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Chapter XIII II: Joyful events + Eplogue

Days go by so quickly and before Loki and Thor can even realized it, it's already time to welcome their Midgardian guests in their Realm.

Thor's optimistic attitude proves to be right, because he manages to bring them all using the Tesseract only once, placing them all in circle and getting sure that each of them can touch a part of the handle.

The typical blue light is visible even far away, so Loki, Frigga and Odin get ready to greet the visitors.

"My son's friends are my friends as well. Welcome to our lands." The Queen welcomes them, cordially, staring at them, one by one and lingering on Tony. "You must be the sharp-tongued Midgardian. Let me inform you, no, my sons don't steal my clothes!" She declares and probably for the first time in his whole life Tony doesn't know how to strike back. He just hangs his head, submissive, like a child who has just been reproached.

"Damn you, telltales!" He mutters under his breath, glaring at the two Princes who glance at him snobbishly.

"I'm honored to meet the glorious fighters who my mighty son has sided with," Odin comments. "I want to hear about your worthy deeds. I've tried to ask Thor about it, but he doesn't do anything but telling me how his brother had the shrewdness of a fox, the elegance of a swan, the agility of a panther…" Odin rolls his eyes, glaring at his elder son.

"And the vanity of a peacock!" Tony adds pungently, before being hit by a light electric discharge coming from Loki's belly.

"Uh, guess what? It seems that my baby girl doesn't like who makes fun of her daddy!" Loki sneers with pride.

Thor has already informed all the Avengers of their baby's magic powers, that why they're not so surprised of that and Steve confines himself to arrange Tony's hair.

"So, Odin, you want to hear about their glorious deeds, don't you? Sure, let's remind everyone how the good and worthy heroes defeated the big bad on duty!" Loki snorts, disappointed.

"Oh, no, my son. They're the ones who made you come back here. that's what I'm thankful to them for." The good king smile.

"Them?! What about me, then? It's me who left the Realm to search for him, it's me who found him, faced him and it's me who convinced the others to let me bring him back here." Thor points out, disappointed as well.

"Could I have two sons even a little bit less attention-seeker?" Odin grumbles to his beloved wife, making her smile.

All the Midgardian are still a little dazed by the long travel between dimensions, but mostly they all observe Loki with curiosity.

"Loki," Steve decides to break the silence.

"You're so…" Bruce goes on.

"Pregnant!" Clint concludes.

"Are you daring to hint that I'm fat?" Loki roars hysterical, on the edge of a breakdown.

"Oh, no, honey, nothing like that." Natasha walks closer to him, fearlessly, cupping his face with her hands. "Oh, look at yourself, you've never been so beaming!" she congratulates sincerely.

Once all introductions are made, the visitors are brought to the Royal Palace, where the king and the queen decide to leave the soon to be married pairing alone with their friends.

"There's plenty of time for making you have a tour of the palace. Now let's get to the main point." Loki states, sitting on the throne; that same throne that actually has really belonged to him for a few days. "I need a best man." he reveals, crossing his arms. "Anyone offering?"

"There's no match, my dear Diva, if you invited me here it's clear that you want the best best man available!" Tony sneers cockily, taking some steps forward.

"If you are the best, I prefer mediocrity!" Loki strikes back, acidly.

"Hey! It's you who asked if anyone was offering!" The millionaire justifies.

"That's it. I've just asked, I've never said I would take it into consideration!"

"Oh, c'mon! I'll let you throw me down the terrace again, but this time without my bracelets!" Tony tries again.

"The offer is very tempting, but… no!" Loki asserts.

"Hey, what's all this insistence?" Steve asks his mate, stunned, and then he turns to Loki. "Don't you prefer the Soldier out of time as your best man? You'll never have a chance like this again!"

"No, wait, stop, everyone!" Clint interrupts him. "It's undeniable that there's a certain feeling between Loki and me, since, even if with deceit, I've been his servant." He explains and then he turns towards the Prince. "The difference is that now I want to help you, willingly, if you want."

"No way, choose me! I promise that I won't turn green, nor big, nor threatening and I won't even call you 'Puny god'!" Bruce offers.

"I can't believe it. You didn't even want to come here before and now… look at yourselves, you're pathetic!" Thor grumbles, sitting by his beloved's side.

"Yeah. What's this sudden kindness towards me?" Loki narrows his eyes, suspicious.

