Mischievous Reverie

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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"That sounds lovely." Meschella leaned forward to give King a kiss before stretching. "Shall we take a shower first, though?" She wondered and got up, throwing on a robe to shield her body from the slight chill in the air. The cabin was generally quite warm, but her body had gotten used to being tucked underneath the covers.

She went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a warm pair of clothes; a long sleeved sweater and some thick leggings so she would have them ready to change into. Meschella stilled for a minute, grabbing a gentle hold of the dresser with one hand and placing her hand over on her forehead as she felt a light dizzy spell. Perhaps she had gotten up too fast and moved too much after having used her ability so much. She would definitely make sure to be careful, as she had not only her own health to look after, but the baby's.

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King smiled and kissed Meschella softly. He shamelessly watched his wife as she climbed out of bed and pulled her robe on. She was so beautiful. He briefly imagined what she would look like in a few months when her belly was swollen with his baby inside. He couldn’t wait. He smiled even bigger at the thought. 

“Yes, of course--- love?” 

King leapt out of bed and had his arms wrapped around her faster than even he thought possible. 

“Are you alright?”

King realized that she must have gotten dizzy from standing up or from not eating enough. He silently chastised himself for not feeding her sooner. 

“I think, perhaps, you need some sustenance my love. We don’t know for sure how fast my baby will grow- or how much you will need to eat in order to please them. Why don’t you let me carry you to the bed and help you with your clothes? Then I’ll get you a snack. We can shower after you’ve had a bite to eat.”

King hoped Meschella would relent and allow him to baby her a little. He knew exactly how strong she was, but he also wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be. Not with him.  

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Meschella leaned into King as he held her, giving herself a few moments. She nodded in response to him checking on her, "I'm fine. Maybe I was a little ambitious in trying to move so much too soon."

In listening to his suggestion, she knew he wasn't going to stop fussing over her until he tended to her needs. Meschella would agree with him-- to a point. "I'll be okay, I promise. I'll eat first and then shower." She reassured him, setting her clothes down on the dresser and wrapping her arms around him. Meschella really was grateful that he cared that much about her. It was moments like these that really reminded her how lucky she was after everything they'd gone through. 

Thinking about a snack, her stomach rumbled a little as a random idea popped into her mind. "Can we have cheese and crackers? I know it's random but… it sounds so good right now. And I think just a few will hold me over until lunch." Meschella wasn't sure if he'd deem it good enough, but at least she hadn't turned down the idea of eating altogether. 

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King knew that Meschella was not going to give in to his every demand. She was too independent for that. But he was thankful that she knew he needed to take care of her. It was so hard for him not to pick her up and carry her back to bed, demanding that she stay there for the next...how long would this pregnancy be? 

As she wrapped her arms around him, he buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. He was so terrified of losing her again, but he knew he had to trust her. She would tell him if she needed something, wouldn’t she? 

At that moment, Meschella asked for cheese and crackers, and King smiled endearingly at her. 

“Of course, my queen. You can have anything you want. I-- I don’t know a lot about babies, but I do know that when you’re craving something, it’s because they need the nutrients in that particular food,” he smiled, clearly proud of himself. “Although I’m not sure what nutrients are in cheese and crackers,” he laughed. 

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Meschella didn't have to use her ability to know that King was feeling a bit anxious. She knew him well enough to practically hear what he was thinking. Her brand new condition combined with the fatigue and slight dizziness she'd just experienced would understandably worry him and she would do what she could to try and reassure him that she would be okay.

"I don't know much about them either, truthfully. It's a good job we're a pair of bookworms." Meschella grinned. "But cheese at least has protein? And it's yummy. It has the good for the soul nutrient" She joked, in hopes she could lighten the mood a little more.

Yes, as soon as she got some food in her and took a shower, she knew she would feel better. Maybe later she could look some articles up on the internet to ease their minds.

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King smiled and let out a sigh of relief when Meschella joked about the cheese. He knew he had to get his anxiety under control, especially if he was going to support her the way she needed him to.

"Alright love, will you please sit down here and allow me to go get your snack? Would you like something to drink?"

He was doing his best not to insist that she stay where she was. After all, if she chose to go with him, he would simply stay as close to her as possible so he could catch her if she became dizzy.

"Meschella, my love, I-- I can't explain this feeling. I have everything I've ever wanted and I'm so terrified that-- that the universe will realize there's been a mistake. I don't deserve you. And I certainly don't deserve more. I have to protect you."

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A giggle tumbled out of Meschella's mouth as he asked her to stay where she was so that he could take care of getting her what she needed. "Loki…" She was about to protest but trailed off when he said her name.

As he expressed how he was feeling, her face softened and grew a bit more serious, though the smile remained. She pulled back to look at him, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. "The universe doesn't make mistakes, we both know that. What's meant to happen, happens. And there's not much we can do to change it."

Meschella did understand his worry though, she would be lying if she said she didn't feel a bit anxious about the baby. But she couldn't dwell on it, she had to believe everything would be okay.

"Now listen." She cupped his face in her hands. "I don't wanna hear anything more about you not deserving something from that stupid, handsome mouth of yours. You deserve everything good that comes your way. Especially our little one."

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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Instinctively, Iolas' arms shot out to hold onto the person who had steadied him. His heart was hammering in his chest, having never experienced this kind of situation before during a realm transfer. He almost always ended up at a realm gate or some sort of designated teleportation circle, but never like this.

The prince opened his mouth to say something snarky but as soon as his eyes focused on his savior's face, the words died in his throat. They met blue skin, with some incredibly beautiful raised markings, deep red eyes and a handsome smile. He was so entranced by the man's gaze, Iolas didn't quite process what he'd said until he was let go.

He'd been called many things by a variety of different people, it was what he was used to-- empty praises that meant nothing to him, it was all for the sake of politics and status. But to hear it from a complete stranger and like this… it somehow felt… genuine? Iolas felt his cheeks warm and he covered his face with his arm for a brief moment, clearing his throat. "I'm fine." 

Good manners did not seem to matter to him at the moment because instead of thanking him, the prince glanced around at his surroundings. He was mindful not to let his guard down too much as he didn't know what kind of person this stranger was, but he needed to know where they were. The area was completely foreign to him and that made him feel anxious. This did not look at all like Vanaheim…

Fixing his attention back to the concerned individual in front of him, Iolas asked as casually as possible, "Which part of Vanaheim is this?"

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Vanaheim? Frost knew the realm from Loki's memories, but he'd never been there himself. As he looked at the man's lovely face, he felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Frost knew that look- the man was lost. Very, very far from home. And now he was going to have to tell the man that he hadn't made it to Vanaheim.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...this isn't Vanaheim. You're on Midgard. But I would be happy to help you find your way," he said hopefully, "In fact, I am certain that one of my brothers could teleport you..."

Frost was growing more and more nervous the longer he stood in the other man's presence. It was a combination of his own self-consciousness and the old memories stirring around in his brain. Loki had been stranded before, and though he'd never allow anyone to see his fear, he'd been scared. Frost wanted to reach out to this man and comfort him in some way, but he seemed so...Regal. Perhaps he could start by asking him for his name.

"My name is Loki...but everyone calls me Frost. What is your name?"

