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Loki raised his gaze from Sera’s belly back to her eyes. They were pleading, desperate. He stood up straighter and steeled himself; he looked directly at the King, “Again, what is this about?”

Odin gave him an exasperated sigh, “I will give you one more opportunity to send Sigyn away so we may settle this matter privately.”

Loki’s grip tightened on her hand. He looked at her; his face was apologetic.

Sigyn touched his neck and pulled him down to kiss his forehead. She rested her head against his and whispered, “It is ok. You can send me away if you want to. Or I can stay if you need me to. I love you, Loki Odinson. Nothing is going to change that. Whatever happens in this room today will not change that. Do you understand me?”

He took a slow breath, “I do not deserve you.” He whispered back, his eyes closed.

“Tell that to the Norns. You believe yourself wiser than the Nornir who saw fit to bring us together? Or my heart that swells to bursting when I think of you?”

“Sigyn, I…” he raised his head to look at her. He could not finish his sentence. What he saw took his breath away.

Sigyn was surrounded, head to toe, in a sky-blue glow. Heatless azure flames licked her skin. Light danced around her, pushing away from her. It was emanating from her, originating from deep within her. He had seen flashes of it in her eyes before, but now it was surrounding her.

Fidelity.

Loki pried his eyes from her to look at his father; he was leaning forward on the throne. Sights set intently on Sigyn.

“Send for the Queen,” Odin ordered without taking his eyes off her.

“Right away, sire.” Henrik motioned to the messenger.

Confusion set in on Sigyn’s face as Loki picked up her hand, turning it to and fro, admiring the patterns the light made on her skin.

“Do you not see it?” he whispered.

She held her hands out in front of herself. “What am I looking for? Loki, what are you on about?”

He shook his head in response, “We can talk about that later.” He kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek. “I have no right to ask you this but, will you stay by my side? Will you stay here with me? For me?”

“Of course, my love.” She ran her thumb across his cheekbone.

Loki turned back to the King, “Sigyn is staying.”

“Very well,” Odin nodded curtly. Sitting back on his throne. “This woman claims that you are the father of her unborn child.”

“That is simply not possible,” Loki replied matter-of-factly. He heard Sera scoff beside him.

Odin eyed him carefully, “Are you telling me you never brought this woman into your bed?”

“I am telling you,” he took a deep breath, “that I took precautions.”

“Magic?”

“Yes.”

Odin was thoughtful for a moment, “Has your seiðr ever failed you before?”

“Yes,” Loki answered truthfully, “but never in those instances. I would never take such a gamble.”

Odin drummed his fingers on the arms of his throne. He turned his attention to Sera, “Young lady, is it possible that another man could have fathered this child?”

Loki focused intently on her face as she answered, “No, Your Majesty.”

“She is lying!”

“Your Highness, no, please.” Sera shook her head, “I have taken no lovers since you. My Prince, please. No one after you. No one could ever-”

“Finally, an honest statement. But that does not mean that is my child.”

“It cannot be anyone else. It just can’t be.” Tears started streaming down her face.

“Another lie! Just because you wish something to be true does not make it so! Father, her timing could not be more suspect.”

Odin nodded, “Are you familiar with the laws of succession, girl?”

“Only what I remember from school, Your Majesty.”

The Queen walked quickly through the side entrance. “What is so urgent?” She stopped in her tracks when she saw Sigyn. “Norns…”

Sigyn’s aura had retreated somewhat, but she still had a sky-blue halo of light circling her head.

Frigga pulled Sigyn into a hug before she had a chance to curtsey. “Oh, you precious girl. This is wonderful!” The Queen released her and clasped their hands together in front of her heart.

Sigyn’s confused expression and the woman's sobs to Loki’s other side jolted Frigga back into the moment, “What is going on?” She asked the King, “Is this not why you called me here?”

He gave a grave shake of his head, “We have another matter to discuss first.”

“What could be more important than-”

“Later, Frigga.” He motioned for her to join him.

“I see. Very well, someone, please fill me in.”

Frigga settled into her seat beside the King and nodded for him to continue as she straightened her skirts.

“This woman came to the palace today to claim that Prince Loki is the father of her unborn child. He admits to knowing her and taking her to bed but refutes that the child could not be his because he used seiðr to prevent such an event from occurring. The woman denies taking any other lovers. Loki sensed falsehood in her statement. Then you arrived.”

Frigga nodded slowly, her thoughts tumbling like pebbles in the surf. “I have questions.”

“By all means,” Odin motioned to Sera.

“What is your name, dear?”

“My name is Sera Nilsen, Your Majesty.” She curtsied shakily.

“And how do you know my son?”

“I… Prince Loki employed me as his chambermaid.”

Frigga narrowed her eyes. “Loki, is this the same woman who snuck into your chambers on the day of your betrothal?”

“Yes, Mother. But nothing happened.”

Sera huffed quietly.

“Nothing happened that would result in pregnancy.” Loki amended as he threw his hand up in defense.  “She tried to seduce me, but I sent her away, heeding your warning, Mother.”

“But you do not deny sharing a bed with this girl before that day?”

“I do not deny it.”

“More than once?”

"Yes.” He hung his head, anticipating the line of questioning to come.

“How many times?”

Loki swallowed hard, not meeting his mother’s eyes, “It is impossible to say. It was almost every day while I employed her. Multiple times per day...” Sigyn’s hand clenched around his arm, and he felt her go rigid at his side.

“And you are certain your contraceptive charm could keep up with that much activity?”

