Hello all. So first off I am very sorry for not posting yesterday (24th July) I really wasn't well so wan not feeling up to it, so I hope you can forgive me. So, as an apology, im posting two chapters today! I really hope you enjoy them. Please review your awesomeness! I love to hear what you think.

Secondly, thank you so much for all the feedback recently. I am in awe at how well this has been received by everyone. A big shout out to my regular fans who post comments, you know who you are. And a big thank you to all my recent followers on here and on Tumblr!

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

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Seven days later…

Leera and Loki had been quiet since the day that the dark haired beauty had birthed two children. They had attended meals and appointments, but never spoke more than hello's of goodbyes. It was safe to say that they were heartbroken, which obviously was going to happen. No one could overcome such sadness as that in a matter of days. It had taken its toll finally on the emerald prince. He had been so bust protecting his wife, comforting her and reassuring her that all was well, but he never took time to comfort himself, and now, he hardly spoke to his mother, his lessons with Loofney were no longer as joyous as they once were. Loofney finally came to realize what had happened. Although he was six years of age, he was intelligent. Well, he had to be, he was the son of Loki. Loofney had inquired of the librarian to a book on Valhalla, which he gave to the young prince without question. Loofney had sat quietly and read about the subject of death etc. and it saddened him, for he now understood fully why his parents were so sad. Once afternoon, two days from the death, Little Loofney had gone with his Uncle to his brother's grave and placed down a golden rose on the stone. It touched Thor to see such understanding and love in this young child, and he stood and listened as Loofney had begun to read out a poem he had found in the library, ever so slowly, building up the words as he went along.

Leymina had become popular with the women of the palace, constantly cooing at her when Leera or Loki would pass them. Loofney also, was now proud to have a sister, and was confident about 'protecting' her, and made up storied and adventures, which he would whisper in Leymina's ear while she was sleeping and when his parents were not looking; Adventures of them journeying to Midgard, then of Jotunheim where they would fight the frost giants and take the throne for themselves because it 'belonged to them', Loofney would recall his father's words. Although only one week of age, Leymina had taken to her parents and brother also, her powers evident in her being as she would constantly reveal to her father, snippets of her future, every time she grasped her tiny hand around her father's finger. Loki had been touched that this new born child was sharing such things with him. Loki had seen something's of her future that… well, he had not told Leera, and had not planned to, but all he saw, all that was revealed, made him eager for her to grow up.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun hovered proudly in the marvellous Asgardian sky. Loki, Leera and the young children had left for privacy, away from prying eyes to Loki's favourite spot in the gardens. It was an area protected by trees that offered enough shield from curious eyes, but also enough to view the splendour of the palace. Leera had laid down a blanket on the grass next to a tree and dropped down, relieving her recently aching legs. Loofney has run off, around the flower beds and boulders and such, riding his imaginary horse and fighting off monsters. Loki had carried their daughter in his arms, and flopped down next to his wife, moving the picnic basket towards Leera smiling. Leera shuffled towards Loki and rested her back against the grand oak tree sighing. "It is good news isn't it…" Leera breathed out and smiled. Loki sat Leymina in his lap, his arms supporting her sides and turned his head away to face his wife.

"What is, my love?" Loki asked warmly.

"Thor's proposal to our lovely Theyna; it is good news. She has been waiting a long time" Leera replied, now looking at Loki.

"Oh, yes, yes of course. It is good news. I am very happy for them both" Loki agreed, nodding his head, flashing his teeth in a glorious smile.

"I cannot imagine the ceremony will be too far behind…" Leera implied and leant over to the basket, pulling out a decanter and two glasses and poured a refreshing glass of water for them both. Loki raised an eyebrow and lifted Leymina, holding her to his chest, and rubbed her back softly.

"Why do you think that?" Loki spoke, smiling.

"I spoke with Theyna last night…" Leera began and paused, taking a swig of her drink.

"Yes?"

"… She is… a few days pregnant. I can imagine her wanting to marry soon. She said that she did not want to be revealing on her special day. She wanted to be married before the child comes so that it would appear that she was with child within the marriage…" Leera said, slightly bitter. For one, the mention of being with child made Leera instinctively think of her lost son, and secondly, the remark felt like a stab at her, for she was clearly pregnant when married. She was not ashamed of that, for she loved the night that she made love for the first time with Loki on the night of their engagement, but it seemed that Theyna was indeed embarrassed, or at least ashamed of that fact. Looking up to her husband, noticing his tired eyes, she gave a reassuring smile.