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Iolas was adjusting his cloak when he heard of his actual whereabouts. He looked up in surprise, as the man told him that he had actually ended up in Midgard instead of Vanaheim. Confusion crossed his features as he briefly thought about what could have gone wrong. 

Though he was still on the young side for being an elf, never in his 194 years had this prince ever experienced teleportation gone wrong. Sure, he knew that it was possible and it had happened many times to others but it had never happened to him.

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard of the man's name. Loki… No-- Frost?

"Wait, you said your name is Loki. Loki of Asgard?" He asked, curiously. Could it be him? The infamous God of Mischief, son of Odin and brother of Thor? 

If he really was Loki of Asgard, he certainly lived up to the expectation of the good looks he would hear females giggle about and swoon over. Iolas let his eyes subtly roam over his form, which at the present moment was extremely visible with what little clothing he was wearing. He was confused though. Judging based on color of skin wasn't something that ever crossed his mind, but he would be lying if he denied being curious as to why his skin was blue and not pale like his family. That hue of blue and the red in his eyes strangely reminded him of a race of beings he'd read about in the royal study. 

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Frost noticed the man's eyes traveling down his body, and he felt himself start to blush again. He wondered if that would ever stop or if he'd just be awkward forever.

"Yes...well, I'm a Loki. I suppose? There are a few of us. My brothers actually look like him, but I--" He stopped and sighed. "I don't."

He almost told the man that he looked like Loki really looked, but he knew that Loki would be extremely pissed off if he gave this stranger such private information. He briefly wondered if this lovely man in front of him would like him more if he did look like his brothers. The thought made him sad.

"I'm sure Loki could help you get back to your home. Although I feel certain he wouldn't be welcome there. There aren't many places in the Nine Realms where he can go without being chased away or worse."

Frost was dying to know what the man was called. He looked like he might be an elf...probably elven royalty. He tried to get a better look at the man's clothing and maybe just a tiny glimpse of his body without getting caught. Frost was certain he would only have this small amount of time to admire him before he left for somewhere far more interesting.

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Iolas noticed the man's blush, thinking that it was beautiful. It was certainly unique, as what normally would be a tint of red or pink, was a soft purple that complimented his blue skin.

The prince frowned slightly in confusion as the man who referred to himself as Frost answered his question. So… he was Loki, but wasn't? He wasn't sure what that meant exactly but he supposed that was a bit irrelevant information at the moment. He needed to focus on getting back to where he belonged, no matter how curious he was about the man in front of him or the realm itself.

"Well, I suppose if I were to unexpectedly find myself lost in a foreign realm like this one, then I'd call myself lucky to cross paths with someone as talented with magic as Loki of Asgard. Or someone associated with him, in this case." Iolas shot him his trademark grin, something he often did when he needed to charm someone into helping him.

"I'm Iolas of Thalore." He answered proudly, offering out his hand, clearly unashamed in his realm's current reputation. He wouldn't know if Frost knew about the takeover of Alfheim, but he couldn't let that hold him back from trying to get home. He had to hope that he was either unaware or simply had no interest in the elven politics.

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Frost stood mesmerized for a moment. Iolas’ smile was enough to make him sweat- something he never did. He blinked a few times to clear his head and prepared to actually speak. 

“Iolas. It’s very nice to meet you,” Frost held out his hand. Then he wondered if Iolas had ever shaken hands with anyone. Loki certainly hadn’t before his first trip to Earth. Eventually it became a habit, but it took a long time. 

“Thalore...” Frost furrowed his brow as he searched his memories for any clue of that realm. “I’m not familiar with Thalore, but I feel certain that Loki is. He has visited every realm- even Hel! But there are a few where he is no longer welcome,” he said, trailing off. 

As Frost studied the man in front of him, he found himself hoping that Loki would have more than a little trouble sending him back to Thalore. He really wanted a chance to talk with him more. 

“I can bring you to Loki if you like- I’m sure he can help. He lives just a few blocks away. Actually, so do I. If you don’t have anywhere to stay, I mean...if Loki can’t get you back right away...you could...” Frost shrugged and blushed deep purple, “You could stay at my place. I have room.”

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The young elven male didn't typically shake hands with many others but he found himself curious about this man. Besides, he was a fellow prince like himself and he was so handsome that he just couldn't resist.

As Iolas shook Frost's hand, he thought the feeling of his cool skin was refreshing. He also loved the way the other male's hand was much larger than his own as he encased it for the brief moment. Realizing he'd held his hand for a little longer than necessary, he gently pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side as he heard Frost speak about Loki's possible knowledge of Thalore. "Well, if he does know of it, then we'll see if he would still be willing to help. Though if he was, I would be in his debt."

At the offer of giving him a place to stay for the night, Iolas hesitated. "Oh, I couldn't impose… You really don't have to do that." He replied, trying to be polite. "Who knows, there may not even be any trouble at all!" Though he supposed if he did have trouble getting back, he considered the fact that he may not have the proper currency to find himself a room for the night so he may have to take the prince up on his offer.

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Frost didn’t want to let go of Iola’s hand. It had been so long since he’d felt any kind of connection with anyone...if that was what had happened? Had Iolas felt it? Frost furrowed his brow at the thought. Perhaps he’d been so desperate for affection, even a simple handshake was enough to make him feel something that wasn’t there. 

For a moment, he searched his own memories in hopes that Thalore was buried in there somewhere. Sometimes if he searched, he could recall Loki’s own memories, even if they were very, very old. 

“I’m certain Loki wouldn’t mind helping you. I can take you there now if you like? And I would actually like to have the company- if you chose to stay at my place.” 

Once again, Frost’s cheeks flushed, and he looked down at his feet hoping Iolas wouldn’t notice. 

“Loki and April live just a few blocks away,” Frost commented, then turned back to look at the coffee shop. “Although...they did leave the wedding early...after dancing very close. They might not answer the door,” he laughed. 

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Iolas' hopes were high once Frost assured him that Loki wouldn't mind helping, and that he only lived a few blocks away… whatever that meant. It sounded promising, anyway.

The prince understood Frost's insinuation and couldn't help but chuckle along with him, finding himself enjoying the sound. And especially the beautiful purple blush that dusted his cheeks often.

"Well, no offense to you, but let's hope that they do. I erm… have a prior engagement to tend to. Very important business. I can't afford to miss it, I'm afraid. I do appreciate the offer to stay, though. Very kind of you."

Iolas reached into his pocket and took out a regal looking pocket watch, popping it open and glancing down at it. He was not normally this polite unless he were dealing with political business. It made him cringe sometimes, because he felt he could not be himself. Though if this man really was a Loki like he claimed to be, then he technically was royalty, just not to this particular realm. He'd heard that there had been a mess between Asgard and Loki so he was sure that he wouldn't go running off to report to his father, but he should probably be mindful of what came out of his mouth.

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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"That sounds lovely." Meschella leaned forward to give King a kiss before stretching. "Shall we take a shower first, though?" She wondered and got up, throwing on a robe to shield her body from the slight chill in the air. The cabin was generally quite warm, but her body had gotten used to being tucked underneath the covers.

She went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a warm pair of clothes; a long sleeved sweater and some thick leggings so she would have them ready to change into. Meschella stilled for a minute, grabbing a gentle hold of the dresser with one hand and placing her hand over on her forehead as she felt a light dizzy spell. Perhaps she had gotten up too fast and moved too much after having used her ability so much. She would definitely make sure to be careful, as she had not only her own health to look after, but the baby's.