Loki ran his hand down his face, “I renew it as often as needed. I never proceed until I feel it take effect. After all these centuries, it almost feels wrong when I do not use it.”

“There are occasions when you do not use it?” Frigga tilted her head in concern.

Loki sighed, “Not all lovers can conceive children, Mother.”

“Yes, right.” Her hands busied themselves on the arms of the throne while she tried to remember her next set of questions. “When did the affair start?”

“I object to you calling it an affair.”

Frigga took a deep breath and counted to five in her head to regain her patience, “When did her employment start?”

Loki looked to the ceiling, “Roughly five months ago? Give or take a week. The employment records would have the exact date.”

“Is that an accurate estimate, Sera?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And how far along into your pregnancy are you now?”

“I…I am unsure, Your Majesty.”

“A lie,” Loki protested. “Mother, she is willfully withholding information.”

“Sera, you must realize that it is futile to lie or lie by omission. You are leveling a very serious allegation here; we must have all the facts.”

“I am uncertain because I have yet to visit a midwife, Your Majesty.”

“Why would you put off seeing a midwife?”

Fresh tears spilled down her pretty face. “I am afraid to say.”

“Go on, child. You must continue.”

She took a few deep breaths, “I did not wish to see a midwife. I went to see a witch instead.”

“A witch?” Odin asked, “Why would a pregnant woman visit a witch instead of a midwife?”

“Because not all pregnant women wish to become mothers,” Frigga replied.

“Please,” she wiped her snotty nose with her hand, “Please have mercy on me. I drank the secret tea, and I prayed to the Norns to take the child back from me. But it did not work. And now,” she motioned to her tiny bump, “it will come regardless. I have no husband; I have no parents. I did not want this. I only wanted to be of service to the Prince. I have nowhere else to go. The Prince has always been so kind to me…” She sobbed uncontrollably.

Sigyn released Loki and went to the weeping woman’s side. “Hey,” She gently put her hand on her shoulder. Sera looked up in surprise, “You did the right thing by coming here.” Sigyn gave her a reassuring smile. “You should not have to endure this alone.” She rubbed one hand on Sera’s back and held the other out to Loki, “Handkerchief,” she demanded without looking at him.

He gaped at her momentarily before conjuring a handkerchief and placing it in her open palm.

“Now dry your tears. We are going to get this all sorted out.”

“Thank you, My Lady.”

Sigyn took the time to look her over. Her shoes were worn thin. She could feel her bones through the thin material of her dress as she rubbed her back. “Did you walk the entire way here?”

Sera nodded.

“Your feet must be sore. Do you want to take a break?”

“She needs to finish answering our questions.” The King interjected.

“She needs a warm meal and a fresh change of clothes! She needs somewhere to sit and rest. She came here out of desperation, and you are treating her like she is on trial!”

The King and Queen stared back at Sigyn in stunned silence.

“She is not a criminal! She is scared and needs our help. A piece of Loki could be trying to survive in her, needing sustenance, safety, and security. Bastard, it may be, but that does not change the fact it might be your first grandchild.” The radiance of her virtue flared brightly from her body anew.

Frigga brought her hand to her mouth to cover her gasp.

Sigyn stepped in front of Sera protectively, “She will not answer another question until she is offered a modicum of hospitality.”

Loki could only stare, shifting his focus nervously back and forth between Sigyn and the King, both wearing the same expression of fierce determination. The longer the silence hung in the air, the more anxious he became, unsure if he should say something to dissolve the tension.

Henrik stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on some point on the back wall. He was looking as if he may pass out at any moment.

The Queen folded her hands in her lap and kept her expression neutral.

Sigyn crossed her arms over her chest and doubled down on her rebellion by jutting her chin out slightly as if daring the King to reprimand her.

The chimes in the palace rang, signaling the eight o’clock hour.

Odin never took his eyes off Sigyn as he spoke, “Henrik, send a message to Thor to start the feast. Send our apologies to the guests regarding our absence.”

“Right away, sir.” Henrik looked relieved as he exited the dais to the messenger.

The King looked away first, standing and offering his hand to his wife, “We will all retreat to the small council room. Follow me.”

Sigyn helped Sera climb the steps and cross the dais to the room tucked behind the throne. Loki followed close behind. The King seated himself at the head of the table, Frigga to his right, Loki to his left. The younger women chose seats slightly further down from Loki.

Odin sat back in his seat and nodded to Frigga. Henrik entered, and Odin motioned for him to come closer. Henrik nodded as he listened to the King’s instructions, then took off again.

“There will be tea and platters brought up momentarily,” Frigga announced. “Could you answer a few more questions while we wait?” She addressed Sera with a gentler expression.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty,” she replied, grateful to finally be off her feet.

Frigga folded her hands on the top of the opulent table. She organized her thoughts before speaking.

“Sera, the Crown sympathizes with your situation. Personally, it breaks my heart to see someone in such distress. We will do everything we can to ensure your health and the health of your unborn child as citizens of Asgard.” She splayed her hands wide on the glossy tabletop, “With that being said, I must explain to you the potential problems this news causes our family and the political ramifications this could bring.”

Sera nodded in understanding.

The Queen motioned to Sigyn, “Sigyn, by law, cannot inherit her father’s lands or title outright. However, her husband may inherit them in her name. The line of succession begins again with the birth of Loki’s first male heir.