"It seems that Asgard is soon to be full of young princes and princesses, a sudden baby boom. Well, I am pleased for her, though I seem no wrong in her being with child at this moment, when they are clearly in love and are destined to be married. I did not regret the moment you became with child on our engagement. I do not regret making you pregnant before our wedding day, for I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with you" Loki replied lovingly. Leera chuckled and her cheeks tinted red.

"Nor do I regret it; it was the most wonderful night of my life Loki. I may not have been… well, innocent in that department, it felt like a whole new experience, like something I had never experienced before. I shall never forget that night" Leera bit her lip and focused her gaze on her son running around the garden.

"As it was for me, though I pride myself that it was a whole new experience for me…" Now Loki's blushed and looked at his daughter.

"What?..." Leera gasped, looking to Loki with utter shock on her face.

"My dear, I may be a prince, and my looks popular with the maidens of Asgard, but I can assure you, I am not my brother, I never lay with any maiden, until that night with you" Loki confessed, clearing his throat when he finished speaking.

"My, my Loki. Why didn't you tell me?" Leera asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Although I was inexperienced, I did not want it to be known. Before I met you, I was a mock among my friends. I appeared the master of trickery, the heartless, compassionless god who did as he pleased, but they knew my secret. Finally, I had enough and I made up a lie, of course they believed it; they always believe everything I say. So, I told them that I took a maiden to my bed, then several after that. The mocking deceased immediately. I know it was a lie, but it gave me peace of mind. It was not until that night, that I realized that I was… well you know. I did not want to ruin everything by telling you, I was already nervous. I saw fit to just keep quiet. Besides, you found it pleasing…" Loki finished playfully and Leera coughed on her drink and blushed, clearing her throat.

"Yes, well… Loofney come here my sweet" Leera's cheeks deepened as she changed the subject and called her son over. Loofney immediately change the direction of his 'horse' and charged towards his parents. Pulling at the reins he stood to a halt and Loki chuckled.

"Fought many battles my son?" Loki asked, rubbing Leymina's back once more, the new born child sleeping against his shoulder.

"I fought and won father!" Loofney grinned an almost exact grin of his fathers.

"Well done my son, well done" Loki smiled. Loofney beamed and dropped to the ground, looking at his mother. Leera leant into the basket and pulled out some fruit, handing Loofney an apple and handing a pear into Loki's free hand. Leera took a few strawberries from the basket in a bowl and began to eat the luscious fruit. Loofney gobbled up the apple and Loki watched him intently, his curious eyes evident across his face. Once Loofney finished his food, Loki quietly handed Leymina over to Leera and then placed his pear on top of the basket. "Sit on my lap, son"

"Have I done something wrong?" Loofney asked nervously, pulling at the sleeves of his tunic.

"No, no, nothing of the sort. Come, sit on my lap…" Loofney slowly moved to his father and dropped to his father's lap, turning to face his father, Loki cupped Loofney's face in his hands. "Is there something you wish to show me my son?" Loki asked curiously. Leymina had shown him so much, and Loki was eager to see what Loofney had to show. He wanted to know his son's title, what his son would be in his older years.

"I don't think so father…" Loofney replied, confused. Loki had remembered the day he had looked into Odin's eyes when he was about Loofney's age and Odin had chuckled loudly and announced to his son, his godly title, it was so fitting Odin thought and Loki was proud.

"Are you sure young one? Think long and hard…" Loki urged his son and Loofney bit his lip, his eyes closed tight as he thought.

"Im sorry father, I don't know what you want to know…" Loofney whined, pulling back and Loki sighed.

"My son you are a myst-" Loki broke off in mid-sentence and looked deep into his son's eyes. When he did so, Loofney gasped and felt his father's eyes delve deep inside him. Loofney was transfixed on his father's gaze and Loki laughed aloud. Leera watched on in curiosity at the scene, as Leymina slept soundly in her arms. "Indeed, how fitting!"

"What was that father? Did you see it?" Loofney asked in awe and he watched his father's expression light up.