"I don't know…" Steve mumbles. "But seeing you in such conditions… it changes everything." He confesses, speaking also for the other three.

"Stupid me for joining forces with a mighty army eager for power… if I had known before, I would go to your place with this big tummy and Midgard would have fallen at my feet!" Loki says ironically, before glancing at Natasha. "What can I say, guys? I really appreciate all your offers, but not to make anyone argue, she's going to be my best man… well, best woman!" He announces, indicating the beautiful Russian spy. "After all, she's the only one who managed to deceive me. It's something I can't forget." The black-haired god smirks.

The evening is dedicated to the introductions with Thor's other friends, all reunited at the dinner table.

"You're a tough girl! Thor told me a lot about you!" Natasha says, turning to Sif, as pregnant as Loki.

"And you're the tireless fighter who manages to hold all the males in your Realm down! Thor told me a lot about you! It's such a honor meeting you!" The warrior smiles at her.

"My beloved, if I didn't know you so well, I could think that there could be tenderness between you and our new friend!" Fandral chuckles, earning a nod of approval from Clint.

Sif and Natasha exchange an understanding look.

"What if it was so?" Natasha smiles skittishly, caressing Sif's long and smooth black hair, while the brunette rubs the redhead's cheek with the back of her hand.

It's useless to say that such a vision activates in both Fandral's and Clint's mind explicit kinky stuff about their ladies and they get lost in their fantasies, with idiot faces.

"Men!" Natasha rolls her eyes.

"They're always the same, no matter from which Realm!" Sif giggles.

Steve finds more interesting talk about food with Volstagg and Thor, obviously, while Bruce and Hogun find in their same taciturn attitude something that makes them equal; that's before Tony and Loki interfere, annoying them, because they're sublime masters of such issue.

"My dear, remind me again why I'm here." Fandral mutters, in front of the altar.

"It's simple. Thor was your best man and you must return the favor now." Sif patiently explains him, while they both observe their friend. He's staring intently at the entrance of the wide hall, set as ceremony place, while he kept arranging his red cloak over his silver cloths.

"What if he has changed his mind? What if he escaped?" Thor wonders, anxious.

"Where do you want him to go without you?" Sif calms him down, before coming back to her seat.

"He's the god of Chaos, not of the Stupidity!" Natasha comforts him, standing at the other side of the altar.

Finally the doors break open and Loki makes his triumphal entrance, dressed in golden and emerald colors. He walks through the corridor, with his arm linked to Frigga's who can barely restrain from crying. Happy tears, of course.

Odin would have walked him towards the altar very willingly, if only he wasn't so busy holding the celebration.

"My kingdom, my subjects, my friends from far lands, we're here reunited today to celebrate the union of two souls, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson." The king commences, with a solemn tone.

Loki takes stock of something, in his mind: that is probably the most important day of his life and he wants only the people he cares about to be involved. And if he has to ask himself who has been more a father to him between Odin and Laufey, he already knows the answer.

"No, that's not the correct name." He interrupts the king, in a sort of whisper.

Odin stare at him, deeply touched, and Loki realizes that, immediately recovering from that moment of weakness.

"Don't flatter yourself, Odin. It's only because this way it sounds much more scandalous!" He rushes to add, with a cocky smirk.

But Odin has never paid attention to appearances and deep in his heart he knows he has tons of time to try to get back that son who seems less and less lost.

"Of Thor Odinson and Loki Odinson." He corrects himself, with badly hidden pride.

Everyone is celebrating at the wedding dinner, while, having some precious free minutes where no one is looking for them, the newly-married pairing decides to unwrap their gifts.

"Oh no, there's another one I have to remove from my black list!" Loki complains, drawing out a small object from a box.

"Who?" Thor gets curios, approaching.

"Nick Fury. Even if he's not here, he wanted to buy us a gift as well and… I've never seen anything more beautiful than this!" Loki murmurs, while he stares enchanted at the music box he's holding in his hands, where, dancing along the clinking melody, a boot steps on an ant, over and over again.

Thor and Loki don't have much time to enjoy the married life in serene harmony… it's only a matter of few months.

"THOR! I HATE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME! YOU MUST DIE FROZEN, BURNING IN FLAMES, STRUCK BY A LIGHTENING AND PIERCED BY ONE HUNDERD BLOODY, ARROWS, RIPPING YOUR STOMACH APART WITH POISONED DAGGERS TO GET BARELY CLOSE TO WHAT I'M SUFFERING NOW!" Loki yells, hysterical, laid down on a bed, while highly qualified people in the Realm are taking care of him during that oh so delicate moment.