“If this child is Loki’s, born after Sigyn becomes his wife, and happens to be a boy, then, by law, the child could claim rights to the title when Loki dies. Ending the Anderson pedigree connected to those lands. Given the new information presented, Lord Anderson would be well within his rights to call off the wedding now to keep the title in his bloodline.”

Sigyn was livid but kept her voice neutral, “Just so I understand this correctly, your Majesties, did I just hear that a common bastard male would have more claim to my familial lands than myself, a high-born legitimate female or any of our legitimate children born after him?”

“The laws of succession state lands and titles go to the first male heir,” Odin replied.

“Apologies, Your Majesty, but that is ignorant and antiquated.”

Odin slammed his fist on the table, “It is the law!”

“The law is fucked!”

Loki stood abruptly and held out his hand. “It has been a long day for everyone. Let us finish this business so we may retreat to our respective chambers and get a good night's sleep in our own beds.” He looked at Sigyn with an expression that told her to drop it for now.

She nodded curtly and leaned back in her chair. “Apologies, My King. I have no excuse for my offensive language. I should not have said that out loud. I am simply beside myself over the mention of canceling the wedding.”

Odin gave her a sardonic smile, picking up the sarcasm in her apology, “You are forgiven. But you will mind your tongue from here on out.”

“Yes, My King.”

“Let me put an end to this discussion right now.” Loki quickly stepped behind Sera and placed his hand on the side of her head as he closed his eyes. Sera gasped briefly before her expression went blank, her jaw went slack, and she slumped in her seat.

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He had been given a sponge bath and intravenous fluids for hydration and was now resting in a medical bed surrounded by his family as the healer reviewed the results of his diagnostic tests.

“Sir, I would advise not lifting anything heavier than a pair of boots while you are on the mend. Surely, any one of the servants could help you carry anything you need to be moved.”

“To Hel with that.”

“Loki…” his mother scolded.

Thor chuckled, “Will you be taking volunteers to carry your bride across the threshold for you?”

“Absolutely not! Some wedding traditions should not be bypassed,” Loki fumed.

“Loki, be reasonable.” Frigga patted his good arm, “I am sure Sigyn will understand.”

“Can I go now?”

The healer eyed the nearly empty drip bottle on the IV pole. “Of course, let me unhook you, and I can have a nurse help you into some fresh clothes.” He pulled the needle from Loki’s arm and unhooked the various monitors and devices projecting readouts onto a holographic screen by his bed.

The intravenous fluids had rehydrated Loki and sobered him up. Now he was feeling the soreness and aches in his body and the embarrassment from the realization that he had spoken to Sigyn so lewdly in front of their fathers.

“I want to see Sigyn.” Loki sat up on the side of the bed as a nurse helped him into a fresh pair of trousers.

“She will be at the feast. Come, let me walk you back to your chambers. I can help you pick out something comfortable to wear to dinner,” Frigga offered.

Loki held his breath as he stood, “No, thank you, Mother. I think I can manage.”

“The Lady Sigyn and her parents have been waiting in the reception room, Your Highness.” The nurse supplied timidly as she helped Loki into a button-front shirt.

“Why were they not brought back?”

“They did not wish to interrupt, Your Highness.”

“Please show them in,” Odin offered.

“Right away, Your Majesty.” The nurse curtsied before she exited.

Loki sat back on the edge of his bed and held his side. He took shallow breaths as the healer placed his arm in a new sling. This one had better padding and did not cut into his neck like the simple cloth one hastily made in the field.

Sigyn appeared first, followed closely by her parents. She was still wearing her green silk dress, the mud dried on the hem, and her ruined silk slippers. “Your Majesties, Your Highnesses,” she curtsied deeply.

“Sigyn, my sweet. You did not need to come here, but I am happy you did.” He held his hand out to her. She accepted it eagerly and ran her other hand over his hair nervously.

“I just had to know that you were truly all right. I could not wait.”

“Like I said, just a few bumps and scratches, right, doctor?”

The physician stepped aside and ran his hand through his gray hair, “I cannot oblige that simplified diagnosis, My Prince. But I can assure your bride-to-be that you will fully recover.”

He looked directly at Sigyn, “He needs to rest. He should not be over-exerting himself for the next couple of weeks.”

She nodded her head in agreement before the realization of his meaning set in. Her cheeks pinked immediately, “Ohhh… I see.” She dropped her eyes to their interlaced fingers. She steeled her nerves, “But we can still… um… fulfill our duty?” She dared not look up.

“I don’t see why not. Get creative!” He moved to leave before stopping and pointing in her direction, “Just be gentle with him.” He added before he bowed and left the room.

“See? I am fine.”

“He did not say you are fine. He said you will be fine, eventually. Do not twist his words for me, Your Highness,” she scolded him.

He kissed her hand, “As cute as you are when you fret,” he rubbed the crease between her eyebrows, “I did not wish to worry you unnecessarily.”

“It is not unnecessarily, you… Prince.” She popped the p in ‘prince,’ wishing she could call him something else.

Loki suppressed a laugh, “So feisty,” he whispered as he rubbed his thumb on her back, his large hand splayed across her skin.

“The first time I let you out of my sight, something like this happens.”

“Your Highness?” Lady Anderson curtsied, “I…” she motioned to her husband, “Erik told me what happened out there.” She sobbed, “I do not have the words to express my gratitude, My Prince.” Tears spilled down her cheeks, “I do not know what I would have done if-”

“Now, do not give it another thought, My Lady.” Loki released Sigyn and stood. He wrapped his good arm around Lady Anderson and patted her back. “Shhh. Everything worked out as it should.”