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King smiled and kissed Meschella softly. He shamelessly watched his wife as she climbed out of bed and pulled her robe on. She was so beautiful. He briefly imagined what she would look like in a few months when her belly was swollen with his baby inside. He couldn’t wait. He smiled even bigger at the thought. 

“Yes, of course--- love?” 

King leapt out of bed and had his arms wrapped around her faster than even he thought possible. 

“Are you alright?”

King realized that she must have gotten dizzy from standing up or from not eating enough. He silently chastised himself for not feeding her sooner. 

“I think, perhaps, you need some sustenance my love. We don’t know for sure how fast my baby will grow- or how much you will need to eat in order to please them. Why don’t you let me carry you to the bed and help you with your clothes? Then I’ll get you a snack. We can shower after you’ve had a bite to eat.”

King hoped Meschella would relent and allow him to baby her a little. He knew exactly how strong she was, but he also wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be. Not with him.  

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Meschella leaned into King as he held her, giving herself a few moments. She nodded in response to him checking on her, "I'm fine. Maybe I was a little ambitious in trying to move so much too soon."

In listening to his suggestion, she knew he wasn't going to stop fussing over her until he tended to her needs. Meschella would agree with him-- to a point. "I'll be okay, I promise. I'll eat first and then shower." She reassured him, setting her clothes down on the dresser and wrapping her arms around him. Meschella really was grateful that he cared that much about her. It was moments like these that really reminded her how lucky she was after everything they'd gone through. 

Thinking about a snack, her stomach rumbled a little as a random idea popped into her mind. "Can we have cheese and crackers? I know it's random but… it sounds so good right now. And I think just a few will hold me over until lunch." Meschella wasn't sure if he'd deem it good enough, but at least she hadn't turned down the idea of eating altogether. 

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King knew that Meschella was not going to give in to his every demand. She was too independent for that. But he was thankful that she knew he needed to take care of her. It was so hard for him not to pick her up and carry her back to bed, demanding that she stay there for the next...how long would this pregnancy be? 

As she wrapped her arms around him, he buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. He was so terrified of losing her again, but he knew he had to trust her. She would tell him if she needed something, wouldn’t she? 

At that moment, Meschella asked for cheese and crackers, and King smiled endearingly at her. 

“Of course, my queen. You can have anything you want. I-- I don’t know a lot about babies, but I do know that when you’re craving something, it’s because they need the nutrients in that particular food,” he smiled, clearly proud of himself. “Although I’m not sure what nutrients are in cheese and crackers,” he laughed. 

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Meschella didn't have to use her ability to know that King was feeling a bit anxious. She knew him well enough to practically hear what he was thinking. Her brand new condition combined with the fatigue and slight dizziness she'd just experienced would understandably worry him and she would do what she could to try and reassure him that she would be okay.

"I don't know much about them either, truthfully. It's a good job we're a pair of bookworms." Meschella grinned. "But cheese at least has protein? And it's yummy. It has the good for the soul nutrient" She joked, in hopes she could lighten the mood a little more.

Yes, as soon as she got some food in her and took a shower, she knew she would feel better. Maybe later she could look some articles up on the internet to ease their minds.

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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Instinctively, Iolas' arms shot out to hold onto the person who had steadied him. His heart was hammering in his chest, having never experienced this kind of situation before during a realm transfer. He almost always ended up at a realm gate or some sort of designated teleportation circle, but never like this.

The prince opened his mouth to say something snarky but as soon as his eyes focused on his savior's face, the words died in his throat. They met blue skin, with some incredibly beautiful raised markings, deep red eyes and a handsome smile. He was so entranced by the man's gaze, Iolas didn't quite process what he'd said until he was let go.

He'd been called many things by a variety of different people, it was what he was used to-- empty praises that meant nothing to him, it was all for the sake of politics and status. But to hear it from a complete stranger and like this… it somehow felt… genuine? Iolas felt his cheeks warm and he covered his face with his arm for a brief moment, clearing his throat. "I'm fine." 

Good manners did not seem to matter to him at the moment because instead of thanking him, the prince glanced around at his surroundings. He was mindful not to let his guard down too much as he didn't know what kind of person this stranger was, but he needed to know where they were. The area was completely foreign to him and that made him feel anxious. This did not look at all like Vanaheim…

Fixing his attention back to the concerned individual in front of him, Iolas asked as casually as possible, "Which part of Vanaheim is this?"

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Vanaheim? Frost knew the realm from Loki's memories, but he'd never been there himself. As he looked at the man's lovely face, he felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Frost knew that look- the man was lost. Very, very far from home. And now he was going to have to tell the man that he hadn't made it to Vanaheim.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...this isn't Vanaheim. You're on Midgard. But I would be happy to help you find your way," he said hopefully, "In fact, I am certain that one of my brothers could teleport you..."

Frost was growing more and more nervous the longer he stood in the other man's presence. It was a combination of his own self-consciousness and the old memories stirring around in his brain. Loki had been stranded before, and though he'd never allow anyone to see his fear, he'd been scared. Frost wanted to reach out to this man and comfort him in some way, but he seemed so...Regal. Perhaps he could start by asking him for his name.

"My name is Loki...but everyone calls me Frost. What is your name?"

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Iolas was adjusting his cloak when he heard of his actual whereabouts. He looked up in surprise, as the man told him that he had actually ended up in Midgard instead of Vanaheim. Confusion crossed his features as he briefly thought about what could have gone wrong. 

Though he was still on the young side for being an elf, never in his 194 years had this prince ever experienced teleportation gone wrong. Sure, he knew that it was possible and it had happened many times to others but it had never happened to him.

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard of the man's name. Loki… No-- Frost?

"Wait, you said your name is Loki. Loki of Asgard?" He asked, curiously. Could it be him? The infamous God of Mischief, son of Odin and brother of Thor? 

If he really was Loki of Asgard, he certainly lived up to the expectation of the good looks he would hear females giggle about and swoon over. Iolas let his eyes subtly roam over his form, which at the present moment was extremely visible with what little clothing he was wearing. He was confused though. Judging based on color of skin wasn't something that ever crossed his mind, but he would be lying if he denied being curious as to why his skin was blue and not pale like his family. That hue of blue and the red in his eyes strangely reminded him of a race of beings he'd read about in the royal study. 

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Frost noticed the man's eyes traveling down his body, and he felt himself start to blush again. He wondered if that would ever stop or if he'd just be awkward forever.

"Yes...well, I'm a Loki. I suppose? There are a few of us. My brothers actually look like him, but I--" He stopped and sighed. "I don't."

He almost told the man that he looked like Loki really looked, but he knew that Loki would be extremely pissed off if he gave this stranger such private information. He briefly wondered if this lovely man in front of him would like him more if he did look like his brothers. The thought made him sad.

"I'm sure Loki could help you get back to your home. Although I feel certain he wouldn't be welcome there. There aren't many places in the Nine Realms where he can go without being chased away or worse."

Frost was dying to know what the man was called. He looked like he might be an elf...probably elven royalty. He tried to get a better look at the man's clothing and maybe just a tiny glimpse of his body without getting caught. Frost was certain he would only have this small amount of time to admire him before he left for somewhere far more interesting.

