Hello my lovelies. I am so excited about how much good feedback this story is getting. So, here goes. As you can probably tell, if I keep doing loki's and Leera's life step by step, Loofney will forever be a new born child and everything will get rather slow and dull, so with thanks to the lovely Anonymous3:30's encouragement/confirmation about possibly letting something's happen, I have fast forwarded things towards the end to speed up the story and to allow space for new things to happen with Loki, Leera, Loofney and Midgard and Asgard, be it for the good or for the worst… depends what mood I'm in. hehe. So I really hope you enjoy this and hopefully, you'll get excited to read the next chapter as much as I am about writing it. Please please please, review this, I really love hearing from you guys. The more reviews I get that are truly awesome, the more confident and excited I get about writing the next chapter. Much loves to all.

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

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Leera looked on at her sleeping husband, tired herself of having to deal with her squealing new born during the day. Loofney was left in the care of his grandparents as Odin had informed her of everything that had gone on that evening, and Leera wanted to be by Loki's side when we awoke. Stroking his damp, raven black hair, Leera smiled contently. She was glad that they had discovered what was wrong and who was behind it. Leera found it also rather comical that the reason for loki's distress was nothing more than growing pains… but then, at the same time, it was not funny at all as the reason for his almost psychotic attitude during this change was caused by a raving mad, female frost giant in pursuit of making Loki her mate. Leera felt sorry for her one and only, and it seemed that everything happened to Loki, to both of them. Since they had been married it was one thing after the other, and many nights lady Loki found herself questioning whether or not their marriage was cursed, because she was a mortal and he a god; two completely different beings, with a different culture. But such thoughts were always pushed to one side as when they would both share a perfect moment, just themselves or with their son, Loofney. Loofney; the glue that held them together. Leera genuinely believed that if Loofney was not it the picture, then possibly she would not be. It was her pregnancy with said child that prevented Loki from ripping into her, ruining their relationship when he found out about Barthais. Even though it was not her in the wrong, the whole situation enraged Loki almost to a maddening state, but as soon as Leera mentioned that she was with child… with loki's child, everything went back to the way it was… perfect.

Leera never for one moment doubted Loki's love for her, and vice versa, but she did know that when something happened that would pose threat to their relationship, it knocked him; knocked his confidence about their relationship. Leera never felt saddened by that, for she knew that Loki had been hurt too much, and in doing so had lost confidence, faith and trust in people. Loki did trust Leera, he did, and she was possibly the only person he did trust, but situations such as Barthais shattered Loki's confidence in being in a relationship; such as, was it meant to be? Was Loki a curse to this woman as much to himself? In was an endless circle of self-loathing, self-worth and trust with Loki. A never ending battle. And that was something Leera found out that she had to life with, but she never loved Loki any less, instead, she loved him even more because of it. If Loki could not love himself; see his worth, then Leera would lavish so much upon him of her own love for herself and for him that it would be enough just to make him complete. They were both, two pieces of a jigsaw, and when placed together, they were whole. Without either one, the other one was empty, and Leera realised that. She also knew Loki realised that too, but his pride and need to be superior, to appear unphased by emotions prevented him from showing this as such.

Leera knew that in the days to come, the months to come and the years, their relationship would just get better, get stronger, and no matter what Loki did, said… she would be right beside him, no matter what. It scared her sometimes to think that; the fact that if Loki ever wanted to return to earth to perhaps get some ground, get some respect, although she felt in her heart that he wouldn't, then she would join him, she would support him, because he was after all, her husband, her life.

The emerald prince moved under Leera's touch as she got carried away in her thoughts. Feeling a hand on his forehead, Loki woke, looked up and smiled at the owner of the hand. Leera was in a world of her own, and Loki was thankful as it gave him time to just relish at the sight of his beautiful wife. She was beautiful to him, beyond words, and for that moment, dropping down his guard on his mind, Loki thought that never would he be this lucky again. This woman made him. She loved him, cared for him and did not care of what he was or what he did. If anything in the entire world, the entire universe could make him fall, make him bow HIS knees in subjection, this woman would be the one to control him. Her power over him was nothing her ever experienced before. She was his life support, and it scared him to think that if ever they were to separate or if something happened to her to turn her against him, he could never say no to her, he would willingly give his whole soul, body and mind to her, and that subjugation that the mortals so crave, that needfulness to be ruled would be all that Loki would see.