She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. He stroked her hair and made soothing sounds close to her ear. “Everything is all right. His Lordship is fine. I am fine. Let us put this in the past.”

“Goodness.” She looked up at him and patted his cheek. “Thank you.  I will never be able to repay you...” She whispered before kissing his other cheek. She released him and made her way to her husband’s side. “Apologies for your shirt.”

Loki looked down at the tear stains on his shoulder. “This is nothing, My Lady.” With a wave of his hand, he dried his shirt with his seiðr.

“I will never get used to that, no matter how often I see it,” she said.

“Well then,” there was a glimmer of green light as a nosegay of light pink roses appeared in Loki’s hand, “For you, My Lady. May you always find magic in the everyday.” Loki bowed as he presented the flowers to Sigyn’s mother. Astrid accepted them with a squeal of delight.

“Now he is just showing off,” Thor whispered to Sigyn.

“I think it is wonderful,” she replied dreamily, her hand over her heart.

Loki turned his attention back to Sigyn, and his breath caught in his throat. For a brief moment, something new flashed in her eyes. He took her chin in his hand. “Did you see that?” he asked, staring at her face.

“See what?” She gently pushed his hand away. “Why does everyone keep doing that to me today?”

He glanced at his mother; she gave her head a single shake.

“Because everyone is captivated by your beautiful face.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

She rolled her eyes, “Loki…”

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” Henrik, the King’s assistant, poked his head just inside the door.

“Come in.”

Henrik bowed, “I am sorry to interrupt. There is a… matter that needs your urgent attention, sir.” His eyes shifted nervously to Loki and then to the floor.

“Very well. If you all will excuse me.” Odin gave Frigga an affectionate squeeze on her arm before he made his way around the bed. Everyone bowed and curtsied as he left with Henrik.

“Well then,” Frigga clapped her hands before her, “There is some time before the feast begins; let us all get cleaned up and changed. Then we can have a big dinner and a good night’s sleep.”

“Sounds wonderful. I will see everyone at dinner.” Thor clapped Loki on the back, bowed to his mother then quickly exited.

Loki followed Sigyn into the hallway and took her by the elbow. “Might I steal Sigyn for a brief moment?”

Lord Anderson nodded, “We will wait here.” Lady Anderson bid farewell to the Queen and watched as Loki led Sigyn down the hall just out of earshot.

He was suddenly nervous.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly, running his hand through his hair.

“Hello.” Sigyn giggled. “What is this about?”

“Well, first of all…” He waved his hand over her, and her dress and shoes were magically restored to like new. “This dress is one of my favorites on you. I did not wish to see it ruined.” He started to reach out to touch it but quickly shoved his hand in his pocket instead.

“Thank you.” She pointed her toes out before her, admiring her clean slipper. “It is one of my favorites as well. I like the way you look at me when I wear it.”

“This leads me to the next subject I wanted to discuss.”

“Okay,” she eyed him curiously.

“I am sorry our reunion today was so…”

“Showy?” Sigyn arched an eyebrow.

“Yes. Exactly. I should not have consumed so much ale on our way home, but I was in pain and hungover, and Thor…” He looked up to the ceiling, “Thor was getting all sentimental.”

“I understand.”

“You are my precious gift. I should not have spoken to you in such a manner in front of our fathers. I do not wish you to think I would cheapen you in that way if I had all my wits about me.” He pulled his hand from his pocket to touch hers. He picked up her hand like it was made of glass. “I love you. I am sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“You did not embarrass me.” She looked at her feet, “Well, maybe just a little bit. But I was so scared when I saw you were hurt and so relieved when I finally saw you were okay. I may have gotten a little carried away myself. Sometimes I forget that we are not already wed.”

“It is said that love makes fools of us all.”

“The ale does not help either, hmm?”

Loki chuckled, “Not at all.” He winced. “Ahh.”

Sigyn’s hands flew to his side, “What is the matter? What can I do?”

“Ahh, sorry, kitten. I just took too deep of a breath. I am fine,” he kissed her temple.

“You were so brave, saving my father.” She gave him a sly smile, “Maybe I can practice being gentle with you tonight. We could leave the feast early.”

“Tempting. But I really should save my strength for our wedding night.” He started walking her back toward her parents.

She pouted, “I suppose.”

It was then that a court messenger came jogging around the corner. “Your Highness,” he bowed.

“What is it?”

“The King requests your presence in the throne room right away.”

“Very well. Tell His Majesty that I am on my way.”

The messenger nodded and bowed, then returned the way he came.

“Have you seen the throne room yet, my dear?”

Sigyn shook her head, “No. I hear it is exquisite.”

“Would you like to come with me? You can watch as the King fills me in on what is so urgent that it cannot wait until tomorrow. Most likely, a pair of merchants squabbling over exclusivity rights to sell dyed cloth or tools of some kind. It will most likely be trivial and very boring.”

“Yes, I would love to. Papa, can I go with the Prince to see the King at work?”

“There and then straight to the feasting hall.” He looked at Loki, “No side trips through the orchard or wherever it is you kids like to sneak off to.”

“Papa…”

“Erik?” Lady Anderson looked between the two.

“Throne room, then the feasting hall. In that order. I promise.” Loki held his hand out to the Lord.

He shook it and gave him a nod, “See you at dinner, Your Highness, pumpkin.”

Loki led Sigyn down a few corridors and across the vast main entrance of the palace. They passed the tall marble columns that led to the main entrance of the throne room. The guards bowed to the prince and pushed the tall golden doors open for them.

