Hi again :) So I finished another chapter, it is a little shorter than the other two, but it is a chapter. I hope you enjoy it as well and please don't forget to leave a review :)

Again, let me know if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes.

Warning: Loki is a little out of character, but I couldn't help myself, I want him to be happy so much.

I own nothing but my OC and plot.

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"Well, who do we have here," she stood up when a man came in the room. Christopher started laughing and kissed her on both cheeks.

"A man don't see you in years and all at once, you are in my living room, Milla," he shook his head and offered her a glass of champagne. She accepted. "You are lucky, I've just came home."

"Well, I'm kind of famous for my timing."

"Of course you are. What brings you here? I'm sure it's not just a polite visit."

"Oh no, you are right," she nodded and took something out of her purse. "It's an invitation."

"To what?" he took an envelope from her, excited as a little boy.

"A party. I wanted one, so I organised one."

"That sounds like you. I'll be there, of course. And now, tell me all about your life in past three years."

"Nothing changed," she sipped her champagne. It tasted horrible, like it always did. "Still making other people happy."

"Like you made me happy?" he was so amused, she had to swallow down her disgust.

"Exactly like that."

The time passes slowly, so she whiled it away with looking at every piece of furniture in Sarah's room. She was not surprised there were no signs of their birthplace, no paintings, no mementos, nothing. She wanted to forget, just like Milla, but from other reasons. Sarah missed it. Milla hated it. It basically looked like a hotel room, nothing was too personal, but not impersonal either. After all, she didn't spend a lot of her nights here.

"What the hell was that about?" Sarah stormed into the room looked unsure.

"What the hell was what?" she turned around to see her.

"You were talking like you are best friends and you just forgot to tell me!" she was nearly screaming right now. Milla shushed her, looking at the door with worries. "Don't fuck things up now."

"What is going on Milla?" she was whispering now, but was still angry and betrayed.

"Everything is fine. We share a common past."

"What kind of past?"

"Oh don't be jealous," she rolled her eyes. They had not much time and Sarah still chose to make a scene. "Yes, I was his mistress back in the days. I did him a favour and he let me go. He is not doing the same mistake again with you or anyone else. Good?"

Sarah looked at her blankly. "You are never going to stop stealing my men and getting me into trouble, are you?"

"Shut up. We need to take you and your man to the safe house. Pack just the most important belongings. You will stay there for nine days." And that was the end of discussion. She let Sarah pack her things and swear, she didn't really care. It has always been like this. The charming Sarah has always hated her for getting what she wanted first, for being more successful but in reality, every friendly gesture has always been just a trick to make Milla miserable or to use her. She envied her and Milla enjoyed it. They hated each other, but right now there was this unspoken peace between them, because Sarah needed help and Milla grew up to be not to selfish person she used to be.

"Listen to me carefully," she started, when Sarah was almost done packing. "Don't worry about me. I know you won't," she went to the window and looked at the garden. "I will get you out of the house and then I leave. A man will wait for you behind those rose bushes. There is a hole in the wall, you will escape and he, his name is Erik, will take you to the house. Your lover should be there already. That's all you need to know now, but be ready in nine days. Understood?"

"As you wish," her bitter sound of voice made Milla clench fists, but she bit her tongue and they moved.

It eventually went better than expected. She went to the "check point", where Erik left her an everything-is-going-well note.

She wished she wasn't so alone on this long way.

She came home in the middle of the night. The house was silent, so she took off her shoes and walked silently to her office to write some letters before she forgets what should be in them. It was possible, because she was so tired, she was afraid to blink. As a habit, she looked to the terrace, and she stopped. She could tell it was him, his silhouette visible in the moonlight. He didn't turn, when she stepped on a wooden floor, so she wasn't entirely sure, if he wasn't asleep. But he moved his hand to rest in on the table and she smiled. Could he wait for her to come back? But either way, he was deep in his thoughts and didn't hear her coming.

She bent over and hugged him from behind around his neck. He jerked a little, but then calmed down and rested his head against her cheek. She caressed his hair. Something told her he needed a bit of an attention right now.

"How did it go?" he asked in a low voice.

"Good," she whispered. "They should be safe right now."

"Good," he nodded. "I don't even know when you left."

"That was the point," she smiled.

"I know."

"Is something wrong Loki?" she let go of his hair and looked at half of his face. He looked broken again.

