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To Hel With It	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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             "Tell me your thoughts?" Loki's voice queries you.
            You both held each other for a long time after coitus, the warmth of your bodies enough while tangled in each others limbs.
            You take your time in answering, "is this the right choice?" You raise your head to look him in the eye, "if I were to take this vial, will I loose you further down in the future?"
            Braman sat across from you in the sitting area. His hands rested on his thighs. "I am glad to see you."
            "I do not know how I feel. Last night was overwhelming."
            "I imagine." He crossed his legs, setting his ankle upon his knee and leaning back on the couch. "Will your husband be joining us?"
            "No, he is blowing off steam with his brother."
            "Oh?"
            "They've gone out on a day hunting trip."
            He looks down at your trembling hands. "You have many questions, daughter. I will answer as truthfully as I can."
            You take a deep breath. "Why did my mother not drink the blood?"
            "As far as I know she had intended to. But your sister came early and quickly. Then something went wrong. And your mother bled to death."
            "After Hel attacked the Temple, did you try to find me?"
            His black eyes cloud over. "I had received word that everyone from Burning Sea had been slaughtered. I presumed you among the dead. It was not until I received the wedding invitation I knew I was wrong. I made plans to attend, to present myself to you."
            "How many of our kind are left?"
            He clenches his fist. "Less than 100. Most of whom had been in Vanaheim already."
            "And those who managed to escape?"
            "Including yourself, five." You swallow, feeling your breath hitch in your chest. With a sigh, you look away.
             "What did Hel have against the Temple? Against my mother, against me?"
            "When I was very young and very foolish, shortly after I drank the blood of Chronos, I fled Vanaheim. The blood had changed me into this. Our skin was not always this color. We owe that to the blood." He looks at you very carefully. "Hel looked past my strange skin. She accepted me. Took me as her lover. I came to realize how dark and cruel she could be. That is large in part to the nature of Hel. Both her realm and her person."
            "You left her." He nods.
            "To found the Temple. We grew and flourished, easing the suffering of the sick dead and suicides. I thithed a piece of power to Hel. She left us be so long as she received it. Then I met your mother."
            "But she was of your line. Do you know how unsettling that it?"
            "Vaenn, by the time your mother was born, I was far removed from her lineage." He shrugs. "Hel found out. She grew extremely jealous. You were born. Your mother and I left the Temple. Then your sister came. Your mother left."
            "So when Loki and I met at the palace?"
            "Hel saw it as your mother's blood stealing another man she loves."
            "She said she did not want us to bear children because of Asgard's treatment of Loki."
            "That is likely her justification for her actions. But it is jealousy all the same."
            "Will I become immortal if I drink the blood?"
            "No. Just extremely hard to kill. Much like the Asgardians."
            "Will I outlive Loki?"
            "There is a possibility."
            "Will I outlive our child?"
            "Likely. But Vaenn, Loki and the baby you share are of a race who achieved longevity without the aid of the blood of a god. I cannot truthfully answer that."
            You twist your dress in your hands. "If you were in my position? Or if it were my mother?"
            "I would drink it. I have no doubt she would drink as well. But the decision is up to you." Braman stands and leans down to kiss your forehead. "I wish to know you. So I selfishly tell you to drink it. But the decision is yours, my child."
            You sit, looking out into the afternoon sky well after your father has left.
            The month passes slowly, your father returning to Vanaheim, promising to return should you decide to drink of the vials contents. You really couldn't think of it as a titans blood as it stared at you from the bedside table.
            Your belly began to swell; you still weren't showing through your dresses yet, but when you looked at yourself in the mirror, or touched your stomach, you could feel that life growing inside you. You cradled it gently, little whispered songs sung to it in the morning light.
            Loki was a constant presence in your daily time around the palace; watching you sing to the baby, fingers and lips in constant contact whenever you were in the same room. He treated you like a precious breakable treasure, one he coveted above all others.
            You roll over in bed, restless with the decision you must make before the baby is born. You move to drape your arm over your love, yet he is not there. The sheets are cold. You pull the robe about your body and slip from the bed. You search the rooms but he is not there. 'Loki?' Silence.
            Your bare feet pad softly through the halls. The halls are eerily quiet at the this hour of night. You find him in the library, books spread out on tables. He sits with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. His breath is ragged as he talks to himself. "There is no cure. No way to circumvent this. I have looked over every book on arcane magick, nercomancy, poisons and potions, pacts. I have read every word. And there is nothing. I will lose my Vaenn, my heart, my love." His voice cracks. His arms collapse and drop his head to the book. His body shakes with bottomless sorrow.
            You hurry back to the room and retrieve the vial. You practically run back to the library, popping the cap to the vial. Before you can change your mind, you down the minute contents. It's think and bittersweet on your tongue. You swallow.