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Iolas noticed the man's blush, thinking that it was beautiful. It was certainly unique, as what normally would be a tint of red or pink, was a soft purple that complimented his blue skin.

The prince frowned slightly in confusion as the man who referred to himself as Frost answered his question. So… he was Loki, but wasn't? He wasn't sure what that meant exactly but he supposed that was a bit irrelevant information at the moment. He needed to focus on getting back to where he belonged, no matter how curious he was about the man in front of him or the realm itself.

"Well, I suppose if I were to unexpectedly find myself lost in a foreign realm like this one, then I'd call myself lucky to cross paths with someone as talented with magic as Loki of Asgard. Or someone associated with him, in this case." Iolas shot him his trademark grin, something he often did when he needed to charm someone into helping him.

"I'm Iolas of Thalore." He answered proudly, offering out his hand, clearly unashamed in his realm's current reputation. He wouldn't know if Frost knew about the takeover of Alfheim, but he couldn't let that hold him back from trying to get home. He had to hope that he was either unaware or simply had no interest in the elven politics.

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Frost stood mesmerized for a moment. Iolas’ smile was enough to make him sweat- something he never did. He blinked a few times to clear his head and prepared to actually speak. 

“Iolas. It’s very nice to meet you,” Frost held out his hand. Then he wondered if Iolas had ever shaken hands with anyone. Loki certainly hadn’t before his first trip to Earth. Eventually it became a habit, but it took a long time. 

“Thalore...” Frost furrowed his brow as he searched his memories for any clue of that realm. “I’m not familiar with Thalore, but I feel certain that Loki is. He has visited every realm- even Hel! But there are a few where he is no longer welcome,” he said, trailing off. 

As Frost studied the man in front of him, he found himself hoping that Loki would have more than a little trouble sending him back to Thalore. He really wanted a chance to talk with him more. 

“I can bring you to Loki if you like- I’m sure he can help. He lives just a few blocks away. Actually, so do I. If you don’t have anywhere to stay, I mean...if Loki can’t get you back right away...you could...” Frost shrugged and blushed deep purple, “You could stay at my place. I have room.”

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The young elven male didn't typically shake hands with many others but he found himself curious about this man. Besides, he was a fellow prince like himself and he was so handsome that he just couldn't resist.

As Iolas shook Frost's hand, he thought the feeling of his cool skin was refreshing. He also loved the way the other male's hand was much larger than his own as he encased it for the brief moment. Realizing he'd held his hand for a little longer than necessary, he gently pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side as he heard Frost speak about Loki's possible knowledge of Thalore. "Well, if he does know of it, then we'll see if he would still be willing to help. Though if he was, I would be in his debt."

At the offer of giving him a place to stay for the night, Iolas hesitated. "Oh, I couldn't impose… You really don't have to do that." He replied, trying to be polite. "Who knows, there may not even be any trouble at all!" Though he supposed if he did have trouble getting back, he considered the fact that he may not have the proper currency to find himself a room for the night so he may have to take the prince up on his offer.

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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"That sounds lovely." Meschella leaned forward to give King a kiss before stretching. "Shall we take a shower first, though?" She wondered and got up, throwing on a robe to shield her body from the slight chill in the air. The cabin was generally quite warm, but her body had gotten used to being tucked underneath the covers.

She went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a warm pair of clothes; a long sleeved sweater and some thick leggings so she would have them ready to change into. Meschella stilled for a minute, grabbing a gentle hold of the dresser with one hand and placing her hand over on her forehead as she felt a light dizzy spell. Perhaps she had gotten up too fast and moved too much after having used her ability so much. She would definitely make sure to be careful, as she had not only her own health to look after, but the baby's.

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King smiled and kissed Meschella softly. He shamelessly watched his wife as she climbed out of bed and pulled her robe on. She was so beautiful. He briefly imagined what she would look like in a few months when her belly was swollen with his baby inside. He couldn’t wait. He smiled even bigger at the thought. 

“Yes, of course--- love?” 

King leapt out of bed and had his arms wrapped around her faster than even he thought possible. 

“Are you alright?”

King realized that she must have gotten dizzy from standing up or from not eating enough. He silently chastised himself for not feeding her sooner. 

“I think, perhaps, you need some sustenance my love. We don’t know for sure how fast my baby will grow- or how much you will need to eat in order to please them. Why don’t you let me carry you to the bed and help you with your clothes? Then I’ll get you a snack. We can shower after you’ve had a bite to eat.”

King hoped Meschella would relent and allow him to baby her a little. He knew exactly how strong she was, but he also wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be. Not with him.  

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Meschella leaned into King as he held her, giving herself a few moments. She nodded in response to him checking on her, "I'm fine. Maybe I was a little ambitious in trying to move so much too soon."

In listening to his suggestion, she knew he wasn't going to stop fussing over her until he tended to her needs. Meschella would agree with him-- to a point. "I'll be okay, I promise. I'll eat first and then shower." She reassured him, setting her clothes down on the dresser and wrapping her arms around him. Meschella really was grateful that he cared that much about her. It was moments like these that really reminded her how lucky she was after everything they'd gone through. 

Thinking about a snack, her stomach rumbled a little as a random idea popped into her mind. "Can we have cheese and crackers? I know it's random but… it sounds so good right now. And I think just a few will hold me over until lunch." Meschella wasn't sure if he'd deem it good enough, but at least she hadn't turned down the idea of eating altogether. 

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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"That sounds lovely." Meschella leaned forward to give King a kiss before stretching. "Shall we take a shower first, though?" She wondered and got up, throwing on a robe to shield her body from the slight chill in the air. The cabin was generally quite warm, but her body had gotten used to being tucked underneath the covers.

She went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a warm pair of clothes; a long sleeved sweater and some thick leggings so she would have them ready to change into. Meschella stilled for a minute, grabbing a gentle hold of the dresser with one hand and placing her hand over on her forehead as she felt a light dizzy spell. Perhaps she had gotten up too fast and moved too much after having used her ability so much. She would definitely make sure to be careful, as she had not only her own health to look after, but the baby's.

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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Instinctively, Iolas' arms shot out to hold onto the person who had steadied him. His heart was hammering in his chest, having never experienced this kind of situation before during a realm transfer. He almost always ended up at a realm gate or some sort of designated teleportation circle, but never like this.

The prince opened his mouth to say something snarky but as soon as his eyes focused on his savior's face, the words died in his throat. They met blue skin, with some incredibly beautiful raised markings, deep red eyes and a handsome smile. He was so entranced by the man's gaze, Iolas didn't quite process what he'd said until he was let go.

He'd been called many things by a variety of different people, it was what he was used to-- empty praises that meant nothing to him, it was all for the sake of politics and status. But to hear it from a complete stranger and like this… it somehow felt… genuine? Iolas felt his cheeks warm and he covered his face with his arm for a brief moment, clearing his throat. "I'm fine." 

Good manners did not seem to matter to him at the moment because instead of thanking him, the prince glanced around at his surroundings. He was mindful not to let his guard down too much as he didn't know what kind of person this stranger was, but he needed to know where they were. The area was completely foreign to him and that made him feel anxious. This did not look at all like Vanaheim…

Fixing his attention back to the concerned individual in front of him, Iolas asked as casually as possible, "Which part of Vanaheim is this?"