"No nothing. I'm just tired," he tried a half-smile, but she didn't believe it and sighed.

"Well, we should go to bed," she straightened up and sat on a table in front of him.

"I don't really want to dream right now Milla," he looked at her, like a boy who is afraid of nightmares. It was a horrible look she often saw in the mirror.

"Okay. Then don't," she agreed, although she was dead on her feet.

"What is that?" he frowned and looked at her face. He reached to her cheek.

"Nothing, my dear," she said quickly, but he was faster. A little wound stopped bleeding by now, but was still sensible. The bruise will decorate her face for a while, but it's nothing a good make-up can't hide.

"Did someone attack you?" his voice was rough. He stood up and turned her head to the light. It hurt when he touched it and she hissed quietly.

"It's nothing. I managed," she tried to push him away, but he was stronger and in a second, he hold her both wrists in one hand.

"What happened Milla?" he expected the truth.

"I was slow. They look worse, trust me," she needed him to let her go, so she tried a half smile. But it just looked like a grimace. His lips were a thin line now, so after a short staring contest, she gave up. "Fine. I was just two hours walk from here. I took a different way that I wanted originally and there were a couple of thieves. They attacked me, but I got away quite easily," she knew she didn't convince him. But he released her hands. "Okay, not entirely easy. I fought, and then I used some magic. One of them is badly injured and the other one is, let's say, scared for his life."

"I don't care," he cupped her face gently. "You shouldn't be there alone. Where was Erik?"

"I sent him another way."

"That was foolish Milla," he whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes. And just like that, she started shaking, released all the stress from the last two days. It hadn't happed very often, but his care made her loose all her concentration. He took her into his arms like she weighed nothing and seated her on his lap. He held her and they didn't speak, till she calmed down.

"I should be taking care of you, you know. Not you comforting me," she murmured to his neck. He shivered.

"I need to repay you somehow, don' I?" he stroked her shoulder with his thumb.

"How are your ribs?"

"Almost healed, don't worry, my lady," he said quickly. This didn't matter, nothing mattered now.

"You know, we are having a party next week."

"Are we?" he looked at her with a smile.

"Yes. As a distraction. He will be here too," she nodded.

"And I thought it will be fun," he groaned.

"It will be. But not for me."

"It never is for hosts."

"That's true. But you will love it. My parties are always magnificent," she pulled away a bit to look into his eyes. "With endless champagne bottles, chocolate fountains, mountains of food and beautiful women."

"Sounds like home," he laughed.

"Yes, I hoped it would."

"I would tell you about asgardian celebrations, but you are nearly sleeping, my lady," he brushed her unwounded cheek.

"Will you take me to bed, my prince?" there was no point in lying. She really was exhausted.

"Choose your words carefully. There are rumours, aren't they?" he grinned when he stood up, with her in his arms.

"Oh, yes, there are. You heard some?" he nodded, but he didn't care. "Me too. But they don't matter. I actually thought you were going to say "I could take your words as an order.""

"Well, should I?" he raised an eyebrow, really interested in answer.

"No, my dear, we don't want those rumours to be true, do we?" she opened the door to her room.

He didn't answer. "Good night, my Milla," he slowly put her down and took her hand. He kissed the back of her palm again.

"Good night, my Loki."

"Emma? We have one big problem coming up!" Milla shouted from the other side of the house. It took Emma only ten seconds to be by her side, scared of what'll happen next, what it will mean for the rest of the stuff and what she has to do.

"Yes miss?"

"Oh God, this is going to end badly for at least one person today," she sounded resigned.

"What is, my lady?" Emma's eyes widened a little more again.

"Take everything sharp from every room, lock the unnecessary rooms, warn everyone and make me a strong coffee please," she paused and looked at Emma with a small smile. "Adam is coming."

Emma laughed. "Well, we really need to protect ourselves."

"What is going on?" Loki stepped out of his bedroom the moment the fuss in the room woke him up. His head hurt like hell and he regretted terribly his decision to drink everything he found that wasn't wine. He heard some screams and a possible crying, but his senses were too blurred to recognize what was what.

The amount of light blinded him for a few seconds, but nothing could prepare him for the picture that appeared in front of him. He had to blink a few more times to be sure it's not his imagination, but reality.

Milla was holding a baby in her arms, smiling at him and tickling him. Another woman was standing just next to them, talking about something that Milla didn't really listen to.