            "Loki!"
            His head snaps up. "Vaenn? Is something wrong?"
            "Nothing is wrong. Everything will be all right." You take his hand and place the empty in his palm. You stand on your toes and lick the trails of his tears.
            "You drank it?"
            "For you. For our child. For my father. For myself." He kisses you deeply, groaning at the way your body melts to his.
            "You taste of lightning and magick, my heart." He kisses you again and again. His lips trail your jaw to your throat. He picks you up and carries you to the table, pushing books back and onto the floor.
            "Oh my love. Never cry for me again. I shall never leave you."
            "You are mine. Mine for all eternity." He parts your thighs and urges you to lean back. The last time you were on a table like this you were ripped apart. Nothing of this sort is happening now.
            Loki takes your hands in his and pins them at the side of your head, only to let one go. He uses that hand to guide himself to your entrance. With a swift thrust, he claims you. His hand returns to yours, fingers laced, using them as leverage.
            His eyes never leave yours as he takes you, bowing your back with every deep, powerful thrust. Your moans and growls echo in the library. He leans down, releasing your hands to take your mouth. One hand cupping your chin, the other holding your hip. The coil winds quick and throws you over he edge. Loki finds his release and rests his head between your breasts, breathing heavily.
            "I could not bear to be the cause of great sorrow."
            "We will meet whatever effects this has head on. Together." He kisses your lips, murmuring softly. "I love you. I love you, my heart. My Vaenn."
            "I love you, Loki. My trickster love."
            You relished being in Loki's arms, he was strong and confident when dealing with dignitaries and peers. But when it came to you, he was puddy in your hands. Not that you capitalized upon it, you were raised to be humble in all you do.
            You watched him sleep soundly next to you. You reached your hand out to touch his, only your hand went through his as if he were made of smoke.
            You tried to move, only your body refused to respond. You tried to scream, but even that was not happening.
            Loki's body disappeared, replaced by Hel's form standing tall above you.
            She gave a disturbing smile, mismatched eyes watching you, pulling from her tattered robes Famine, her blackened knife she carried with her everywhere, it shimmered in the darkness. She says nothing as she rips away your night shift, exposing your nakedness and your swollen belly. She traced her knife slowly over the curve of your belly, a freezing chill crawled over your skin.
            "Oh, Vaenn," Hel rasped, stilling the knife, "you will suffer just as I have."
             She plunged the knife into your gut, an explosion of pain erupted from your body, your screams finally allowed to surface.
            Hel tore into you, that smile still plastered on her face, your blood dripping on her like macabre tears.
            "Vaenn...Vaenn..."
            "VAENN!"
            You startled awake, hands furiously lashing out at the figure next to you.
            "NO! NO! STAY AWAY!!!!" You screamed.
            "VAENN! Vaenn, it's me!"
            You recognized the voice, tearing eyes opening to not mismatched ones, but deep emerald green.
            Loki held you down carefully on the bed, concern etched deeply on his face.
            "Loki?" You whispered, body trembling.
            Relief flooded his body, caressing your tear stained cheek.
            You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, shivering at the very detailed nightmare. He turned the both of you onto your sides, clutching you to his chest.
            You roll onto your back and fold the pillow around your ears. "Gods be damned! Why must everything be so loud?!"
            "Vaenn?" Loki sits down on the bed. "Is something the matter?"
            "Why are you shouting?"
            "I am not shouting." You open your eyes and sit up. The light from the balcony nearly blinds you. Loki frowns as he sees you flinch. He talks very softly. "My heart, I believe you have developed heightened senses due to the titan's blood." He moves to close the curtains but in the dark, you see as clear as day.
            Panic seizes your heart. "Loki. What about the baby?" You heart beats rapidly. He moves behind you and wraps you in his arms.
            "Vaenn, calm yourself. Would you like Adalia to have a look at you? Would that make you feel better?" You nod.
            "These nightmares are wreaking havoc on me. I wish she would leave me be."
             Loki cradles you against him, one hand on your belly, one playing with your hair.
            "I will work with you on keeping her out but you must get over your fear."
            "She tried to kill me twice. What is not to be afraid of?"
            "But neither times did she succeed."
            "That is of little comfort." Your mood is sour and begins to decline.
            He starts nuzzling your neck, "my heart, don't get this way. She has been banned from this realm."
            "It won't stop her," you grumble, crossing your arms. "She is intent on ending my life."
            "True," you stare at him, "my daughter hardly forgets her grudges. I think it fuels the fire inside her."
            "And I am to forget what she done to us? She nearly killed the both of us; tell me you haven't forgotten about that?" You push yourself gently from his chest.
            His gaze is hard, "I haven't."
            "Yet, you defend her."
            "She is my daughter."
            You turn your gaze away, fuming in his arms. "I am one to not forget what transpired."
            You get up and walk to the balcony window, you could see the edges of the curtain easily. You twitch the edge slightly, allowing more light in. You hear him sigh as he stands, he places himself in front of you.
            "Vaenn, I haven't forgiven her for her deeds. What she did to you was..."
            Loki shook his head, unable to form words.
            You watch him. He wasn't responsible for Hel's actions, she was truly evil.
            You step closer, placing a kiss upon his nose, "come, husband. Let us find out if the baby will be alright."
            His smirk is knowing, "I have a feeling we are not quite done with this talk."
            "Far from it, my dear."
            Loki helps you lay upon the soul forge. Your image forms above you. And that of the life in your womb. Lives. Lives!
            "There explains your belly being so big for as little as two months."
            "Why didn't we see the other baby when she was poisoned?"
            "The second baby is smaller, it could have been hiding behind the first."
            "You don't think this could be an effect of the titan's blood?"
            "A spontaneous fetus only slightly underdeveloped and smaller in size than the first baby? Highly unlikely."