"My Prince, I'm sure he doesn't really mean what he's saying. Try to understand him, it's his eighteen hour of labour pains." The royal obstetrician justifies him.

"Oh no, believe me, he does really mean it! He already gave me such a speech last week, when I accidentally rumpled one of his books… but he wasn't screaming in such hellish way, like now!" Thor grumbles, while he stares at his husband with concern.

"C'mon, baby, hold on, you're almost done, the worst part is gone and.."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SA…" Loki tries to strike back, before a contraction, the last one, the most painful and stabbing one, make his words die in his throat.

"GGGGGGGHHAAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screams, among convulsions. Suddenly, there's a bright, blinding blue light in the room, which prevents everyone from seeing, even Loki himself.

When the light disappear, the only noise is a strong wailing. After taking good care of her, the equipment puts into Loki's arms a delicate baby girl with very short but visible blond curls and deep emerald eyes, now even more shining, after the cry.

"Hush, hush, my love, it's all over." Loki pulls her close to his chest, already forgetting all those previous, negative eighteen hours, calming her down.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Loki shows her to Thor who's hugging him from behind.

"Oh, yes, she's the most beautiful baby girl in the world and she's our baby!" Thor smiles, staring at her enchanted, while he places a soft kiss on Loki's forehead.

"Thor, look: I'm touching her and she doesn't change colours, neither do I. She's not a Jotun." Loki states, a little bit upset by such discovery.

"I don't care. She can belong to any race and kind in the world and to none of them. I'll always love her with all my being." Thor declares, while the baby is gripping his thumb as hard as she can.

In turn, all the people who were waiting for it outside come in, the first are Odin and Frigga, of course, eager to hold in their arms their granddaughter.

"She's amazing." Frigga murmurs in delight. "How did you call her?"

"Loka, I guess it fits her to a T!" The brunet Prince decides out of the blue.

"I wish you mean Thora!" The blond Prince retorts.

"Loka!"

"Thora!"

The two keep silent for a while and then they exchange an understanding look. Harmony is back between them.

"Thoka!" they state in unison, enlightened.

"I think it's perfect." Frigga beams, contending the baby with Odin.

"Welcome to the world, little Thoka." The old king murmurs to her, kissing her temple.

"And when she grows up, she'll try to conquer the galaxy, just like her daddy number one!" Loki smirks, plenty of pride.

Thor stares at him, frowning.

"Hey, why daddy number one is you?"

"Excuse me? Eighteen bloody hours of labour pain. Rings any bloody bells? I guess I deserve it, Dammit! You have just smashed your damn hammer here and there all time long, without doing anything else!" The god of Chaos snaps.

"However, nope, she's going to be a wise and proper ruler, just like her daddy number two and her grandparents!" The blond smiles, taking her back from his father's arms.

"Loki, just a question. How did you manage to..." Thor hazards, while he rocks his beloved baby.

"Please, don't ask me. To be honest, I don't even know the answer... it just happened and I don't want to find out how!" The brunet confesses. "By the way, be sure that Thoka will be only child at least for the next couple of millenniums!" He declares, worn out, and no one dares to contradict him.

EPILOGUE

"Are you sure?" Thor asks Loki, a little doubtful, while they are walking.

"Yeah, I guess it's right if she sees also her daddy number one's Realm of origin." Loki replies, because he decided to bring Thoka to Jotunheim just on her first birthday.

There's no more risk of war between the two Realms, Thor is proving to be a King devoted to peace.

Their steps scratch the very thick ice, while soft but freezing snowflakes fall from the grey clouds.

Thoka complains, covered by lots of warm clothes.

"Poor dear baby, she's cold." Thor gets concerned.

Loki observes her better.

"Nope, I think it's quite the opposite!"

As a matter of fact, the baby girl proves to be intolerant, trying to break free from that prison of fabric.

"Is she hot… here?!" Thor goggles his eyes, while he's dying from cold, instead.

"What if she was…" Loki starts to wonder, trying to put her on the ground.

Thoka can't stay on her legs and falls on the ground, starting to crawl on the ice, happily. It's a matter of few seconds before the contact with that surface shows its result.

Loki and Thor observe her pinky skin turning into a dark blue, covered by artistic scribbles.

