Hello my lovely lot, So here it is, the next chapter. I really hope you like this one, especially the special scene with Loki and Leera. Please, please, please comment! I love your comments. They never bore me, they just inspire me to write more.

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

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Loofney pulled away from his mother's chest and rubbed his eyes, staring intently at the space in the bed his father had left. Whimpering, Loofney crawled over on his hands and knees to his father's side of the bed and hugged Loki's pillow, breathing in his father's scent. Leera watched her son's movements with confusion and love at the same time. Loofney crawled from the bed still clutching the pillow like a teddy bear and looked to his mother. "Father isn't a monster though mother, is he? Father loves me. He wouldn't really hurt me, like in my dream. Father loves me!" Loofney said, watching his mother smile at him, and he began to walk towards the door, never letting go of the pillow.

"Loofney, love, where are you going? Stay here little one" Leera said, sitting forward.

"I'm going to find father. I'll be ok mother, the guards are outside" Loofney replied smiling and opened the bedroom door, closing it behind him. Walking a little down the corridor Loofney spotted Lady Sif and the Warriors three in their armour, walking towards him. Lady Sif spotted the young child walking in his bed clothes, clutching a pillow and feared that he had gotten lost and skipped to his side, kneeling down so that she was at his level; the others began to crowd around him.

"Hello little Loofney, are you lost? Why are you wandering the corridors in your night clothes?" Sif asked, smiling. Loofney giggled, looking up at Volstagg and eyeing his robust stomach.

"I'm looking for my father. Have you seen him?" Loofney answered, when his giggles died down and he squeezed his pillow tight. Looking over to Fandral, Loofney noticed a sad expression on his face and spoke "My father isn't a monster! I love my father and he loves me" Fandral frowned at Loofney's speech and knelt in front of him.

"We know that, young one. Tell me, why are you looking for your father this early? Was he not in his room with your mother?" He asked.

"Father was upset. I don't know where he went. I just want him back. Can you help me find him?" Loofney replied, flashing his small green orbs at the company around him. Fandral nodded and scooped Loofney up, placing him on his shoulders. Walking down the corridor, Sif, the warriors three and Loofney enjoyed talking with one another, and the little Lokison enjoyed the funny tales he was being told of magical creatures and accidents that Volstagg and Hogun had experienced. Loofney revelled in all their adventures and began to imagine his own when he spotted up ahead, a dark figure sitting on a window sill, with his legs up and out straight, arms crossed, looking out at the morning son. "Father!" Loofney said, wriggling on Fandral's shoulder for him to let him down. Complying, Fandral placed the young child on the floor and all watched as his tiny legs ran towards Loki. Looking up at the mention of his name, Loki allowed a smile to grace his face at the sight of his son running towards him. Jumping down from the window sill, Loki dropped to his knees and opened his arms, ready for Loofney to embrace him, and he did. The little child jumped into the arms of his father, pillow wrapped up behind Loki's head as he buried his face in his chest.

The company approached the prince and his child and stood silent for a moment before Sif opened her mouth "We found him wandering the corridors alone, Loki. He was searching for you. Is all well? He said you were upset" Loki looked up at his brothers friends and nodded, not willing to answer then closed his eyes again in his sons embrace. "Right, well, Good morn both, I trust you will both have a lovely day" Sif replied and they four warrior's left in confusion. Waiting until the warriors had walked away a decent distance, Loki pulled away and looked at his son, cupping his small face in his hands.

"You are not a monster Father. You're not scary like your father. Will you teach me to be like you? Not to be scary?" Loofney said, grabbing a fist full on Loki's tunic in one hand and a fist full of pillow in the other. Loki's eyes watered with love at his son's words and brought him in again for a tight embrace.

"Of course my son. Of course I will. Loofney, do you love your father? Do you love me even after what I told you?" Loki whispered against his son's ear.

"Of course I love you Father. Your my friend and father and not scary. I love you" Loofney replied grinning. Loki sighed will heartfelt relief and rose to his feet, picking up his son at the same time. Loofney placed the pillow against Loki's chest for comfort and placed a thumb in his mouth. Loki eyed his son for a moment then shook his head as he walked back towards his chambers.

"No Loofney, remove your thumb form your mouth. You're a big boy now, and need not to do such things" Loofney pouted and pulled him thumb out with a 'pop'. "Good boy." Loofney smiled at his father's praise and stared off into the distance, thinking deeply. The emerald prince knew that this was defiantly his son as his train of thought was the same; always thinking of something different straight away, almost random. There was never a moment where he nor Loofney thought of nothing. Something was always on their mind. And right now, Loofney was thinking of something with great depth. Loki knew that it was not about his heritage, for he knew Loofney quickly moved onto different subjects once he had answers to his questions and never lingered on them again. Loki knew straight away at that moment that he said he was not a monster that Loofney had accepted such things and went on thinking about the next important thing that plagued him mind.

A similar occurrence had happened not so long ago. Loofney desperately wanted to know as to why his grandfather's horse had eight legs and not four like the other horses. For days upon days he had asked and asked, until Odin had told him. As soon as hearing the answer, Loofney was satisfied, not really caring as to the reason why, just for the need to know, and went on asking questions about how Lady Sif was the only female warrior in the court, and so on so forth. Knowing that if he did not ask Loofney what was plaguing his mind and answer him, then he would undoubtedly hear not stop questions leading up to his main question for the rest of the day. Sighing happily, Loki spoke "What are you thinking about my son?"

