So, hello everyone. This is chapter 1 of my Loki/Leera sequel. If your just reading this, without having read 'A change of heart' first, I recommend you read that first, otherwise you may not understand this if you have read it, I hope you enjoy this next lot of instalments for this story. Please, read and review, you lovely lot. All comments really give me inspiration!

Marvel owns Loki and remnants of Asgard, I however own Leera and Barthais.

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9 months later.

Asgard, the golden city in the sky sparkled with such beauty. Over the past few months the realm had rejoiced with such passion and cheer over the return of the lost Prince and the new engagement between him and his love that was announced just two months into their arrival. Leera felt at home here, to have new parents, a loving partner, great friends and a great brother, Thor Odinson. Asgard has welcomed the dark haired woman with gladness, and she found favour almost instantly in the eyes of the All-Father and lady Frigga. Loki, having returned to his realm, sought peace again in his heart, though time to time he found himself in a quarrel with his brother, though this was not uncommon between them, he found his thoughts silently drifting back to the past events that had consumed him. Many nights he had led awake, thinking of the pain that he went through, en he found out his true parentage, when he battled in Midgard. He found himself drifting from pure happiness one day to an all low the next. The only thing keeping him from pastor out in his sadness was his newly discovered love for this once mortal woman.

It was one of those days unfortunately. Leera had left early in the morning with lady Sif and the warriors three, on horseback for a spot of hunting, while Thor spent his time in the sparring ring, successfully knocking out each challenger that stood in his way. Loki sat silently in the darkness of the back room of the royal asgardian library, an open book in hand, yet his gaze far from it. Breathing in heavily, Loki snapped back from his daydreaming, closed the book and rose to his feet. Placing the book back on the self, Loki walked into the view on the sunlight, pausing by the open window and taking a deep breath. Loki was usually the only occupant of the royal library after reading almost every book there was. But today, there was another person, in the room. Standing quietly, the figure approached placing a comforting hand on Loki's shoulder. He did not flinch for her knew whose hand it was.

"Loki, what ails you my son, you have been weary and distant these past few weeks" Loki sighed and turned to look at his mothers, soft, loving face. "I knew you would be here, you have always had a passion for books" Frigga said smiling, placing a stray piece of Loki's hair behind his ear.

"Nothing ails me mother, I am fine" Loki said, smiling weakly to his mother.

"Is everything alright between you and Leera?" Frigga questioned.

"Yes, yes of course. I am looking forward to the day we are bound by marriage" Loki smiled a little better this time around, and turned, taking his mother's arm for her to walk with him.

"I am so glad to hear it. She is a pleasure dear son. I'm so glad you found each other. I shall look forward to the day I shall be called grandmother" Frigga smiled cheekily to her son.

"Ahh, not for some time mother" Loki responded, opening the door to exit the library, stepping aside for his mother to lead out first.

"I do not see why not. Speaking of Leera, I have not seen her this morn, where is she?" Frigga asked, walking down the hall, Loki at her side, heading for his chambers.

"She is with Lady Sif and company; they seek to teach her the means to hunt" Loki rolled his eyes, reaching his chambers. He kissed his mother on the cheek and entered his room, walking to the balcony and breathing in the fresh air. Looking down at the courtyard below, the emerald prince watched the guards escort the newest guest around the castle. Loki let out a silent growl at the sight of him. Not a fortnight ago, as they royal family sat down with this man for a welcome meal, did this man eye up and flirt with Leera. He wanted to ring his neck. His name was Barthais, chief of an army form another realm, of what Loki did not know, for he closed his ears as the man spoke, as his voice made Loki crawl. How dare he make a move on his woman, whom now was his fiancé? Returning to his room, and sitting on his silk bed, Loki crossed his arms, waiting for Leera to return as now, the sun began to set. Loki completely unaware at the amount of time that went by as he stood on the balcony in deep thought.

Closing his eyes, and pinching his nose, Loki breathed hard, coming up with scenarios as to why she was late. Was Barthais the cause for her late arrival? That thought was pushed aside when the chamber doors opened and Leera stepping in, red in the face, holding her dress so she would not trip. "Your late" Loki stated, crossing his arms, looking at Leera. Leera closed the door and walked to her dresser, removing her jewellery and picking up her brush, turning to the annoyed god.

"I was unaware I had a curfew" She replied, brushing her locks.

"Where were you?" Loki asked, standing to his feet, hands now behind his back.

"I was with Sif and the gang, you know that" Leera replied, frowning at all the curious questions Loki was giving her. "Is there something wrong?"

"You don't normally take all day to hunt" Loki stated again, walking to stand in front of her. Leera placed her brush down and put her hands on her hips.

"What are you trying to say Loki? Are you accusing me of something?" Leera asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all, I was simply stating a fact that you do not normally take this long to hunt." Loki said, turning his back and walking to the wash room to change to his night clothes. Leera sighed and turned to her dresser, picking out her nightdress and began to change, knowing Loki was in the other room. Loki closed his eyes in the washroom, and pictures of Barthais fled across his mind, then images of a flushed Leera entering the room. Shaking his head, knowing that he was overacting, Loki looked at himself in the mirror, sighing at the black lines forming under his eyes. Changing to his night clothes, Loki opened the door and made his way to the bed, Leera already lying down under the silk duvet.

"Goodnight Loki" Leera said in the now darkened room as Loki blew out the candles and covered himself with the bed sheets.

"Goodnight Leera" He replied, rolling on his side, back facing her.

"I love you" Came her reply. Loki found himself questioning that, thinking about the fact that for the past week Leera seemed to be around less and less and hardly spent any time with Loki, let alone showing an affectionate kiss. Sighing he said, almost a whisper

"And I, you"