Loki caresses your hand. "I would feel more comfortable if we came to see you daily."
            "I second that. It worries me."
            "Very well, my Prince, my lady."
            "Adalia, could you give a moment? And leave the image up." Loki holds his hands up to the small images of the fetuses. He came hold them both in his hands. "I will do anything to keep you and them safe."
            "Adalia said they were both healthy and strong. No ill effects from the poison and none foreseeable from the titan's blood."
            Loki turns to you and leans down. "I love you, Vaenn."
            "I love you, Loki." Though seeing the images of the babies strong and healthy did lighten your mood but the fact that it was babies instead of baby was worrisome.
            You spend the rest of the day lounging in the solarium, acclimating your high senses to the world around you. It was hard, the sun shown too bright, the far away sounds from inside the palace that would be unheard assaulted your ears, the air settling upon your skin crawling strangely.
            You focused on your breathing, hands roving over the swell of your belly, over the babies growing.
            'Twins,' you think, still surprised.
            You hear one set of feet shuffle slowly into the solarium, a thunk following after every other step. You open your eyes, seeing the Allfather standing just to the right of your lax position.
            You sit up gingerly.
            "I'm sorry, my king." You move to leave.
            He holds his hand up, staying your movement, "no. Please, rest." You sit carefully, back straight, heart pounding.
            He holds the staff, Gungnir, loosely in his right hand, starring out the clear glass of his kingdom.
            "Twins," he echoes your previous thoughts.
            You nod, unable to form words for the man before you. He turns, his lone eye surveying you thoughtfully.
            "Loki has chosen well, it seems," he says.
            You blink, cocking your head to the side.
            "Angrboda was unwilling to cooperate. Sygin too blinded by his intensity. All his other conquests unworthy of his intelligence and strength." Odin stepped closer to you, "but you, former priestess. You match him in every way. Unthinkable."
            You caress the baby bump, a little habit you picked up suddenly. Perhaps you were still worried about Hel attacking you in your wakefulness. You keep silent. Odin seemed to loose a little of his intensity, "I have acted quite rash in our first meeting. You are worthy of my son. He has been waiting for you for a long time, lady Vaenn."
            He sits next to you, holding his hand for you to take. You hesitate, but place your own in his.
            After Odin's admission, you felt more comfortable in his presence. Loki may not approve of his adopted father, but he didn't try to spurn you away from knowing him. Odin left you shortly after, a twinkle in his eye so different from the first time you met. Such a profound weight was lifted off your shoulders.
            The rest of the day was uneventful, thank the norns.
            But with the evening repast barely started, you were feeling mighty frisky.
            You tried to participate in the conversations about the banquet table, however, your mind was somewhere else completely. A sideways glance at Loki's lithe form had your lady bits going.
            You scooted your chair closer to his own, laying your hand on his thigh. His eyebrow went up a notch, curious. You watched his attention shift towards you as you moved that hand down between his legs, cupping him carefully.
            His breath hitched slightly, his long fingers gripping the chair as you fondled him. His jaw clenched, perhaps trying not to moan in front of everyone. You stop and pull your hand away, but Loki's grip on your wrist said otherwise.
            'I think I'm hungry for a specific dessert,' he thinks to you, those green eyes full of lust.