"Well look who finally got up," Milla looked up at him for a moment before grabbing the baby tighter around his waist. Big blue eyes looked at him shyly and with suspicion.

"And who is this one?" the woman looked at him too. He felt uncomfortable, so he moved to the table, where Emma was holding a lass of water for him. He slightly remembered her talking to him some moments before he went to sleep. He thanked her.

"This is Felix. One of my bests," Milla told her. "And Felix, this is Andrea, one of my best friends."

"Nice to meet you," he politely kissed the back of her palm but he was more interested in his headache than people around.

"So remember to put him to sleep around two and then at eight, don't give him chocolate and don't let him run around naked, he loves that," Andrea reminded her and Milla was patiently nodding.

"Every man likes to run around naked," she smiled and spoke to the baby with a bit childish voice. "Don't they?"

"Well, wish you luck. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after that. Someone will let you know," she kissed Milla on a cheek and the baby on his head and headed to the door. Only when she was gone, Loki finally understood what has just happened.

"Adam, meet Loki, the first God in your life, the God of Mischief and the prince of Asgard. He belongs to me now," she said softly like everyone do when they are talking to children and with a smirk on her face while the baby, Adam, was still looking at him, but not shy anymore, curious.

"Hello little buddy," he tried to smile and shook his little hand a little. "So. What is going on?" he turned to Milla.

"I am babysitter today," she explained. "Adam, we need to change you, this posh clothes must be so uncomfortable," she put him on the couch and put some kind of rattle bag to his hands.

"Good," he said and sat to the chair. He silently watched her putting off and on tiny clothes with no problem.

"What are we going to do today love?" she spoke when she put him on the ground. Adam grasped her dress for stability and was looking around him. "Or should I take you for a tour around the house? You probably don't remember it, you haven't been here for months. I'm surprised you remember me and you aren't crying yet."

"I'm not surprised he remembers you," Loki spoke. He sound tired.

"You are an idiot," the cute tone in her voice was gone. He looked at her in surprise. "You shouldn't drink so much yesterday. Don't you think I don't know that? You look like hell now and I am angry. Yes, you are a prince and you have some privileges, but this is too much. You are still in my services," she slowly took the baby in her arms before he started demanding getting up. "You will suffer today, I can help you but I won't."

She left the room with a smile again while little Adam was pulling her hair with laugh.

They went to the city together. She bought him chocolate ice-cream and some flowers for herself. She really was angry with Loki, for not talking to her but instead taking the bottle. Yes, it was better than shouting and destroying lands as he would do if he didn't live with her. But he took care of her, he pretended and he got drunk. She was on the edge of blaming herself.

"I didn't know you are a mother," an old lady, a waitress in the coffee came to their table with ice-cream. "And who is a lucky father of this sunshine?"

"Oh, no," Milla laughed. "I am just taking care of him while my friend is out of town."

"That's a pity. It suits you," she smiled once more and then left.

"Well Adam," she took a spoon and gave him a chocolate chip. "The past is catching up. Maybe that drink wasn't that bad idea."

Adam reached for ice-cream and she forced herself forget again.

"May I?" Loki knocked on half-opened door. Milla didn't look at him, but nodded. She was holding Adam who still didn't want to sleep but was tired. He was silently crying and Milla looked a bit helpless.

"It was going so well, and now, he just won't sleep. I sang. I am rocking him for an hour. I don't know what else I should do. I guess I found my weak spot."

"Let me," he reached for him and waited till she made her mind. It didn't take long.

"Any magic and I will make you beg."

"Do you use those words on purpose?" he smirked.

"Yes," she sat in the chair. A year old baby looked so fragile in his hands, but he was gentle. He started walking around. She watched his every move, but Adam continued crying. "Why do you think you can calm him down?"

"I know I can. He is not the first baby I am holding," he said a bit louder. "But you have to shut up and let me do my magic."

So she did. He turned his back to her and started talking silently. "Once upon a time, very long time ago, there was a boy, trusting and innocent, loved by his family and admired by his brother. And he was happy there, for a moment." He started walking slowly, ignoring silent whimper. He was patient, his voice calming, the one thing she could not do now. "His father, the bravest and wisest person in the universe thought him and his brother everything he knew a good king has to know. But Thor, the firstborn son was blinded by glorious battle stories, ignoring the important knowledge. So they played, pretended they are this great soldiers stories are told about for centuries and they learned how to fight. But the childhood had to end sooner or later and in their case it was the day their father decided which prince should be the new king. Thor, as a firstborn and brave, confident and caring, a true Asgardian became a crown prince. And the other brother understood what he was missing all these years. A little bit of attention and a little less of shadow of the great brother."