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Vanaheim? Frost knew the realm from Loki's memories, but he'd never been there himself. As he looked at the man's lovely face, he felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Frost knew that look- the man was lost. Very, very far from home. And now he was going to have to tell the man that he hadn't made it to Vanaheim.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...this isn't Vanaheim. You're on Midgard. But I would be happy to help you find your way," he said hopefully, "In fact, I am certain that one of my brothers could teleport you..."

Frost was growing more and more nervous the longer he stood in the other man's presence. It was a combination of his own self-consciousness and the old memories stirring around in his brain. Loki had been stranded before, and though he'd never allow anyone to see his fear, he'd been scared. Frost wanted to reach out to this man and comfort him in some way, but he seemed so...Regal. Perhaps he could start by asking him for his name.

"My name is Loki...but everyone calls me Frost. What is your name?"

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Iolas was adjusting his cloak when he heard of his actual whereabouts. He looked up in surprise, as the man told him that he had actually ended up in Midgard instead of Vanaheim. Confusion crossed his features as he briefly thought about what could have gone wrong. 

Though he was still on the young side for being an elf, never in his 194 years had this prince ever experienced teleportation gone wrong. Sure, he knew that it was possible and it had happened many times to others but it had never happened to him.

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard of the man's name. Loki… No-- Frost?

"Wait, you said your name is Loki. Loki of Asgard?" He asked, curiously. Could it be him? The infamous God of Mischief, son of Odin and brother of Thor? 

If he really was Loki of Asgard, he certainly lived up to the expectation of the good looks he would hear females giggle about and swoon over. Iolas let his eyes subtly roam over his form, which at the present moment was extremely visible with what little clothing he was wearing. He was confused though. Judging based on color of skin wasn't something that ever crossed his mind, but he would be lying if he denied being curious as to why his skin was blue and not pale like his family. That hue of blue and the red in his eyes strangely reminded him of a race of beings he'd read about in the royal study. 

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Frost noticed the man's eyes traveling down his body, and he felt himself start to blush again. He wondered if that would ever stop or if he'd just be awkward forever.

"Yes...well, I'm a Loki. I suppose? There are a few of us. My brothers actually look like him, but I--" He stopped and sighed. "I don't."

He almost told the man that he looked like Loki really looked, but he knew that Loki would be extremely pissed off if he gave this stranger such private information. He briefly wondered if this lovely man in front of him would like him more if he did look like his brothers. The thought made him sad.

"I'm sure Loki could help you get back to your home. Although I feel certain he wouldn't be welcome there. There aren't many places in the Nine Realms where he can go without being chased away or worse."

Frost was dying to know what the man was called. He looked like he might be an elf...probably elven royalty. He tried to get a better look at the man's clothing and maybe just a tiny glimpse of his body without getting caught. Frost was certain he would only have this small amount of time to admire him before he left for somewhere far more interesting.

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Iolas noticed the man's blush, thinking that it was beautiful. It was certainly unique, as what normally would be a tint of red or pink, was a soft purple that complimented his blue skin.

The prince frowned slightly in confusion as the man who referred to himself as Frost answered his question. So… he was Loki, but wasn't? He wasn't sure what that meant exactly but he supposed that was a bit irrelevant information at the moment. He needed to focus on getting back to where he belonged, no matter how curious he was about the man in front of him or the realm itself.

"Well, I suppose if I were to unexpectedly find myself lost in a foreign realm like this one, then I'd call myself lucky to cross paths with someone as talented with magic as Loki of Asgard. Or someone associated with him, in this case." Iolas shot him his trademark grin, something he often did when he needed to charm someone into helping him.

"I'm Iolas of Thalore." He answered proudly, offering out his hand, clearly unashamed in his realm's current reputation. He wouldn't know if Frost knew about the takeover of Alfheim, but he couldn't let that hold him back from trying to get home. He had to hope that he was either unaware or simply had no interest in the elven politics.

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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Meschella was just as nervous as King was as she felt his hands settle onto her stomach. She watched him work his magic, seeing that cute crinkle on his forehead that always appeared when he was trying to concentrate.

He was quite for several moments and the more seconds that ticked by, the more concerned she became. What if it was a false alarm? What if they had been wr-

King's sudden exclamation made her eyes dart from his hands to his face, then back to his hands again. "A heartbeat...?" Her words came out in a whisper.

The moment she heard him refer to the heartbeat as their baby, her whole life changed. Had she not just used up most of her ability's juice, both of their emotions would have been swirling around them in a dizzying dance.

But as soon as he kissed her, she couldn't help it. Any ounce of magic she had left in her was used to push out her emotions and let his in. It wouldn't last very long, but it would be enough.

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King felt Meschella as she used her ability to connect with him, and though he wanted to tell her to stop and rest, he could not bring himself to put an end to the moment. Tears ran down his face as he realized just how happy they both were, and when he reached out just a bit further with his magic, it was no longer the two of them, but three of them in that place.

Pulling Meschella into his arms, King held her as close as he could and closed his eyes. He wanted to remember every detail of that moment. The way his sweet soul mate felt in his arms, her scent, her heartbeat against his chest, and the sound of her voice. He could only remember feeling this grateful twice in his life- once, when Meschella had agreed to become his wife... And once before when he had found her safe after rescuing her in New York.

But this... This was something he never imagined he would ever feel.

"I'm going to be a dad. You've... Made me a father," He whispered, not knowing how to express exactly how much he'd longed for this gift.

"I love you so much."

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It didn't last very long, but for a brief moment she could feel what King had been talking about - that third presence. It wasn't much, but she could feel it. Them. Their baby.

She was so happy and content as King held her in his arms. Feeling any better than this was going to be tough to beat, but if she had to say any other moment would surpass this one it would be when their baby is born.

As her magic began to fade, she listened to King's words with a smile. She desperately wanted to reach back out to it but there was no way to keep her grasp on it. And when the magic left, her energy followed.

"So amazing..." Meschella mumbled with a contented sigh. Her entire body relaxed in his hold as she began to fall asleep without much control.

This wasn't the first time it had happened, it happened dozens of times when she trained herself on using her ability but it had been a long time since she'd used it so much that she was out of practice. Perhaps she should train herself again, as cautiously as possible of course being that she needed to make sure her baby was okay while she used it. But she wanted to be able to check on her baby's needs during the pregnancy, and even after the baby is born. Through this, her and King could have a stronger bond with their child.

Either way, she knew in her heart that King was going to be the best father, with the help of their abilities or not.

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King took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves knowing that Meschella had simply worn herself out. He'd done it himself many times before. Hadn't he? Yes. And he'd seen her do it too. She was sleeping so peacefully in his arms, he dared not move. Instead, he carefully placed his hands on her tiny belly once more and he began to sing as softly as he could.

It was a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. He remembered her face so clearly, it was as if she had been there just moments ago. King hoped he could be a far better father than either of his so-called fathers had been. He wanted to be a dad, not merely a father.

As he gazed at Meschella's sleeping face, he wondered if their baby would be Asgardian or Jotun...or a bit of both, and he worried about the pregnancy. Would she have any difficulty carrying his child? He would go to the end of the universe to make sure she was safe.

