I'm really sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I literally came into the house at 9pm and haven't had much time to think and write. So, I hope you like what I have managed to produce. Also, it I shorter, because I have big plans for what is going to happen next. A lot of action, a lot of Leera/Loki, and soon, well hopefully, I shall be producing a sequel to this. But don't worry; there shall be more than a few more chapters to go with this. Please, if you have any request or ideas; something you would like to see, please either inbox me, or write it in a comment/review. I love your feedback and opinions. Thank you again to my frequent fans; you really are encouraging me to write more and more. You know who you are!

Marvel Owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Leera and Loki are mine

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"What in all creation was that about, Leera?" Loki shouted, closing his chamber door behind him and walked over to the balcony where his wife stood. Leera had her back to her husband and stood quietly, her breath the only sound to be heard "What made you say such things and act in such a manner? Surely you cannot believe anything you said to me!" Loki said, exasperated. Walking to his wife, Loki placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face him.

"Just leave me be Loki" Leera sighed and lowered her gaze.

"I am so confused Leera. What exactly have I done? What brought all this on? Why were you even drinking in your state?" Loki said, puzzled, his eyes weary and solemn. Leera huffed and walked past the green god towards their bed, and sat down on the end, placing her face in her hands, resting her elbows on her legs. Loki shook his head and waved his hands dismissively at the silent woman and growled in frustration, stepping onto the balcony, looking out at the golden city.

"I'm sorry I have ruined your birthday…" Leera's voice came in a whisper.

"I don't understand Leera. You were fine this morning and during the majority of our meal. Then your mood turned and you spoke such hurtful words…" Loki replied, lowering his head, his back still facing his wife.

"I know. I should not have said the things I did, in front of your family and our child…" Leera admitted, looking up, the alcohol still burning her cheeks but she began to sober up very quickly due to the circumstances. Loki turned around sharply and squinted at his wife.

"So why did you say those things? Do you really believe that I only married you so that you could bare my children? That I want a boy not a girl because females are insignificant and a son would replace the lost feelings I have with Thor?" Loki scoffed, eyes remaining dark. Leera shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head once more. "You obviously had reason to say such things; otherwise they would not have entered your mind."

"Loki…" Leera sighed but Loki raised his hand to silence her.

"Are you regretting all of this, all that we have?" Loki said quietly and stepped down towards his wife.

"Of course not!" Leera gasped, rising to her feet in protest. Walking to her husband Leera grabbed his face in her hands. "I am so, so terrible sorry for my behaviour this morning, especially on this day. I did not mean it, honestly, I was… I was not in my right mind. I love you Loki, and I know you would not use me or a child like that. I'm not lying to you…"

"Why were you drinking?" Loki exhaled and lowered his eyes from the lady Loki's, his head still in her hands.

"I- I don't know…" Leera whispered.

"You cannot say you did not know it was alcohol, because the taste defines it. You knew what you were doing. Did you not even think of the child? You are two months pregnant Leera, your foolish actions might have done damage to the child" Loki said, his voice trembling. Leera sighed and brought Loki's face towards her's. Looking up, the emerald prince's nose touched his wife's, and he stared into her sparkling eyes.

"I'm sorry Loki, I was foolish. I've just been feeling… I don't know… just not myself…" Leera confessed.

"Your eyes are weary. What is it that you are not telling me that you drown your sorrows in drink?" Loki whispered, leaning his forehead against Leera's.

"I feel different with this pregnancy, Loki. I feel anxious all the time. I feel sad, all the time. I know, I should have told you Loki, but I did not want you to think that I was regretting it" Leera said, a tear trickling down her cheek.

"You should have told me, I could have helped. It is not uncommon to suffer some form of anxiety or depression during pregnancy. I have witnessed it in several of the goddesses. I wish you told me my love" Loki replied, using his finger to lift the dark haired woman's chin up level with his own, and kissed her intimately on the lips. Leera raked her hands through Loki's hair and pull on it hard, deepening the kiss. Loki sighed into the embrace and placed his hands on Leera's ever growing stomach. "I promise to help you through this Leera" Loki said, dropping his lips from his wife's.

"I am so sorry Loki" Leera cried, holding on to Loki's arms to steady herself.

"Hush, my love" Loki cooed, stroking her wet cheeks.