"Bu. I'm.. bu!" The baby girl claps her hand happily, noticing her change and welcoming it with joy.

"Oh, Thoka. So you're partly Jotun, too!" Loki beams, bending down in order to touch her and, just like he had foreseen, that contact turns his features into a Jotun's ones.

"Dady bu!" The baby giggles, even happier, crawling towards Thor who lifts her in his arms.

Thoka frowns, pouts and this turns into a big cry.

"Dady no bu!" She complains, making him understand she wants to be put down again.

"Honey, nope, daddy is not blue like us. Not everyone can be blue." Loki tries to explain to her, caressing her hair, now more numerous, blonder and curlier.

"Dady no bu!" The child repeats, unsatisfied, staring at Thor upset.

The blond has an idea and whispers it at Loki who approves and turns it into reality.

After all, Odin has given his powers back to him months ago.

A bucket full of blue polish appears on the ice, out of nowhere, and Thor dips his head in it. And then he shows it to his daughter.

"See, darling? Daddy is blue now!" He smiles at her.

Thoka giggles excited, smiling and crawling towards the bucket, using it to get up and then she dips her little hand in it, waiting for Thor to bend down towards her.

"Dady bu!" She giggles happy, smearing her dad's face with crooked blue strips.

Loki observes the scene softened and then makes the bucket disappear.

"Okay, now we can go back home. Not only daddy number two is dying from cold, but he also needs a bath!" Loki smirks, taking his family back to the Palace.

Once they're home, Loki and Thoka go back to their normal features. While Thor has having a bath, Loki and his baby enjoy the birthday party.

Because of such important occasion, also the Avengers have been invited there, after all they consider themselves the baby's uncles.

"I can't believe that that is her favorite toy!" Tony grumbles, looking at the baby while she repeatedly plays with the rubber America flag.

"Yes, it is. She and that flag are inseparable; instead, she didn't even give a second look to your stupid huge teddy bear!" Loki informs him, sneering.

During the party, everyone contends the baby girl, filling her with hugs and cuddles and she doesn't ever seem to get enough of them.

Time runs and the Midgardians go back to their Realm, while Loki and Thor tide the room.

"Loki! Again?!" Thor reproaches him, as soon as he realizes he has redoubled.

"Why not? It's fun!" The Loki next to the blond shrugs. "Thoka, c'mon, come to daddy!" He calls her.

The baby crawls rapidly towards the Loki at the other side of the room.

"Well, Loki, it's normal, after all it's still too soon for her." Thor says, ready to hug him, but that Loki fades away into an illusion, while the real Loki lifts his baby in his arms and makes fun of his brother.

"You'll see, Thoka, one fine day even daddy number two will learn to recognize me!"

"You know, Thor, I guess that our daughter has a thing for magic. Yesterday I saw her enlightening her bedroom, surrounding it with fireflies, because she was afraid of the dark." The brunet informs him, kissing his baby's cheek, forehead, chin and tip of her nose, before putting her on the floor.

"She's so smart!" Thor states.

Thoka keeps on crawling but Thor's hammer is on her way and the passage is blocked.

"Damn you, Thor, you keep forgetting that thing all around the palace, go there and take it away. Poor dear, she can't move." Loki reproaches him.

Before Thor can reach her, Thoka pushes the hammer away on her own, with extreme easiness, and then she goes on crawling.

Loki and Thor stares at her stunned, because it's the first time she does it.

"That baby girl is surprising me more and more, day after day." The god of Mischief murmurs.

"Yeah, but it's clear that she'll be a warrior!" The god of Thunder asserts.

"She's going to be a wizard. A very powerful wizard." The younger insists.

"An invincible and worthy warrior!" The older insists.

"For Vallhalla's sake! She can be whatever she pleases, I'll always love her." Loki states and Thor agrees.

"And she'll be an heartbreaker as well. There's already a baby boy who is aiming at her." The king smirks slyly.

"Please, don't tell me it's Warrior!" his truthful and loyal counselor rolls his eyes.

"Who else?"

"Never! I haven't forgiven Sif yet for stealing the show to me in such a way!" Loki snorts.

"She just gave birth to him on the seventh month, she didn't do that on purpose!" Thor justifies her.

"I don't care, it's an insult!" Loki growls. "So, forget it, I'm not going to ever become related to such scum!"

THE END

That's it; I managed to conclude it :)

Just a little note: I guess that Warrior is a name that fits too well for Sif and Fandral's son ;)

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