"I can now introduce my children with their titles that have been so eagerly awaited by the royal family and the people of Asgard" Loki replied, more to himself than to his son and wife. "My dear boy, much you have shrouded from my eyes, alluded me from the trueness of your nature, and so much more will you do to those around you; A similar gift to mine, though I though no differently as to what you would be known for. A powerful being you shall become, because of your ability to do so to those around you as you have done me. I was to describe you as a mystery, for you appear young, naïve and powerless, yet you are so far from that. You are mature in your mind, in your attitude and your ability to yield much of the arts. My boy, you will be known from this day forth as Loofney, God of Illusions. To some you will be a figment, but a daydream, shrouding yourself in a protective state, but to others, just as am, you will be known as a deception, a misapprehension, and all the while you will be fully aware of the true state of affairs, when all is shrouded from others. A powerful gift that will be my son, a powerful god you will become." Loki finished speaking; proud of his son. Loofney chuckled with glee at his title, and felt very proud that he was now the god of something just like his father and uncle. Standing to his feet, the small child of Loki ran onto the garden, fighting new battles with his new found title. Leymina woke to the sounds of glee and joy and stretched out her arms, grabbing the ends of Leera's hair, her eyes wide and sparkling. "Our children seem to have a thing for hair" Leera stated, allowing her daughter to play with her blackened locks.

"Indeed" Loki agreed, smiling, then picked up his half eaten pear and resumed to consume it. The dark couple sat quietly for a while, content in each other's presence. Sometimes, speech was not needed for them, for even in silence their love said so much. Folding the end of the blanket on the grass to form a cushion, Leera gently placed Leymina on the ground and allowed her to gaze upon the Asgardian sky with its glorious sun and twinkling afternoon stars. Looking to her husband, Leera reached over and grabbed Loki's face, causing him to jump, and she kissed him hard on the lips. Melting in each other's embrace, Loki snaked his hand around Leera's neck, keeping her in place. Leera smiled against Loki's magical lips and held on tightly onto his arms, staying as closely to him as she possibly could.

"My lord?" a voice came nervously, and began to clear its throat. Leera's eyes widened and pulled back straight away, feeling highly exposed and looked to the floor. Loki sighed in annoyance and looked up to the guard standing nervously above them.

"Is there a good reason as to why you disturbed my wife and I?" Loki said through gritted teeth. The guard stood tall and placed a fisted hand over his chest.

"Forgive me my lord, I come with word from the All-Father. He and the queen request you presence"

"Now?" Loki replied, his tone clearly bored.

"Yes my lord, I was said to inform you to attend to their request as soon as possible. I know not the reason for which they request your presence my lord, for I was not told. But I know they wish to see you now" Loki exhaled and nodded to the guard, and the guard left the royal couple to themselves. Loki groaned and closed his eyes.

"Why must we always be disturbed during our intimate times recently. I does not end. Not only do they disturb us during the night but now they find us in our hidden places. I am sorry my love, but I should go otherwise we will hear no end of this" Loki looked over to Leera and placed a kiss on her lips, then crouched over the bundle on the floor and places a soft kiss on her head. Rising to his feet, Loki brushed himself off and stared at Leera. "Will you be alright to carry this and little Leymina back to the palace when you are ready? I am not sure how long I shall be."

"Yes, I shall be fine. Loofney can carry the basket and blanket, they are not heavy" Leera smiled and watched Loki cast a glance over his shoulder to his wife and disappear out of sight towards the palace.

...

"You wished to see me?" Loki stated, walking into his parents chamber, closing the door behind himself. Frigga spun around to face her son and walked to him, embracing him lovingly. Odin stayed by the balcony and nodded towards Loki, knowing that their relationship was ok on the basis that they did not interact much, and definitely not physically. Frigga held Loki's hand and led his to the bed, sitting him down and taking a seat next to him. "What is it that you wanted?" Loki asked, annoyed at the sudden silence.

"You must be proud, my son, that your children have been blessed with their titles so young" Odin's voice boomed and Loki frowned.

"How did you know?" Loki snapped and felt Frigga's hand gently rubbing his arm.

"My son, do you forget so easily about my powers? I saw, my love" Frigga said melodically, her voice precious and dainty. Of course, Loki thought. Frigga had been blessed with the gift of foresight when the situation demanded it of her.

"Of course, I have not forgotten. And yes, it makes me proud" Loki agreed and allowed a smile to caress his face.

"You know that it will be required of you to introduce them as such?" Odin questioned, crossing his arms.