"I never meant to say such things"

"I know. Forget it, the day is still young. Dry your tears and let us return to the hall"

"I- maybe I should stay. My behaviour was disrespectful" Leera said, looking down at Loki's hands on her stomach.

"Nonsense, come, let us go back. I expect our son misses our company" Loki said, sneaking his thin hand around Leera's neck and pulled her forward, kissing her once more, with more passion…

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After sharing a loving hour together in each other's embrace, Loki and Leera tidied up their hair and clothing and walked back to the golden hall, fingers entwined. Although breakfast on a normal day would last far less than an hour, celebrations such as these, the time spent in the golden hall was far longer. As the grand doors opened, the two dark haired beings walked into the hall and the once resounding chatter and laughter subsided. All was quiet as the company that sat around the table looked on at the two approaching figures. Loki took his seat first, lifting his hand for Leera to take it as help to sit down. Taking his hand and sitting comfortably at the table, Leera blushed and Looked up at the queen and All-Father. "Forgive my previous state here in the hall. I was not in my right mind. I am in the right state of mind now, I assure you. Once again, I am sorry" Leera said.

"All is forgiven, my dear. Everyone is entitled to an off day. Come, let us put this behind us and carry on making merry…" Frigga began, lifting her goblet and raised it to her son. "… I trust all was well in your time away from us?" Frigga asked, wondering why her son and daughter-in-law had taken so long in returning. Leera's cheeks reddened and cast a glance to her husband. Loki grinned and let his hand stroke his wife's stomach under the table.

"Yes, all was well" Loki replied, nodding, ignoring his wife's embarrassed stare. Frigga noticed the colour deepening in Leera's cheeks and she caught on very quickly that all had gone exceedingly well in their time away, and she smiled. Loki desisted his strokes on his wife's stomach and reached for a pair from the dish of fruit and bit into it. Looking down the table, Loki stopped chewing as he gazed upon his dear child watching him, with red eyes. Loki placed down his pear on the golden plate in front of him and smiled at his son, but Loofney did not smile back, so Loki nodded to his son, and Loofney jumped down from his chair and ran to his father. Loki turned to his side and pulled his son onto his lap. "Did we upset you, little one?" Loki whispered in his sons ear. Loofney nodded and looked up at his father. "I am sorry my love, you will not see such things again. All is well with you mother and I" Loofney smiled and leaned forward, hugging Loki's chest.

Raising his gaze from his son, Loki looked across the table and found Odin watching him, a warm expression gracing his face. The god of mischief knew not how to respond and so found himself quickly looking away.

"Loki!" A joyus voice came from the far end on the table and the prince leant forward, gazing upon the bubbling, robust god, his red beard slightly draping his beard over his food.

"Yes Volstagg?" Loki said, happily.

"Your brother, and we, the warriors three are taking you away this afternoon, with no objections. Too long has it been since we all sparred and hunted together!" Volstagg replied and Loki squirmed in his seat, letting his son to the floor.

"I would rather not. I have to teach-" Loki began, but was cut off by Fandral.

"Did we not say 'no objections'? You are coming, either by agreement or by force Loki"

"But my son-"

"Loofney can have a day off Loki" Leera said, rubbing Loki's back. Loki tried with all his might to think of excuses as to why he could not go, but found none. Turning to face his wife, he whispered.

"I should stay with you"

"I can manage one day Loki. Go, have fun for once in your serious life!" Leera whispered playfully in return and Loki whined, facing the boisterous men at the far end of the table.

"Fine, I shall except, though I warn you, I shall not be good company. You know I detest sparring" Loki surrendered.

"We will change your mind brother!" Thor bellowed. Hogun rose from his seat and travelled around the table, taking hold of Loki's arm and pulled him to his feet. Loki stumbled and looked longingly at his wife for support in bringing him out of this situation, but Leera just smiled and looked on. Hogun pulled Loki by the arm towards the exit of the hall, and all Loki could do was look back at his wife in regret. "I think Hogun in eager to go, don't you fandral?" Thor chuckled and the remaining three men bid their farewells and followed in suit, leaving the queen and All-Father, Loofney, Leera and Sif alone together.

Loki mounted his steed and held tight onto the reins. Slouching over, the emerald prince watched as his brother and friends too mounted their rides. Moving his hips forward on the horses back, the horse began to move and soon the other's followed. Loki had a feeling that this trip would not end it a way that had all hoped it would, and Loki dreaded the moment where this would grow sour.