The both of you sadly make your dinner short, leaving together, hand in hand. As soon as you both are out of sight, you're both latching onto each other; lips locked, arms and legs tangled.
            "Gods be damned, wife," Loki murmurs along your skin, "you couldn't wait, could you?"
            You yank on his hair, "blame the twins. I'm craving for you to take me."
            Loki groans, grabbing your waist and leaned you against the wall. He flicked his hand, no doubt hiding your deeds behind a flickering barrier.
            He unties your bodice, pulling out your breasts, kneeding them harshly in his hand. You moan, hooking your leg along his waist. He ground his pelvis into yours, the leather grinding on your clit deliciously.
            His mouth drops to take your freed breasts, sucking the nipples into his mouth. "Oh my love, do not stop."
            "I don't intend to." Your hands work quickly with his trousers. His erection springs free. With a grunt, he lifts you up and impales you on his cock. Your surprised scream of pleasure is music to his ears. You wrap your other leg around his waist, his chest pinning you to the wall. You drop your feet to his thighs, thrusting your hips with his. Loki licks his fingers then slips between you to rub your clit. It's not long before your both growling and screaming your release into the hallway.
            "I am not done with you yet, my delicious wife." He throws you over his shoulder and runs for your chambers.
            Hel sits upon her carrion throne. One of her guards kneels before her. "Speak."
           "My Queen. I bring you unpleasant news. Vaenn lives. And she is with child. Twins."
            Her scream of rage shakes the palace. She darts forward, shoving her hand of bond into his gut.
            She twists his intestines around her fingers then jerks. The guard falls to the floor, coughing up blood. His blood and bowel spread across the floor.
            "Why won't you die!" Those sleeping are plunged into nightmares. Those in nightmares already do not wake in morning.
            Braman kneels upon his grass mat. His chest bare to the full moon. The fire light flickers against his burgundy skin. He holds the dagger high then plunges it into his chest, his heart, with a satisfied grunt. It takes great will for the body to inflict harm upon itself. And great power to deal a death blow. Black blood seeps from his chest and the corner of his mouth. His head lulls forward.
            Your mother appears before him. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his around her and pull her into a passionate kiss. They get but one night. The night of the full moon. In the morning, he will be healed with the memory of their time spent.
            He throws you upon the bed, you giggled as your body bounced. You quickly unlaced the rest of your bodice, body a quiver as Loki straddled you. His lips found yours, his hands making fast work on his own clothes.
            You grasp his length again, eliciting a animalistic growl from him. He stands, slowly shucking his clothes as you shimmy your dress off, throwing it on the floor.
            You watch him, tongue peaking out as Loki enticed you. Gods, you felt your arousal slipping from your core, staining the duvet. He pulled the last of the leather off, crawling over your body, kissing your lips deeply.
            He moves downward, kisses between your breasts to your navel. He stills over your baby bump, tracing his finger over the round bump. He leans down, placing butterfly kisses upon your skin. It was so gentle, so loving, you felt tears in your eyes. Loki raised himself up, giving you a peck on the cheek.
            "You will make a great mother, Vaenn. How I wished I found you sooner."
            "We found each other again," you say, smoothing his hair back. "You have me, my god."
            He takes your lips, hard, wanting.
            "Yes," you moan, guiding him down, "yes, my love."
            He is back to your mound, tongue darting into your folds, tasting your pooling wetness.
            "Yes...unn...yes..."
            His thumbs pull back your lower lips, that tongue dipping deeper, then going up to your clit. He tickles it before sucking it into his mouth.
            "LOKI! Ah, gods!!! YES!!!"
            His hands take your breasts, pinching your nipples into sensitive points. You keen as he sucked your clit, stars filling your vision, back arching off the bed.
            "Loki. Loki. I need you. Please."
            He leaves his place between your legs, lining himself with your entrance, sliding in one second. He gyrated his hips slowly, hardly moving, but hitting your hidden spot with each pass.
            He leans down, thrusting harder, hair falling in a curtain about you. His scent was so strong.
            He pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees, pushing into your core again. You moan loudly, hand gripping his on your hip. You were so close.
            You feel his other hand ghost over the crease of your ass, circling the pucker of your back entrance. You catch your breath, your body going over, gushing and screaming your orgasm. Loki came hard after, hips bucking, ringing out all of himself into your body. Gods, it was beautiful.
            "Loki. Oh, Loki." You sigh.
            He pulls the both of you to lie on the bed, still buried inside you. You shiver, the sweat on your bodies cooling in the air. His lips kiss your neck time and again.
            You sit in the solarium, humming softly to yourself as you read a book. The room darkens with a familiar presence. The glass windows shatter. You scream as Hel jerks you up and throws you to the floor. She sits upon your thighs, taking every blow dealt her. Her bone fingers pluck up a jagged piece of glass. You grunt as you scrabble to keep the glass from your belly. Hel brooks no resistance. With a growl, she seizes a handful of your hair and bounces your head off the granite floor. Dazed, the strength leaves your arms.