He was surprised to find the room almost empty, aside from the King, who was on his throne, Henrik, who was at his side, and a lone woman with long brown hair standing at the foot of the stairs in front of the throne—a commoner, judging by her attire.

“You should have come alone.” Odin’s voice echoed sternly through the hall as Loki and Sigyn made their way to the front of the room.

“Sigyn had yet to see the throne. I did not think you would mind.” They bowed and curtsied before the King.

“This is a personal matter, my son. It is best that we speak in private.”

“Personal?” Confused, Loki looked at the woman beside him for the first time.

“Sera?!” The shock of seeing her again caused him to sway where he stood.

Her face was tear-stained, eyes puffy and red. She curtsied deeply, “Your Highness.”

“So, you do know this woman?” Odin asked.

Loki looked between his father and Sigyn. He swallowed hard before answering, “Sera is my former chambermaid. She was dismissed and removed from the palace. What is this about?”

Sigyn cleared her throat, “Loki…” She placed her hand on his arm. Her voice was low and shaky, “Loki, look at her.” She motioned to Sera with her other hand.

He looked at her face; he followed her eyes to her hands. They were cradling a small but round bump protruding from her belly.

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“Mmm…” Loki ran his hand from her belly to her hip, down her thigh, and up the inside of her leg. He moaned as he recalled the events of the night before.

“If I recall correctly, it was you who invited me into your bubble bath.” He grinned as he felt her shiver under his touch. “I can hardly be blamed for your insatiable appetites.” She pushed her hips back and rubbed her bottom on his growing erection.

“Mmm…” He ran his hand up from her leg to her breasts, so full and round.

“No,” she moved his hand from her aching breasts to the apex of her thighs, “here.” She turned her face to the pillow, exposing more of her neck to him.

He placed slow, wet kisses down her neck and across her shoulder as he ran his fingers gently over the soft curls covering her mound. She lifted her leg and slung it over Loki’s behind her, giving him more access to her sex.

Reaching back, she ran her fingers through his hair and held the back of his head as he continued to cover her in kisses.

“Quickly, lover. We do not have much time.”

Loki grunted. He hated being rushed. Making love to his wife usually took hours, from the preamble of coy flirting to the soft caresses and kisses to the teasing. He loved every aspect of the buildup to the multiple trips over the edge. He loved pleasuring her and being close to her; he treated it like a sacred ceremony, strengthening their bond.

“Let her sleep in this morning.” He ran one slender finger along her cleft.

“Then she will not be tired at bedtime. Oh…” she gasped as Loki slipped the finger inside her folds, gathering the slickness and moving it to her clit.

“She can skip her nap.”

“Then she will be overtired and cantankerous all afternoon. Loki, we-”

“Hush, wife. Let me enjoy your body for a few moments. We can discuss our daughter after.” He pressed tight circles over her nub.

She gasped, then moaned. The twins were due any day now, and Sigyn’s body was responsive to even the slightest touch. It was not long before he had worked her up into quite a frenzy.

“Please, Loki.”

“Oh, I do love it when you beg.”

“Please, Loki, please. I need you.”

He shifted his body lower. She held her leg up as he guided himself to her opening and entered her from behind. Her head fell back with a moan as he filled her. “Oh, Gods, yes…”

“I am starting to think you only married me for my cock,” he hissed close to her ear as he waited for her body to adjust to him.

“You are only just now figuring that out?” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and gave it a yank, causing him to buck his hips into her.

He growled into her ear as he held her thigh up and started rutting into her, “You dirty little minx.”

“Mmm… but I am your dirty little minx.”

“Mine.” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked a bruise there.

“Yours,” she breathed out with a moan.

His eyes drank her in, so full with his babies. He could hardly keep his eyes off her before, but when she was pregnant, a primal desire ignited deep within him. His hands gravitated to her of their own free will. He would pull her into his lap in the dining hall, to the Queen's dismay. She eventually gave up reminding them about proper decorum in public, waving it off whenever it was brought up. He worked from home more frequently, even setting up an office for his assistant in an empty room down the hall from his chambers. He escorted Sigyn on her daily walks after breakfast. Her bump had a gravity Loki could not resist, and as her belly grew, the pull became stronger.

Attentive and doting, he would massage away the tension in her changing body, attend all her appointments with her midwife, and provide her with anything her heart desired, which mainly consisted of food and sex.

He was even the first person to touch Dordi as she came into the world, with the midwife over his shoulder instructing him on how to clear her airway and catch her as she was born.

The sight before him now, the nakedness of her skin, the look of bliss on her face, the motion of her breasts as he fucked her. He sent a silent prayer of gratitude up to the Norns for the gift of her existence.

“Touch yourself…” Loki’s hips stuttered momentarily just thinking about it. “Touch yourself and come on my cock.”

She released his hair and moved her first two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them salaciously, then moving them between her legs.

“Good girl. Now come for me.” He inhaled sharply as she clenched around him. The familiar coil of pleasure tightened inside him as he watched her hand intently. “I could come just watching you.”

He picked up his pace and intensity as her body quaked, “Lo… ki… I… I… Aaa…”

He dropped his head to her shoulder as she shuddered and convulsed around his cock.

“Good girl,” he managed to grunt out just before the flames of his own release engulfed him. He gave her everything he had as the rapid snap of his hips rocked her body. “Mmm… Norns, Sigyn.”