Adam finally became silent and yawned. He clenched Loki's shirt. Loki smiled for a second and Milla leaned against the chair, waiting for more. "So he became blinded by envy. He has made bad decisions he doesn't regret because they have made him who he is. He discovered he was lied to all these years and that he was not the person he thought he was. He was raised to loathe the species he is part of, pushed to do desperate decisions. Destroy all enemies, become a king and make everything all right. Thor was banished, father was sleeping and he was finally free to do the right thing for Asgard." Adam was falling asleep finally. Loki continued walking and talking.

"With his mother's permission he became a king. And then, his brother returned, and he was not the same anymore. Softened, weak, full of love for a human, protecting the species he once wanted to destroy too." He hissed. "So they fought, and Thor made another desperate decision, to destroy Bifrost. They almost fell, but their father caught Thor and he caught me. But I let go."

He took a deep breath and looked to the window, to the sky, as he was looking for his home. "Because there was a disappointment in his eyes. He wouldn't forgive me, so I let go," he gently put the baby in his crib and was looking at him for a moment. He was thinking. "Don't let anyone destroy you my friend. Broken people are dangerous, because they know they can survive."

They closed the door behind them and moved to the dining table without looking at each other. A box of chocolate cookies appeared on a table but neither of then took one. She sat down and he was leaning against the table. She was sure it took him a lot of courage to tell this, to actually say those words out loud and he needed a second to process. She knew it was also an apology for his behaviour last night and she could not be angry with him anymore. He was trying hard not to sound broken, but he just lost it with the last words. Now they both knew each other's stories, they let each other little more in their lives just in those three short weeks. How did that happened?

"Thanks. I'm not good at calming children down," she said quietly.

"But you get along with them," he replied, still not completely present.

"Yes, I have one of those faces," she nodded.

"It suites you."

"You are the second one who has told me this today," she smiled a little.

"Well it must be true then," he turned to her. "Now you know why I came here. I don't know..."

"Don't," she cut him off, shaking her head. "You don't need to talk about this, I know you don't want to."

"You were curious," his frown was gone.

"Yes, but I'm not forcing you..."

"I need you to know," he said and that made her stop talking instantly. "I'm telling you. Now you know why I had to go. That was the only information you have been interested in since I came."

"You are right. You looked horrible that night," she smiled. It seemed to her like it was ages ago, she felt like he was here for at least half of her life. And she remembered how nervous she was that night, how scared of and for him she was. Those doubts in his face were long gone, replaced with warm smiles and playful looks through streets and rooms. So much has changed.

"I did," he smiled too and sat in front of her.

"Have you regretted your vulnerability during that night?" she asked.

"Not yet," he took one cookie and let two glasses of milk appear too. Magic could be so convenient sometimes. She laughed.

"Well, let's make sure it will stay like that."

"Does your family know you are alive?" she asked in whisper.

"No. I believe they think I'm dead."

They ate in silence, she was waiting for any sign of awoken Adam and he looking back on every day he has spent here. Yesterday was actually the first bad one and he felt...guilty somehow for letting her down. He owed her for creating a safe life for him here after all. And her presence, those small talks they were having when she had time made him forget the past for a second. And then, she left for two days and the dark thoughts didn't wait for long. After, she came with that bruise and he lost control. Completely and desperately out of control, that's what he was.

"How is your cheek?" he asked.

"Good. Make-up works." she touched her wound. It didn't hurt much.

"You scared me there, you know. Don't do that," he said intimidated.

"I'm sorry, my prince," she smiled. It was all right. Everything was all right again.

"Have you ever considered having children?" he asked all of a sudden. She widened her eyes in surprise.

"Yes, actually, with Arthur," she said a little puzzled. "But we said it will wait, that we had more important needs right now. But then, you know the rest," she shrugged. Yes, he knew the rest. "Why are you asking?"

"I told you, it suits you." he smiled.

"It suited you too, you know," she smiled back. "I never imagined you would be this good with children."

He looked at her, ready to say something, when a cry broke the silence. Something upset little boy and she was on her feet in a second. The charm of the moment was gone and he smirked. He can't be actually thinking about babies.