"Grandmother and Grandfather are your parents" Loofney stated.

"Yes, that is right…" Loki replied.

"You and mother are my parents"

"Yes, Loofney"

"Uncle Thor is Grandmother and Grandfather's son"

"Yes"

"I'm yours and mother's son"

"Yes Loofney" Loki chuckled at his son slowly working things out and thinking of his next question.

"Uncle Thor is your brother"

"Indeed, he is Loofney"

"…Well…" Loofney began, looking up at his father, confused "…Where's my brother?" Loki had finally reached the outside of his chambers and placed his son on the ground. Surprised at his son's questions, Loki scratched the back of his head and placed a hand on the door knob.

"You do not have one, my son" Loki said calmly.

"Why?" Loofney replied, frowning, the pillow slumped on the floor, one corner grasped in his small hand.

"Well, um… I. Maybe you will in the future Loki" Loki replied, pushing open the bedroom door, letting Loofney walk underneath and into his parent's room.

"Why can't I have one now? I want to play with one" Loofney whined and leer looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and saw her husband and son enter the room.

"Why can you not have what my son?" Leera asked, patting the space on the bed for her son to come and sit beside her.

"Why can't I have a brother, like Father has? I want my own Uncle Thor to play with. It's no fun playing with an adult all the time, and I'm not allowed to play with the children in the village." The young Lokison whined and crawled onto the bed. Leera shot a glare to Loki and the trickster lifted up innocent hands to her to defend himself.

"I did not bring up this subject. It was all Loofney" He mouthed to his wife.

"Are you not happy to just have your father and I, my love?" Leera returned her gaze to her son and sighed. Loofney shook his head in disagreement and yawned.

"I want someone my age to play with!" Loki grinned inwardly and strode over to the washroom to freshen up. Leera exhaled and slipped from the bed, telling her son to stay on the bed and followed her husband into the washroom, closing the door behind them.

"You better have not said anything to him. I really hope he asks these questions of his own accord and not due to your mischievous prodding" Leera snarled.

"That hurt my love… I would not mention such things knowing fully well your views and preferences. He merely deciphered that Thor and I are brothers and asked why he does not have one." Loki replied, hurt.

"Well, I don't know how I am going to explain that he won't…"

"Don't!-" Loki snapped, grabbing his wife's arm, shaking her up and backed her against the wall "Don't write it off so soon, Leera. You may yet change your mind. I do not wish to hear the words 'no child'. Who knows what the future holds" Leera relaxed in her husband's grip and closed her eyes "You heard how much he craves the attention of someone younger. Do not inflict this, not only on me, but on your son" Leera snapped her eyes open and pushed Loki backwards, her eyes dark.

"Inflict? You say it as if I purposely hurt you. I don't, it is not my intention. Loki, you try going through the pain I went through, trying to birth a Frost Giant. Place yourself in my shoes and see how terrifying it is to see blood just pour from your womb, because the child is too big for you. Then, and only then, come back and tell me that what I want isn't selfish, because it's not selfish. If I knew that it would be a simply birth the next time, then I would not hesitate to have another child with you, but seeing as we do not know such things, I do not want to risk my life and the life of my child again. Can you not see that?" by the time Leera had finished speaking, she had slid downwards on the wall, her eyes watering. With a thud, Leera sat on the floor and Loki flopped down beside her, taking a hand in his.

"I'm sorry my love" He whispered.

"Forgive me, I was overcome with anger. You don't understand how much I DO want another child by you Loki, you have no idea… I'm just scared" Loki turned to face his wife and pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Leera"

"You told me you could help me that you would aid me in the birth of another, to make sure that I came to no pain?" Leera replied with a heavy sigh, looking at her husband's melancholy face.

"I did"

"How confident are you in your claims?" Leera asked, leaning in further and placed her head in the crook of Loki's neck.

"One hundred percent confident, my love. I would not have mentioned such things, if I did not think I was strong enough in my abilities and knowledge to help you" Loki said confidently and he heard his wife sigh loudly, nodding in acknowledgement.

"I trust you" She said, her voice shaking.

"What? What are you saying Leera?" Loki's eyes sparkled.

"I will trust in you and make you and our son happy. I will, if I can, once more, bare you a child, Loki Odinson…" Leera pulled away and cupped Loki's face, turning it towards her. She melted inside at the look of adoration and passionate love in her husband's eyes.

"Your words please me, my love." Loki replied, hovering over Leera's face, less than a centimetre away from their noses touching.

"I am glad to hear that, Loki. I trust you" Leera answered, leaning in the rest of the way and kissed her husband lovingly on the lips.

"I'm hungry!" A loud voice boomed, banging small fists on the washroom door. Leera and Loki broke their kiss, laughing as their son attacked the door, yelling in hunger. Loki stood to tall and reached a hand down to pull his wife up. Both standing, Loki placed one of Leera's hands against his mouth and kissed it, then looked up into his eyes, ignoring his son's whining and whispered…

"I look forward to the night we make your request possible, my dear Lady Loki"