            "Vaenn! VAENN!" Loki grunts with the effort to keep the jagged piece of glass from your belly. "Someone summon Adalia! Vaenn! Wake up!"
            Loki strains to keep the jagged point away from your vulnerable belly, pushing your arms back. He chances to bounce your head off the floor a second time. You stop fighting momentarily, your arms falling limp.
            'My Prince?"
            "Hel has her caught in a dream. I cannot wake her."
            Adalia moves to open your eyes. The pupils are pin pricks of terror. She feels your pulse. "Loki, we must stop the dream. I am not sure how much more her heart can take, nor that off the twins."
            "Then I will give Hel what she wants. Hold her arms as best you can. " He lays himself over your belly.
            You bring your arms up and drive the jagged piece of pottery downward. Loki grunts as it pierces his side. He laid so that no vital organs would be hurt and that the makeshift blade would not reach your belly.
            You eyes snap open, an inhuman shriek coming from your lips. You reach down to your belly and come away with Loki's blood and your screaming renews. Loki pulls you up and seizes your shoulders.
            "Vaenn!" He shakes you but your blinded by hysteria, caught in the nightmare. "Vaenn!" He grabs your hair and suddenly bites your neck. Your screams choke off.
            "What have I done?" You look in terror at your bloody hands then fall limp in his arms.
            "Nothing that will not heal." He holds you tightly as Adalia pulls the ceramic chunk from his side. Blood wells from the wound and pours onto the floor. She hurries to seal the wound and bind it.
            "My Prince. Are you alright?"
            "No. But you may leave us." Loki lifts you up and carries you to bed. He curls his body protectively around you. He would have to deal with Hel. Swiftly and with prejudice. Daughter or not, this was unacceptable.
            You tremble, tears streaming down your cheeks. You smell and feel his blood still coating your fingers.
            "Why does she hate me so much?" You shudder against Loki's chest. He cups the back of your head, pulling you closer. "She is vicious, always has been," his mouth twitches downwards, pressing his elbow into his wound. "I can't let her continue to torture you like this." He stops, an idea coming to him. "Where is the bauble my mother gave to you?"
            You lever yourself up, slipped off the bed and to your vanity table. It was barely used, only a few items were there to use, mostly updoing your hair in extravagant styles. You locate the box, pulling out the caged pearl and returned to his side.
            "What are you planning, husband?" You question, handing it over.
            "A bit of magic, my love," he says, cupping his hands around the entire piece. "Hel may know magic of nightmares, but I can counter her attempts."
            He whispers in a language you do not understand, clenching the bauble. He swipes his hand over his bloodied tunics, then curled it over the pearl. He releases his hold on it, the cage held a little of his blood, but the pearl itself was vivid green.
            "What did you do?" You ask.
            "Blood magic," he says, draping the chain about your neck. "It will make it harder for my daughter to find you in the realm of dreams.
            "But it also means that I will be susceptible to her grudges as well."
            "Which is why blood magic is forbidden," you cup his cheek.
            His smile is knowing, "I've delt with them before. She has nothing on me, dearest heart."
            Odin lays his head in Frigga's lap. "This situation with Loki puzzles me."
            "How, my King?"
            "I like Vaenn. More than Agroboda and Sigyn. Yet I fear the wild magic of Loki's in that of a child. And now there are two. And she drank the titan's blood. There is no telling what she will give birth to."
            "Husband, Vaenn will give birth to two of your grandchildren. Try not to banish them as you did Fenrir, Jormungandr and Hel."
            "And Hel's vendetta on her and the babes. I cannot protect her nor understand the nature of Hel's hatred for her."
            "The sins of the father, my husband."
            He sighs. "Where did I go wrong?"
            "Odin. You do not want to hear it. So I will not tell you."
            Odin sighs and closes his eyes.
            You watch Loki and Thor spar in the bright courtyard. Your eyes have finally adjusted to their new sensitivity. You could see the way the leather of Loki's armour moved with him. The different rays of light glinting off your husband's sword. He was nearly healed from where you had stabbed him. His movements only minutely slowed. You rest your hand on your belly, feeling the twins move. One kicks your hand. You gasp and smile. "Loki!" His head snaps up and he sprints in your direction, vaulting over a banister.
            "Are you alright? The babies?"
            "Yes yes." You place his free hand on your belly. The baby kicks again. Loki looks from your belly to your face.
            "Is that?" You nod. He kneels before you, placing his face against your belly. The baby kicks him. "I feel you, little one. I cannot wait to meet you." The other baby kicks. "And you too."
            Thor finally clatters up. "Everything alright, brother, sister."
            "Perfect, Thor. Everything is perfect." Loki looks up at you.
            Thor's laughter was contagious, "aye! Your children will be greatly loved."