A thin sheen of sweat covered his upper body from his efforts. He kissed her once more on her shoulder. Panting, he slid out of her and collapsed onto his back.

Sigyn rolled herself onto her other side, facing him, placing passionate kisses on his mouth and jaw.

“I cannot wait until we can make love face-to-face again.” He leaned over and returned her kisses.

Sigyn rubbed her enlarged belly, “It will be nice to have that option again.” Loki’s hand joined hers as he felt for his boys to move.

He smirked, “I think we have lulled them to sleep.”

“Ugh. It figures,” she groaned, eyes closed.

Loki kissed her forehead, “Stay here and sleep. Labor could start any minute. You need your strength.”

“But Dordi…”

“I will get her up and ready. She can spend the morning with me. I will bring her back here for her nap after lunch.”

“You sure?” she asked, not opening her eyes.

He chuckled and kissed her again, “Send for me if you need me.”

“I love you.” She snuggled down as Loki stuffed her pillows under her belly and between her knees.

“I love you.”

oOXOo

Loki went about his morning preparations and slipped quietly from the en suite. He dried his hair with his seiðr and slipped his tunic over his head as he watched her sleep. She had not budged. Slipping out the bedroom door, he shut it gently behind him.

A maid was cleaning the windows on the balcony doors. She curtsied deeply as she saw him approach. “Your Highness.”

“The Princess is to rest today. Bring her meals to the bedroom and keep a close eye on her. Notify me immediately if she shows the slightest indication that her contractions have started.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I will be taking the little Princess with me this morning. So, enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.” He gave her a wink.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She blushed scarlet as she curtsied.

He smirked as he turned and made his way to the second floor of their chambers, ‘I’ve still got it.’ he thought to himself as he took the stairs two at a time.

His days of seducing the staff, or anyone else for that matter, were well behind him. But it was still a nice boost to his ego when a maid’s eyes would linger on him longer than was appropriate, hear the delighted giggles of the ladies at court as he passed by, or a wanton sidelong glance from a recruit at the training grounds.

Loki quietly opened the door to his daughter’s room and pushed through the wards and enchantments he kept in place that would alert him if she came out of her room or started crying or calling for them. The room was still dark, and he tripped on a set of toys in the middle of the floor that were definitely not there when they had put her to bed.

‘Naughty little thing.’ he thought, smiling and opening her curtains, letting the bright Asgardian sunshine fill her room.

His little angel was sleeping in the middle of her bed, blankets in shambles, clinging to the plush rabbit she had named ‘Babbit.’

He watched her sleep and marveled at his little girl. The perfect mix of features from her mother and father. A thick mop of dark curls, Loki’s eyes, Sigyn’s full lips. Her cheeks were still plump from babyhood, and she had the cutest little button nose that Loki had ever seen. He was convinced that there had never been a child born more beautiful than her, his little princess.

Looking around her room, it was more than evident that she had gotten out of bed after being tucked in. Toy soldiers lined up and ready for battle on the rug beside her bed. Building blocks stacked up in the relative shape of their palace. Her tea set laid out on her little table, the baby doll guests of her impromptu tea party still in their seats. 

She must have been awake for quite some time while they thought she was sleeping. He would have to adjust the parameters of his enchantment to notify him of motion around the room as well as cries.

He smiled to himself; her mischief came to her honestly, much to Sigyn’s chagrin. He could not wait to see how she would get along with her imminent siblings. The chaotic potential of it elated him.

Even at her young age, she was already showing signs of being a natural-born leader. She was intelligent and a quick learner. She got along well with her cousins and the other children at court, leading them in games and settling squabbles as they arose.

She was a quiet observer ever since she was a baby; her eyes took in her surroundings with interest. Loki would bring her to work with him before she could even speak, and she would sit on his lap as he showed her trade routes on a map or blueprints for proposed projects around the realm.

She even accompanied him to council meetings with the King, cooing and clapping for her grandfather when she wanted his attention but otherwise sitting quietly on her father’s lap with her rabbit, taking in the conversation. She sometimes demanded her Uncle Thor, but often she would just nod off and nap against Loki’s chest, the soothing timber of his voice as he debated policy putting her right out.

Sigyn had started making headway in succession reform to allow females to inherit lands and titles. By the time Loki passes on, Dordi should be able to take up the yoke of Warden of the Northern Territory if she desires. He grinned thinking of it. He was so proud to be a part of the much-needed changes in Asgard.

He sat on the side of her bed and brushed an errant curl off her face.

Her mother had already made great strides in her short time as the princess. She opened a group home for unwed mothers. She started a network of charities and programs to help these women and orphaned girls learn to become financially capable without depending on a man to support them.

She started a petition to require employers to pay women equal wages for equal work to their male counterparts. She had recently started on a proposal to make it illegal to dismiss someone for pregnancy or any other medical condition if it didn’t affect the quality of their work.

This was all spurred on by the time she spent with Sera. After their honeymoon, Sigyn took it upon herself to see to it that Sera got her daily exercise and went with her to her appointments when she could.

Sera’s health improved quickly, and she delivered a healthy baby boy, the spitting image of his father, who was shocked but overjoyed to see the pair when he was finally tracked down and returned to the palace. Their reunion was a happy one; Jakob married Sera right away and took their little family back home to the country where his parents still lived.

Sigyn started bucking the status quo as soon as she was crowned. Starting the day after their wedding with the nuptial breakfast, which had turned into the nuptial dinner, as the wedding festivities showed no signs of slowing down as the dawn broke.