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Though she hadn't been asleep for very long yet, King's voice carried over into Meschella's subconscious and she felt so incredibly peaceful as she rested. She was warm and cozy in his arms, which allowed her to get at least a couple of more hours to recover.

By the time she woke again, it was almost noon. Her eyes blinked open slowly and she felt a little confused as she stifled a yawn. She could have sworn that she'd just been talking to King.

"Hmm...? Did I fall asleep again?"

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King smiled softly and brushed a few stray hairs away from Meschella's eyes.

"You need your rest, my love. You're doing this incredibly difficult task right now." He placed his palm on her stomach and rubbed circles with his thumb.

"I need to make you and our child some lunch," he said, smiling brightly. "Are you hungry? Is there anything that doesn't sound good? I hope you haven't been feeling bad and just not telling me," he rambled.

King remembered how he'd felt when his brother came in and proudly announced that he was going to be a father. He was so happy for his brother, but he'd felt a sting of jealousy so strong he could hardly breathe. Now he couldn't stop smiling because it was his turn.

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Meschella met her husband's eyes and placed her hand over his that rested on her stomach. "I feel a lot better now. I don't think I can rest much longer for right now though…"

As he brought up the subject of food, Meschella realized that she was pretty hungry. "Lunch sounds great, Loki. What about soup?" She smiled, staring up at the ceiling as she recalled something that made her stomach rumble. "Remember how your mother used to make it? The vegetables were always cooked just right. The chicken was perfectly tender. And she put it into a hollowed out piece of freshly baked bread…" She sighed, a smile spreading onto her face.

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Here’s how it would have ended...

When I started writing In Clone Love and War, I thought I knew how it would end. Thankfully, you all came along and saved this story from becoming the first of mine to end in angst! So this is how it would have ended.

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“Do we really have to send them away?” April asked, tears forming in her eyes. She was trying to keep her emotions in check, but she had gotten so attached to the others. 

Technically, they were all him, but each one was different. Special in his own way. She sighed, then remembered that she still hadn’t told Loki about the incident… 

She looked at that one, trying desperately to take in every tiny detail of his presence- the way he stood, the expression on his face, the innocent way he interacted with the others. So many people had assumed the “old Loki” was dead; long gone after his fall from the Bifrost, but April had always known he was still in there, and the proof stood in front of her. 

 A single tear ran down her face. 

 “Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” Loki muttered. 

“I have to tell you something,” April whispered. Her voice was barely audible, and Loki recognized the tone immediately. Something wasn’t right. He grasped her shoulders and looked into her teary eyes. 

 “What happened? Did one of them hurt you?” 

“Oh, god no!” Aside from lusty Loki over there, they’d all been perfect gentlemen. And even he hadn’t laid a finger on her that she hadn’t wanted on her. She nodded her head toward the one who was standing by himself- the one she hated to admit was her favorite. 

“I…Loki, I—slept with him.” She sighed. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I can’t even claim that I didn’t know it wasn’t you…I did. It’s just, you were down in your lab trying to figure out how to g-get rid of them, and I was having a bad day, and he was s-so sweet… and—” 

Loki placed his finger over her lips and pulled her close to his chest. 

“Darling, you do realize that he is me, right? We are one and the same. How could I be angry with you for sleeping with me?” 

“But he’s not you! He’s a version of you! And you kept trying to stop them from flirting with me…and why are you not angry with me? I’m angry with me!” She sobbed. 

Loki chuckled and pulled her tighter; holding her while she cried.

“I only tried to stop them because I was afraid of what would happen if all seven of us started bedding you. I couldn’t even imagine the chaos that would ensue if they became as addicted to you as I am. But I do have a question…What is so special about that one? Why him? I know you think they’re all different in some subtle way.” 

April looked at the clone, not knowing if Loki would be upset with what she had to say. She wasn’t exactly sure how to tell him what was special about that one, so she just said what was in her heart. 

“Look at him, darling. Look at his eyes. Look at the way he stands there without any real concern on his face. He’s the you that I know. He’s the Loki without all of the hurt and pain and betrayal from your past. He’s the mischievous, but carefree prince who didn’t know any better. Everyone thought he was gone, but I knew he was still there. I saw him long before you made them.” She touched his chest and smiled. 

“I knew he was here, and I love him.” 

Loki watched the clone for a moment; a thoughtful expression on his face. When he looked back at April, she saw that his eyes were glassy. 

“I thought he was dead. I thought he died in the Void.” 

 April smiled. “I know. I’ve been trying to tell you. Loki, look at him. He’s so beautiful,” she gestured to the clone who was now down on his hands and knees playing with their cat. “He’s innocent and so sweet. And he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t exist in you.” 

 Loki took a deep breath. He didn’t want her to be sad, but she was going to have to let them go. After all, they couldn’t have seven of him running around everywhere. One was plenty. 

 “Darling, do you want to say goodbye to them? You can’t tell them, but you can at least give them a hug.” 

 More tears streamed down April’s face as she thought of each one. They were all so special to her, and in her mind, they were all so different. 

 One who constantly sought attention; he was starved for affection, and she’d given it to him so willingly. How could she not? She knew her Loki had been denied that affection his entire life by everyone except for his mother. 

 One who was downright lecherous. He hid behind the bed just to catch a glimpse of her getting undressed. She might have found it flattering if she hadn’t realized he would have done it to anyone. April suspected that her Loki secretly detested him for spying on her, but there really wasn’t much he could do about it, especially since he found himself doing the same thing from time to time. 

 Then there was one who doted on her all the time. When she came home from work, he immediately fetched her tea or coffee or anything she could possibly require. He rubbed her feet, her shoulders, her neck. He offered to run her bath, but that’s where Loki drew the line. That was his job, and his alone. He’d been so understanding while the others had been in the house with them; allowing them to do things for her and her for them. April could see the jealousy in his eyes, but she also knew that he realized how silly that was. They were him. 

 She looked over toward the dining room, where the angry one, as she like to think of him, was sitting. He’d scarred their table almost beyond repair playing with the kitchen knives, but she didn’t mind. Actually, watching him was hypnotizing. And it seemed to help his anxiety. There had been many nights when April had heard him whimpering in his sleep, and she had crawled into bed with him just to soothe him. She remembered how, not too long ago, her own husband had been just as haunted. 

 The disgruntled Loki generally got into the most fights with the one she called King Loki. He was very authoritative- always ordering the others around, even though they didn’t listen to him. He had plans, graphs, charts, schemes; all hidden in a drawer in his room. April didn’t know exactly which realm he intended to invade, but it looked to her like he would be successful. Her husband continued to assure her that he didn’t have the necessary materials to accomplish the task though. 

 As April looked at each one of them, she realized she wouldn’t be able to hug them goodbye without getting emotional and giving everything away. It would be impossible for her to express her love for them without breaking down. But she also realized something else. Every one of these men was part of her Loki. They were just him- broken down into separate entities. When she’d told him she loved every part of him, she’d meant it and she had known that, but he had always doubted anyone could love his less admirable qualities. But now that he’d witnessed her attachment to them, he could see that she was telling the truth. 

 “I can’t. I- I can’t tell them goodbye. It feels too much like telling you goodbye.” Loki nodded his understanding. Then he pulled her closer to him, burying her face in his chest. Reaching out his hand, he watched as the green magic swirled around the room, taking his clones with it. 

