly, you always loved those apples Loki" Frigga spoke, smiling delicately at her youngest son. Loki gave a weak smiled and watched his son gulp down the liquefied apple. "He may only be three days old, but you can already see the similarities" she continued, then focused back onto her plate.

They all ate in silence, except for Loki who declined every bit of food offered, and watched his son. Imagining everything about his future; what he would look like, would he take after him in magic? What would he be known for? The god of what? Loofney gulped down his third liquefied apple and dropped the bottle on the table, laughing messily as stray apple dribbled down his chin. Leera turned and saw her son, my he was cute, she though. Loofney sat still momentarily, and then swayed against his father's helping hand, his eyes drifting close. "I think he needs to go to bed now" Loki stated, scooping up Loofney, pushed his chair back and stood.

"Loki, you have eaten for two days!" Leera exclaimed, looking up at her husband. "You should eat something first." Loki smiled weakly down at his wife, then shook his head, turning on his heels and began to walk away. "Loki!" Leera called after him, but he did not answer and left the room. There was a slight awkward silence as Leera turned around and picked at a piece of chicken.

"Is everything alright?" Thor asked, breaking the silence. Leera looked up and nodded.

"I just don't understand. It was his idea to come to dinner. He didn't even eat anything!" Leera replied looking utterly confused.

"It's not an uncommon trait with Loki..." Odin began, holding his goblet and looked around at every face at the table. "... When something is on his mind, and is making him restless, he can go days without eating. He did it an awful lot when he was just a child." Frigga nodded in agreement.

"Surly it's not healthy for him?" Leera exclaimed.

"He's a god, my dear, a few days without food is hardly going to hurt him" Odin said, his tone something undefinable. Leera shrugged her shoulders and sighed. What was wrong with him?

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Loki placed his son on his lap as he sat on the bed. He began stroking his head and he looked down into the familiar eyes of his son. Loki was curious. Would he be afraid of his natural form like he was when he saw his skin change in Jotunheim when the frost giant grabbed his arm? Biting his lip, not wanting to hurt his child, Loki placed a few fingers on the tiny arm of the little body on his lap. Loki waited a few seconds and looked around the room. He knew no one was there, but he checked the room anyway. Slowly, Loki allowed his jotun form to spread across his alabaster skin, never taking his eyes from Loofney's checking to see if he was frightened. As Loki's eyes turned red, his skin perfectly blue, Loofney's eyes widened, but he did not cry. Grabbing one of Loki's fingers whole in his hand, Loofney giggled and Loki noticed his toes moving, and as they did, a slight tint on blue crept up his little legs. Loki gasped in awe as he saw this small child transform. His little emerald globes changing into a light red and patterns danced across his blue forehead. Loki grinned at his son, and for that split second moment, Loki relished in his true form, feeling proud of his intelligent little boy. Satisfied, Loki returned to his alabaster skin. Loofney looked up at his father, his big red eyes returning to their green colour and he followed in suit, allowing his skin and eyes to copy his father. "What a bright boy you are dear one" Loki whispered, looking lovingly at his child, his finger still held in the grasp of Loofney's hand. Loofney showed his gums, spreading his lips wide in a smile/yawn, and his grasp against Loki's finger loosened. Dropping his arm, Loofney closes his eyes falling into a slumber. Loki slide from the bed quietly and walked to the cot in the corner of the room, and tucked him into the sheets.

Kissing his sons forehead, Loki walked to the balcony, holding his empty stomach and instantly groaned as he sensed his father's aura approach his room. Without knocking, Odin opened the door and closed it behind him, looking quickly to the cot, then to his son.

"What do you want?" Loki asked, leaning on the balcony, facing away from his father.

"What is going on Loki? When you first arrived with your lady, we forgave one another. We embraced in the return of you and your redemption, and all was well. Now, I cannot help but sense hostility towards you and me" Odin said, sadness in his voice.

"I was overcome with emotions. Many I have not experienced. That was the reason for our reconciliation..." Loki said, venomously.

"You would not have embraced me otherwise? You would not have told me your hurts and troubles?" Odin said, he sounded almost heartbroken, as he clutched the post of the bed.

"No" came Loki's cold reply, as he turned around to face the All-Father.

"What of you mother? Your brother even? Would you have shown them affection?" Odin inquired, sitting down, and Loki pulled a face as he knew Odin was not leaving anytime soon.

"Probably not. As why should I not? You are not my family" Loki replied bitterly, cornering himself in the darkness of his room.

"Loki, did I not tell you he reasons for keeping the truth from you? Can you not see it was for the good of your being?" Odin asked, almost pleaded as he stood, his single eye brimming with tears.

"I would have you leave now" Loki spoke, his voice dripping with hatred. Odin felt a tug at his heart and walked to the door, feeling defeated at the fact that his youngest son, the son that he was secretly most proud of, his talented son, loathed him.

"I would like to think, to hope even, Loki, that you would see fit to forgive me that we may share the father/son relationship we once shared." Odin spoke, a stray tear leaking from his wise eye as he looked to Loki, whom stood, glaring, his face emotionless.

"We can all hope All-Father, but we cannot change the past" Loki said and turned from his father's gaze and returned to the balcony. Odin shook his head and left the room. On hearing his 'father' leave the room, Loki gasped loudly and clutched his chest. Closing his eyes, Loki whimpered and fell to the floor, leaning against the bars of the balcony. Bringing his knees to his chest, Loki tried with all his might to hold back the tears, angry with himself at this weakness. Loki bit his lip furiously, causing a trail of blood to drip down his chin. Shaking his head, silent tears fell down his cheek. He hurt, inside. No matter how many times he tried to forget, Thor, Frigga or Odin would remind him. They constantly brought a waved of pain with their presence. Letting out an audible cry, Loki shook, trembled against his sorrow and the cold night air. Silently, waiting for his wife to return, Loki cried himself to sleep.