You smile, holding Loki's head against your belly, "thank you, Thor. You don't realize how much that means to us."
            Thor clasps his massive hand on your shoulder. His storm cloud eyes are vibrant in his joy.
            It must have been a long time since he has seen you this happy,' you think.

You could feel Loki smile, 'sadly, yes.'
            He gets up, wrapping his arms about your waist. He kisses your cheek, making you giggle.
            Thor graciously walked off, his laughter and clanking armour the only indicator he was there.
            "They are strong, healthy," you sigh against his cheek, "and they are accepted even before they are born."

            Later that night, you both make love, gentle and soft, amongst the covers of your bed. He worshipped you in the moonlight, like you both did that first night. And when you came, he having spilled into you a minute before, you moaned your whispered vows into his mouth.

He settled you both carefully afterwards, fluffing your pillows, pulling the covers over your bare body, brushing away the hair on your forehead. You fell asleep as he draped his arm over your belly.

            Adalia placed her hand on your belly, pressing gently as she checked your condition. She didn't say anything, just pressed here and there, the babies reacting with movement and minute kicks. It was slightly uncomfortable as you sucked in a breath at a particularly swift kick.

"All is well, my lady," she says helping you to pull down your shift. "But I will suggest going on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy."
            "Must I?" You pout jokingly.
            Adalia nods, "your babies are doing very well, but your body needs rest if you are going to have enough strength when you go into labor."