Taking one last glance at his wife, Loki reached out and touched her arm, pulling her from her daze. Looking down at the hand, Leera smiled at her husband. "Well, what a pleasure it is to see you my dear" Loki said, rubbing his hand across Leera's arm comfortingly.

"Indeed it is. How are you feeling my love?" Leera asked, stroking the pale face of the god.

"I am well. I believe that sleep was very much welcomed. Though, right now, at this moment, I feel nothing but guilt" Loki confessed, pushing himself up the bed into a seated position.

"Guilt? For whatever for? This was not of your doing Loki" Leera replied, confused and sat on the bed properly in front of her husband. "You were not in your right mind"

"Be that as it may, I did kiss that woman, without thinking of you at first. I did want her, and even when it felt wrong, when I knew it to be wrong, I still kissed her anyway. I will never forgive myself for doing such an act. You are my wife, and I betrayed you by consenting to such an act. If you do not forgive me, then I fully, wholeheartedly understand" Loki lowered his eyes and heard a sighed escape from Leera's mouth.

"Loki, like I said, you were not in your right mind. She controlled you because she wanted you. Those thoughts, those feelings were not natural; they did not belong to you. I will not forgive you, because there is nothing to forgive. I know with all my heart that you would never do such a thing, if you were in your right mind. Stop thinking about this, and let it go. What's done is done. Put that past behind you. The quicker you forget and move on, the better. I have never doubted you, and will never doubt you Loki. You are mine and I, yours. I am just glad that she is, well gone, otherwise I'd treat her to a well-deserved 'midgardian' custom that will really show her what us mortals do to women who touch their husbands!" Leera smirked and Loki laughed, reaching up for his wife to embrace him. Leera drew him in, holding him close, and kissed his brow ever so gently, using her free hand to rub the princes back reassuringly. "On a different note Loki, how are you going to cope with the pain, of you know, changing completely into jotun form?"

"I will just have to do my best. There is nothing I CAN do. It's a natural process. I admit, it would not hurt, if I were in jotun form, but this form, the Aesir form is what I truly believe to be my true form, therefore, I shall stay as I am, and live through it, day by day. I can only hope that, as Loofney is only half jotun, he will not experience this" Loki replied into Leera's chest.

"Well, if it does come to such things, at least both his parents will be there for him, to comfort him" Leera said happily.

"Yes, indeed…Speaking of our son, where is he?" Loki said pulling away and looked around the room.

"I placed him in the care of your mother while I was here by your side. This is no pace for a child to play. He is fine" Loki nodded, feeling relief as he knew his son was in safe hands and returned to embracing his wife, his shoulders feeling suddenly lighter as if all the baggage he had been carrying was removed in a flash. . . . .

Five years later

"No, I don't want to!"

"Loofney you get back right here!"

"No, I don't want to, I want to play!"

"You listen right now young man, do you understand? Move!"

"I do what I want, father!"

"Loofney, I mean it. I am in no mood for you fun and games tonight. Get over to your mother and change for bed!"

"Uncle Thor said I can stay with him tonight!"

"I do not care what 'Uncle Thor said'. I am your father, and you will listen to me. Do not make me use magic Loofney. I have to problem about tying you up!"

"Please father, just a little longer!"

"My patience is wearing thin Loofney"

"Dur!"

"Don't you dare use that attitude with me, boy"

"But…"

"No but's, come here!"

"But I…"

"Loofney, now"

"Fathe-"

"Be quiet, come here"

"Fine"

"Very good my son. Next time, do as you're told, understand. And no Loofney, YOU don't, I do what I want"

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