When the light retreated into his hand, he felt as if something hit him hard in his chest. 

“Was that you?” He whispered. April glanced up at him in confusion. 

“Was what me?” She looked around, seeing that the others were now gone. Fresh tears ran down her face in rivulets. 

 “They’re gone…” 

Loki suddenly remembered everything. He remembered being that clone- the one who’d slept with her. He remembered making those plans to take over a realm. He remembered hiding behind their bed to sneakily watch her getting undressed… 

“No…darling…they really were me. You were right.”

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Reblogging here so I can find it 💚

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Omgggg I never saw this!! Thank you for sharing 💚

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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Instinctively, Iolas' arms shot out to hold onto the person who had steadied him. His heart was hammering in his chest, having never experienced this kind of situation before during a realm transfer. He almost always ended up at a realm gate or some sort of designated teleportation circle, but never like this.

The prince opened his mouth to say something snarky but as soon as his eyes focused on his savior's face, the words died in his throat. They met blue skin, with some incredibly beautiful raised markings, deep red eyes and a handsome smile. He was so entranced by the man's gaze, Iolas didn't quite process what he'd said until he was let go.

He'd been called many things by a variety of different people, it was what he was used to-- empty praises that meant nothing to him, it was all for the sake of politics and status. But to hear it from a complete stranger and like this… it somehow felt… genuine? Iolas felt his cheeks warm and he covered his face with his arm for a brief moment, clearing his throat. "I'm fine." 

Good manners did not seem to matter to him at the moment because instead of thanking him, the prince glanced around at his surroundings. He was mindful not to let his guard down too much as he didn't know what kind of person this stranger was, but he needed to know where they were. The area was completely foreign to him and that made him feel anxious. This did not look at all like Vanaheim…

Fixing his attention back to the concerned individual in front of him, Iolas asked as casually as possible, "Which part of Vanaheim is this?"

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Vanaheim? Frost knew the realm from Loki's memories, but he'd never been there himself. As he looked at the man's lovely face, he felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Frost knew that look- the man was lost. Very, very far from home. And now he was going to have to tell the man that he hadn't made it to Vanaheim.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...this isn't Vanaheim. You're on Midgard. But I would be happy to help you find your way," he said hopefully, "In fact, I am certain that one of my brothers could teleport you..."

Frost was growing more and more nervous the longer he stood in the other man's presence. It was a combination of his own self-consciousness and the old memories stirring around in his brain. Loki had been stranded before, and though he'd never allow anyone to see his fear, he'd been scared. Frost wanted to reach out to this man and comfort him in some way, but he seemed so...Regal. Perhaps he could start by asking him for his name.

"My name is Loki...but everyone calls me Frost. What is your name?"

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Iolas was adjusting his cloak when he heard of his actual whereabouts. He looked up in surprise, as the man told him that he had actually ended up in Midgard instead of Vanaheim. Confusion crossed his features as he briefly thought about what could have gone wrong. 

Though he was still on the young side for being an elf, never in his 194 years had this prince ever experienced teleportation gone wrong. Sure, he knew that it was possible and it had happened many times to others but it had never happened to him.

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard of the man's name. Loki… No-- Frost?

"Wait, you said your name is Loki. Loki of Asgard?" He asked, curiously. Could it be him? The infamous God of Mischief, son of Odin and brother of Thor? 

If he really was Loki of Asgard, he certainly lived up to the expectation of the good looks he would hear females giggle about and swoon over. Iolas let his eyes subtly roam over his form, which at the present moment was extremely visible with what little clothing he was wearing. He was confused though. Judging based on color of skin wasn't something that ever crossed his mind, but he would be lying if he denied being curious as to why his skin was blue and not pale like his family. That hue of blue and the red in his eyes strangely reminded him of a race of beings he'd read about in the royal study. 

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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[mischievousreverie]

Meschella was just as nervous as King was as she felt his hands settle onto her stomach. She watched him work his magic, seeing that cute crinkle on his forehead that always appeared when he was trying to concentrate.

He was quite for several moments and the more seconds that ticked by, the more concerned she became. What if it was a false alarm? What if they had been wr-

King's sudden exclamation made her eyes dart from his hands to his face, then back to his hands again. "A heartbeat...?" Her words came out in a whisper.

The moment she heard him refer to the heartbeat as their baby, her whole life changed. Had she not just used up most of her ability's juice, both of their emotions would have been swirling around them in a dizzying dance.

But as soon as he kissed her, she couldn't help it. Any ounce of magic she had left in her was used to push out her emotions and let his in. It wouldn't last very long, but it would be enough.

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King felt Meschella as she used her ability to connect with him, and though he wanted to tell her to stop and rest, he could not bring himself to put an end to the moment. Tears ran down his face as he realized just how happy they both were, and when he reached out just a bit further with his magic, it was no longer the two of them, but three of them in that place.

Pulling Meschella into his arms, King held her as close as he could and closed his eyes. He wanted to remember every detail of that moment. The way his sweet soul mate felt in his arms, her scent, her heartbeat against his chest, and the sound of her voice. He could only remember feeling this grateful twice in his life- once, when Meschella had agreed to become his wife... And once before when he had found her safe after rescuing her in New York.

But this... This was something he never imagined he would ever feel.

"I'm going to be a dad. You've... Made me a father," He whispered, not knowing how to express exactly how much he'd longed for this gift.

"I love you so much."

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It didn't last very long, but for a brief moment she could feel what King had been talking about - that third presence. It wasn't much, but she could feel it. Them. Their baby.

She was so happy and content as King held her in his arms. Feeling any better than this was going to be tough to beat, but if she had to say any other moment would surpass this one it would be when their baby is born.

As her magic began to fade, she listened to King's words with a smile. She desperately wanted to reach back out to it but there was no way to keep her grasp on it. And when the magic left, her energy followed.

"So amazing..." Meschella mumbled with a contented sigh. Her entire body relaxed in his hold as she began to fall asleep without much control.

This wasn't the first time it had happened, it happened dozens of times when she trained herself on using her ability but it had been a long time since she'd used it so much that she was out of practice. Perhaps she should train herself again, as cautiously as possible of course being that she needed to make sure her baby was okay while she used it. But she wanted to be able to check on her baby's needs during the pregnancy, and even after the baby is born. Through this, her and King could have a stronger bond with their child.

Either way, she knew in her heart that King was going to be the best father, with the help of their abilities or not.

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King took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves knowing that Meschella had simply worn herself out. He'd done it himself many times before. Hadn't he? Yes. And he'd seen her do it too. She was sleeping so peacefully in his arms, he dared not move. Instead, he carefully placed his hands on her tiny belly once more and he began to sing as softly as he could.

It was a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. He remembered her face so clearly, it was as if she had been there just moments ago. King hoped he could be a far better father than either of his so-called fathers had been. He wanted to be a dad, not merely a father.

As he gazed at Meschella's sleeping face, he wondered if their baby would be Asgardian or Jotun...or a bit of both, and he worried about the pregnancy. Would she have any difficulty carrying his child? He would go to the end of the universe to make sure she was safe.