"Yes, I know. But not yet. Leymina needs to grow stronger before we introduce her to the people of Asgard. And I will not introduce Loofney without her" Loki answered. "Is that all you wanted of me? To ask me about that. I was actually enjoying my time with my wife and children

"No, that was not why we wished to speak with you..." Frigga said and rubbed her sons arm. Loki looked to her, feeling uneasy at the actions of affection coming from his mother. It seemed foreign to him, but he enjoyed the feeling and subconsciously leaned in towards her. Without thinking, Frigga wrapped her arm around Loki's shoulder and pulled her to him so that the sides of their heads touched. "I have... We have watched you these past few days my son..." Frigga began, looking up to Odin. "... Your aura is darkening. You do not shine as brightly as you used to. To remind me, as of late, the way you looked and felt when you were on Midgard. Tell me my sweet boy, are you coping?" Loki stiffened. He did not wish to speak of this matter at this moment, with Odin present, and he pulled away from Frigga, standing to his feet.

"I am faring fine mother" Loki said coldly, and glared at Odin, before heading towards the door.

"My son!" Frigga called after him "I can see the pain in your eyes and in your heart. You have been a good husband to tour wife in comforting her, but you have been foolish towards yourself. Please, come back, sit with me and let me comfort you. It is not something that will drift from memory quickly. You heart has not healed. Please, Loki, come here" Frigga begged, sorrow in her voice. Loki looked back at his mother and sighed. His heart wanted to run to his mother, to run to his father, to fall into their embrace and cry his heart out. To cry away all the pain and hurt, and unload himself onto them. But his mind was hurt, stubborn and angry. He did not want to appear weak, for he need be strong for his family. Shaking his head, Loki turned his back to the two elder beings and held onto the door knob.

"As I said, I am fine. I need not your comfort, nor anyone else's. I have dealt with it in my own way" Loki replied and opened the door. Before he left, Odin's voice echoed through the room and through his mind.

"You are killing yourself in the way you are dealing with it. Can you not see that? You are darkening my son, do not let it take hold of you. Stay bright my son, if not for me and your mother, but for your wife and children. We will always be here if you change your mind. We will always stand as your rock when you fall. Please, leave knowing at least that" Loki sighed and left the room, closing the door behind himself. Loki grimaced as he walked back to the gardens, knowing that he had not been that long, so his wife would still be there. Odin's words buried themselves into Loki's skull and he walked swiftly through the halls and out of the entrance to the palace. Loki found that the faster he walked the quieter the voices were, so he practically broke out into a run towards his wife.

...

Loki could hear his wife laughing as he approached his favourite spot. Looking through the trees he could see Leera tickling little Leymina and he smiled. Turning his head slightly, Loki looked for his son but frowned as he could not see him. Walking from out of the trees, Loki flopped down next to his wife and sighed. Leera looked up at the magnificence that was her husband and eyed him sassily. "That was quick" Leera stated, placing Leymina down onto the cushion.

"Yes, it was of no importance. A waste of time really. Leera, where is Loofney?" Loki asked, his eyebrow arching.

"He asked if he could go on a little further ahead. I saw no problem with that. There are guards all around if he needed help. Besides he isn't that far" Leera replied Loki grinned happy with the response.

"Now..." Loki said, leaning over to his wife, pulling her face towards his "where were we?" Leera chuckled and placed her lips firmly onto Loki's, sighing happily. Loki curled his arms around Leera's waist, careful not to disturb the now sleeping baby on the ground, and brought her flush against his chest. Leera closed her arms around the back of Loki's neck and the emerald god chuckled. After Kissing passionately for what seemed like an eternity, Loki suddenly felt a pang in his chest and he pulled back, gasping, wide eyed.

"what is it?" Leera said worriedly and cupped Loki's face. Loki looked scared as he stared into his wife's green orbs.

"something is wrong" Loki gasped and looked around the gardens.

"where? Where do you hurt?" Leera said, panicking as she placed her hands on Loki's chest to calm him.

"it's not me. I'm fine. Something is wrong with-" Loki began but was cut off by a high pitched cry of pain and loud heart sobs. Loki shot to his feet and looked around the garden once more "Loofney! Where are you?" Loki screamed and looked back to his wife with terror, telling her to stay with the baby. Breaking out into a run, Loki headed forwards, looking around each tree and boulder for his son. Blood flooded Loki's head as he dreaded what he would come across. "Loofney, where are you? Can you hear me?" Loki shouted, his heart racing in panic.

"father!" a small voice screamed back, sobbing greatly.

"I can hear you me love. Keep calling to me so I can find you!" Loki replied and followed Loofney's sobs and calls towards a clearing of emerald grass, where a tall, mighty tree stood in the centre, and underneath the tree, in the shade, led a small body. Loki gasped and ran with all his might towards the body and let out a scared cry when he beheld the sight...