When Loki and Sigyn had finally arrived, love drunk, skin marked by each other’s passion and clinging to each other, the demands of proof of consummation were quickly shut down when the new princess stood and told the sanctimonious counselors that if the pleasant ache between her legs was not proof enough, they were welcome to follow them back to watch the inevitable next round of lovemaking that would occur as soon as they were home again.

While causing quite a stir and triggering Thor to erupt into fits of uncontrollable laughter, it was not brought up again. The King was nursing a brutal hangover and was not in the mood for the whining of his council.  By the time Thor and Sif were married, there was no mention of proof of consummation being a requirement.

Loki leaned over and placed a kiss on his daughter’s temple. If she grew up to be half the woman her mother was, she would still have a multitude of accomplishments to be proud of.

He rubbed small circles on her back, “Wake up, noodlehead.” She stirred slightly, then settled into her pillow once more.

“Wake up, my tiny Valkyrie. The sun is up. A new day has arrived.” He shook her shoulder.

She didn’t open her eyes, “Go ‘way.” 

“Dordi Lokidottir!”

Her eyes shot open as she sat up and pushed her little lip out. “Dada?”

Her first word was Dada. Muma was a distant second. It was one of Loki’s fondest memories. She had just learned to sit up on her own. Loki and Sigyn were on the floor playing with her. When Loki stood to leave the room for something, she raised her hands to him, wanting him to take her with him, and said, ‘Dada.’ She had called him Dada ever since. He knew she would eventually grow out of it, but for now, he was her Dada.

“Do you tell your mother to go away when she comes to wake you?”

“Noo,” she took a few deep breaths on the verge of tears, “I jus’ wanted more sleeps.” She rubbed one eye with her little fist.

“Are you still tired?” She nodded dramatically. “Do you suppose it was a good idea to stay up half the night playing instead of sleeping?”

She pondered his question before answering, “Babbit did it. Babbit made me get out of bed and play with him.”

Loki turned his head so that she couldn’t see him smile into his shoulder. He fought back laughter as he turned back to her.

“Dordi, is that true?” he asked her sternly as he pulled her into his lap.

She let out a dramatic sigh, “No, Babbit is a good bunny.”

“Why did you lie to me?”

She turned her face to his and smiled widely, “’Cause I don’t want to be in trouble, of course.”

“Oh, you are in trouble, little miss.” He smiled back at her as he tickled her belly. “You will apologize for sneaking out of bed, and you can have no sweets for a week.”

She pouted briefly, “Sorry, Dada.”

“You need all your sleep to grow and be strong.”

“Yes, Dada.” She threw her tiny arms around his neck and squeezed him before pulling back and asking, “Where’s Mummy?”

“Mummy is very sleepy this morning.”

“Did Mummy stay up playing too?”

Loki pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, “Yes, but that was my fault. We were having too much fun to sleep.”

“Dada,” she admonished, “no sweets for you too.”

“How about I take you to work with me today while Mummy rests?”

“Yay!” She crawled out of his lap and started jumping on the bed, holding Babbit by his ears. “We are going to work! I love work.”

Loki stood and watched her express her joy about spending the morning with him, noting that he would have to make it a more regular occurrence. “Come along, sweetheart. We have a kingdom to manage.” She hopped over to him and jumped into his outstretched arms. “Ooof. You are … so heavy…” he pretended to struggle to hold onto her as he staggered about the room. He fell onto the bed on his back with her in his arms.

She giggled loudly, “Dada…”

“I feel as if Mjolnir is on my chest.” He grunted with effort as he pretended he was trying to lift her off him.

She shrieked with laughter, “Dada! I am small, and you are strong!”

He stopped his fake efforts, “Oh yes, now I remember.” He stood with her on his chest and began tossing her into the air as she called for him to throw her higher and higher. Loki caught her for the last time, and she clung to him breathless and hiccupping.

“That was fun.” She pushed her wild curls off her face.

“Yes, it was. Now, let us do something about your puppy breath,” he said as he carried her into her bathroom.

“Dada!”

Loki helped her use the potty and clean her teeth before he asked her what she wanted to wear for the day. She chose a cap sleeve lilac dress with tiny, embroidered blossoms in white thread and a pair of white leggings to go underneath. Loki braided her hair and tied the end off with a white ribbon.

Dordi put her toys away mostly by herself. Loki made her bed with his seiðr. They collected Babbit and made their way to breakfast in the dining hall. When they got to the section of the palace where Loki’s office was, she greeted everyone by name as she passed.

Loki worked for a bit while Dordi practiced writing her name on a piece of parchment he had given her. After about an hour, she asked to see her grandfather.

“The King is holding court. We can go see Grandfather at dinner.”

“I would like to go now, please.”

“Dordi, Grandfather is working, holding court.”

“Dada? What does holding court mean?”

“When the King holds court, he sits on his throne, listens to complaints, and makes decisions for the best way to handle them.”

“Oh.” She was momentarily contemplative, “Can we go to court?”

Loki set his quill down, steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, and pretended to ponder. “Why not? Let us go to the throne room, and then we can go see Uncle Thor before lunch.”

Her little face lit up, “Oh, thank you!

oOXOo

Before entering through the side entrance to the throne room, Loki reminded Dordi to remain quiet and stay close to his side. The King was perched on this throne, Gungnir in hand, listening intently to the case laid out before him. Dordi watched with wide eyes as the proceedings took place. She cheered and clapped when Odin rendered his verdict and banged his spear to the floor.