You frown, "I'll be in this bed for a long while."
            "It is only three months. Bed rest meaning no crazy outings, short trips, and no...ahem...nighttime outings with your husband."
            You blush, but a smile forms on your lips.
            "Heimdall, open the Bifrost."
            "Yes, my lord."
            Loki walls through and into a clearing. A simple house stands in the middle. Loki's steps as swift and sure. Braman stands upon the porch.
            "I knew you would come."
            "We have much to talk about."
            "Come in, then."
            Braman leads Loki into the the main room of the house. He lived simply for a man who had lived as long as he had.
            "Tell me the nature of your affair with Hel."
            Braman nods and moves to stand by the wall. "I was young and foolish. It was shortly after I drank the titan's blood and changed. I became something new and for all their power and longevity, gods still fear the new just as Midgardians do. I traveled to Hel. She had not been sentenced to her prison long. She craved living touch and acceptance. That she did not receive in Asgard."
            "That was not my doing."
            "I understand, Loki. You are not responsible for the actions of the Allfather." Braman looks away almost wistfully. "She accepted me. Without question. And I loved her. I loved her in spite of her beauty and her grotesquery." He sighs and sits down. "But Hel is jealous and paranoid. And that came through. She thought I was having an affair with someone else. Even though, she was the only living female in Hel."
            "There were the guards."
            "All men, Loki and I am not a craver of male flesh. I left her. She told me she loved me and I told her it did not matter. I left her screaming on the floor of the throne room." He shakes his head. "I thought surely she would kill me. But no, she left me be. I think she worried that one, it would not stick and two, the others would get wind that she had been spurned by a commoner."

            "She allowed you to found the temple."
            "Yes, with the condition that we pay her a tithe of power. And we did. The arrangement worked until I met Vaenn's mother." Braman looks at Loki. The love is in eyes in not unlike the love Loki feels for you. "She was unlike anyone I had ever met, my lord. Vaenn and her mother are so much alike."
            "I can see why you loved her then."
            "And she loved me. With every fiber of her being. We chose to leave the temple. To return to Vanaheim. But without the Bifrost and your hidden pathways, we had to ask Hel. You can imagine how that went."
            "She refused." He nods. "Did Hel kill Vaenn's mother?"
            "No. Childbirth did. I was no knowledgeable in the ways of birthing a child. When she died, I took Vaenn's sister to the Temple. I left her the box."
            "How old was Vaenn?"
            "A teenager. I snuck out of Hel with the group that came to visit the palace."
            "When I met Vaenn."
            "It gives me hope that now you older, your magic is tamer and my grandchildren might be spared the fate of your eldest three."
            "I will not deny my magick is partly to blame for my children but Agroboda had her own magick."
            "What will stop Hel?"
            "If she will not listen to me, then I will. By force."
            Loki stalks out of the house. The Bifrost opens and Loki walks into the room.
            You sit upon the cushions with Loki's head in your lap. "Bed rest sounded wonderful until you said no sex."
            "We have my dreams."
            "Yes but that leaves us susceptible to Hel."
            "I am willing to wait until after the twins are born if you are."
            "That is a difficult task with a wife as lovely and delicious as you." He reaches up and pulls you down into a kiss. His fingers clench in your hair. "There are other ways I can make you scream my name in pleasure. And my cock will me nowhere near your womb." You shudder.

"I love it speak dirty things, my husband."
            "Are you wet already, my heart? Shall I lift your skirts and find out?" Loki jumps up onto his knees and dives under your skirt.
            A throat clears and you both look up. "Mother."
            "I came to discuss the nursery."
            "Of course."
            Loki settles on the side of the bed, clearly frustrated and you are thankful for the color in your skin hiding the blush on your cheeks.
            "Surely the nursery is nearby? I haven't seen any other rooms down this wing." You struggle to the side of the bed, the twins were causing easy tasks to be difficult.
            Loki helps you to your feet, "it is very close. So close, you would think it was of my doing."
            Frigga pulls back one of the tapestries that lined the wall of your chambers, a set of doors lay beyond.
            You smack Loki gently, "my liesmith. You said these chambers didn't contain anything of the sort."
            "And you believed me," the grin on his face was beyond words, "there was no way I would give up these quarters-" Frigga pushed the door open, "-they have the best vantage point in all of Asgard."
            Your breath caught, for the nursery was exquisite.
            The room spanned fifty feet, and even higher, the ceiling easily reaching beyond the floor above. Soft lighting lined the walls, reflecting upon the soft furnishings. The whole southern wall was completely made of glass, the panes showing off the mountains beyond.
            You step in, hand touching one of the cribs.
            "This is beautiful," you say, unable to come up with the right words.

Frigga steps closer, wrapping her arms around your full form, "anything for you both. And for your children."
            She let's go, giving Loki a hug before leaving the both of you, "let me know if you wish to change anything."
            The door clicks shut, Loki placed his hands behind his back, "I hope you don't mind if she did so."
            You smile, shaking your head, "I am grateful to be yours."
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