Loki knelt to her level, “Dordi, we do not applaud the King during court.”

“Is that the Princess Dordi I hear?” Odin turned in their direction.

Dordi sprinted away from Loki to the steps below the dais, Babbit tucked under her arm. She started to take a step up before pausing. Remembering protocol, she curtsied daintily and smiled up at her grandfather.

“Rise and approach the throne.” Odin smiled despite himself as her little legs made their way up the tall steps, Loki close on her heels.

“Apologies, Father. I told her to stay close to me.” Loki bowed as he approached.

Odin laid Gungnir to the side as Dordi clambered onto his lap. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“She wanted to come to watch court for a little while.”

“And how fares her mother? Will we be meeting the twins soon?” Odin asked as he held Dordi’s head and placed a kiss on her temple.

Dordi held a special place in Odin’s heart. She was the only girl born into their family in a very long time. Thor and Sif already had three boys of their own, and Loki and Sigyn were expecting two boys any day now. Odin doted on her every chance he got.

“She is resting today. They took turns pummeling her all through the night last night. She finally got a respite this morning. We are hoping they make their appearance soon.”

“Ah, very good. And what of our littlest princess? What has my special girl been up to lately?”

“I have been practicing my Seiðr. Do you want to see a magic trick?”

“I was just thinking that I wanted to see a magic trick. How lucky am I that you came to court today?”

“I am going to make Babbit disappear.” She wiggled her little fingers over her stuffed rabbit as she said the last word. “Do you see Babbit, Grandfather?”

“Yes. Hello, Babbit.”

She wiggled her fingers some more with a look of concentration on her face, “Now close your eye.”

Odin pressed his lips into a thin line to keep from laughing as he did as he was told. Dordi quickly hid her bunny behind her back. “Look! Babbit is gone!”

Odin looked about, feigning awe.  Dordi’s peals of laughter echoed through the vast room.

“What a powerful sorceress you are, just like your grandmother.”

She pulled Babbit from behind her back, “I tricked you! Babbit was here the whole time.”

Odin didn’t suppress his laughter this time, “You trickster! Now I see you are more like your father.”

Loki smiled as he watched the two of them together, “Come, Dordi. We should not keep the King from his work.”

She threw her little arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, “Farewell, Grandfather. I love you.”

“Jeg elsker deg, lille.” He whispered in her ear as he hugged her tight.

She scampered off his lap and curtsied again, “My King.” she giggled. He nodded to her.

Loki bowed before scooping up his daughter and returning to the exit.

Odin picked up his spear, and his stoic expression returned to his face as he called to hear the next complaint.

oOXOo

They visited the training grounds next. Her Uncle Thor kept a small wooden shield and sword set for her and practiced sparring, taking many hits with the blunt blade on his knees and thighs. When she tired of that, he set Mjolnir on the ground and laughed as she tried to lift it.

By the time they left to eat lunch, she was covered head to toe in dirt, and her hair was a mess. Loki cleaned her up with his seiðr and carried her on his shoulders to the dining hall.

They lunched with the Queen and Sif at the head table. Dordi was worn out but entertained them all with the stories of court and training. Loki had to spoon-feed her while she was in his lap as she was too tired or just unwilling to feed herself.

She was asleep in his arms as he entered their apartment. Sigyn was sitting on the sofa with her lunch plate balanced on top of her belly. Loki smirked, then placed a finger over his lips and pointed to Dordi. She nodded in understanding and watched as he carried her up to her room.

Loki joined his wife on the sofa after she was tucked in for her nap.

Sigyn rubbed her hand on his back, “How was your morning?”

Loki leaned over and kissed her lips, “Not very productive, but very entertaining.” He recounted Dordi’s adventures to her as she finished her lunch. She set her empty plate to the side, and Loki immediately scooted closer and wrapped her in his arms, rubbing circles on her belly.

“Did the boys wake you up again?”

“No, my bladder did.”

“Oh, I am sorry, my love. Hopefully, not too much longer to go.”

“I do not mind.” She smiled and ran a hand over her bump. “While I am excited to meet them, I know they will come when they are ready. I won’t rush them.”

“They are so lucky to have you as their mother.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I hope they get along as well as you and your brother.”

Loki laughed, “Thor and I have gotten into some huge brawls.”

“Yes, but you have had some excellent times together too.”

He quirked an eyebrow up to her, “Did I ever tell you about the time I convinced him to steal Father’s mead and-”

“Yes! Several times!” she slugged him on the arm. “I am not talking about drinking and whoring together. I am talking about your brotherly bond.”

“Thor did most of the drinking; I did most of the whoring,” he laughed.

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, my husband, God of Carnal Pleasure.”

“Ooooh, I like the sound of that.” He moved his hand from her belly to her thigh. “What do you say to a little worship?”

He dropped to his knees in front of her and opened her robe. She was clad in only a pair of panties and an oversized shirt. He put her legs on his shoulders and started kissing up her thighs.

She squealed and pushed the top of his head away, “Loki! Hold that thought, sir. I must pee again.”

“Fine. But make it quick.” He gave her a passionate kiss after he helped her stand up from the couch.

“I can do nothing quickly these days.” She started waddling toward the bathroom. Halfway there, she stopped in her tracks. “I just felt a pop.”

He rushed to her side, “A pop?”

Sigyn was already standing in a large puddle of water in the short time it took him to get to her. They looked at each other in stunned silence for a beat.

“Call for the midwives. The twins are on their way.”

******THE END******

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