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Though she hadn't been asleep for very long yet, King's voice carried over into Meschella's subconscious and she felt so incredibly peaceful as she rested. She was warm and cozy in his arms, which allowed her to get at least a couple of more hours to recover.

By the time she woke again, it was almost noon. Her eyes blinked open slowly and she felt a little confused as she stifled a yawn. She could have sworn that she'd just been talking to King.

"Hmm...? Did I fall asleep again?"

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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Instinctively, Iolas' arms shot out to hold onto the person who had steadied him. His heart was hammering in his chest, having never experienced this kind of situation before during a realm transfer. He almost always ended up at a realm gate or some sort of designated teleportation circle, but never like this.

The prince opened his mouth to say something snarky but as soon as his eyes focused on his savior's face, the words died in his throat. They met blue skin, with some incredibly beautiful raised markings, deep red eyes and a handsome smile. He was so entranced by the man's gaze, Iolas didn't quite process what he'd said until he was let go.

He'd been called many things by a variety of different people, it was what he was used to-- empty praises that meant nothing to him, it was all for the sake of politics and status. But to hear it from a complete stranger and like this… it somehow felt… genuine? Iolas felt his cheeks warm and he covered his face with his arm for a brief moment, clearing his throat. "I'm fine." 

Good manners did not seem to matter to him at the moment because instead of thanking him, the prince glanced around at his surroundings. He was mindful not to let his guard down too much as he didn't know what kind of person this stranger was, but he needed to know where they were. The area was completely foreign to him and that made him feel anxious. This did not look at all like Vanaheim…

Fixing his attention back to the concerned individual in front of him, Iolas asked as casually as possible, "Which part of Vanaheim is this?"

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Detour for Love

The wedding was beautiful. King and Meschella were clearly soulmates, and Frost was thrilled for them both. He tried to enjoy the festivities without thinking about his own loneliness, but it was quite difficult, especially since most of his brothers were happily attached. It was even more difficult not to blame his abnormal appearance for his lack of a love life. April always told him that he was handsome- that she loved the way he looked- but Frost already knew that was because she loved Loki. He wondered if she would have fallen for him if he had been permanently Jotun.

As he stepped outside Meschella's coffee shop for some fresh air and a little distance from the couples who were dancing, he saw his reflection in the window panes. His brothers had all worn tuxedos since they were all groomsmen, but Loki had asked him to wear the traditional Jotun dress armor. At the moment, Frost was thankful that he had. It was very warm in the reception area, and he couldn't take heat well. The armor helped because it was quite skimpy- just a furry kilt, leather knee high boots, and leather bracers. He was bare everywhere else aside from the shiny silver and gold baubles and chains that adorned his chest and his hair.

The weather was nice, and Frost stood there for a moment trying to convince himself that even though he was alone, he was still happy. But the moment he looked through the glass doors and saw his brothers holding their lovers close, he knew he was lying to himself. Would he ever find someone?

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"Now remember, Iolas, all eyes will be on you. That means watch your tongue, your manners... Things must go well. If you're to inherit the throne-"

The young elf sighed and cut off his advisor. "Yes, yes, I know… No sarcasm, no eye-rolling and the Norn's forbid I actually show some personality." Though it came out monotonous, his response was dripping with sarcasm. It earned him a scolding look.

The older man stepped up to the prince and reached out to adjust the cloak that was draped over his teal and gold formal outfit. It really complimented the greenish blue hue to his eyes, which stood out against his pale elvish skin and platinum blond hair that most of the royals had. 

Looking Iolas in the eye, he spoke in a firm tone as he smoothed out the luxurious material, "I trust that when the time comes, you'll be able to handle yourself in a mature manner…?" 

Iolas grit his teeth to hold back his annoyance and instead presented the fakest smile he could muster. "Of course."

"Respen, please ready the transfer." The advisor instructed one of the gatekeepers on standby, moving aside for the prince to continue forward.

"Yes, sir!" He beamed, making sure to fix his posture now that eyes were on him.

Iolas then stepped into the marked circle on the floor with a quiet sigh, his chest surged with longing. His days seemed to crawl, the people he was surrounded by on the daily were dull and full of selfish ambition, and he felt trapped. Trapped in a life he did not want anymore. 

After Respen mumbled a few words of the teleportation spell under his breath, the circle lit up a bright purple and the magic began to take effect.

Just before Iolas disappeared, he thought, "I wish for something more." 

When Iolas' body materialized at his destination and he opened his eyes, the elven prince stumbled backward in surprise as he realized someone was standing directly in front of him.

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[mischievousreverie]

Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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[mischievousreverie]

Meschella was just as nervous as King was as she felt his hands settle onto her stomach. She watched him work his magic, seeing that cute crinkle on his forehead that always appeared when he was trying to concentrate.

He was quite for several moments and the more seconds that ticked by, the more concerned she became. What if it was a false alarm? What if they had been wr-

King's sudden exclamation made her eyes dart from his hands to his face, then back to his hands again. "A heartbeat...?" Her words came out in a whisper.

The moment she heard him refer to the heartbeat as their baby, her whole life changed. Had she not just used up most of her ability's juice, both of their emotions would have been swirling around them in a dizzying dance.

But as soon as he kissed her, she couldn't help it. Any ounce of magic she had left in her was used to push out her emotions and let his in. It wouldn't last very long, but it would be enough.

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King felt Meschella as she used her ability to connect with him, and though he wanted to tell her to stop and rest, he could not bring himself to put an end to the moment. Tears ran down his face as he realized just how happy they both were, and when he reached out just a bit further with his magic, it was no longer the two of them, but three of them in that place.

Pulling Meschella into his arms, King held her as close as he could and closed his eyes. He wanted to remember every detail of that moment. The way his sweet soul mate felt in his arms, her scent, her heartbeat against his chest, and the sound of her voice. He could only remember feeling this grateful twice in his life- once, when Meschella had agreed to become his wife... And once before when he had found her safe after rescuing her in New York.

But this... This was something he never imagined he would ever feel.

"I'm going to be a dad. You've... Made me a father," He whispered, not knowing how to express exactly how much he'd longed for this gift.

"I love you so much."

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It didn't last very long, but for a brief moment she could feel what King had been talking about - that third presence. It wasn't much, but she could feel it. Them. Their baby.

She was so happy and content as King held her in his arms. Feeling any better than this was going to be tough to beat, but if she had to say any other moment would surpass this one it would be when their baby is born.

As her magic began to fade, she listened to King's words with a smile. She desperately wanted to reach back out to it but there was no way to keep her grasp on it. And when the magic left, her energy followed.

"So amazing..." Meschella mumbled with a contented sigh. Her entire body relaxed in his hold as she began to fall asleep without much control.

This wasn't the first time it had happened, it happened dozens of times when she trained herself on using her ability but it had been a long time since she'd used it so much that she was out of practice. Perhaps she should train herself again, as cautiously as possible of course being that she needed to make sure her baby was okay while she used it. But she wanted to be able to check on her baby's needs during the pregnancy, and even after the baby is born. Through this, her and King could have a stronger bond with their child.

Either way, she knew in her heart that King was going to be the best father, with the help of their abilities or not.

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Can you do a Loki texts where he text the reader that he has already bought a fuck ton of baby clothes or something like that? I just love excited dad loki

While You Were Sleeping

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OMG @mischievousreverie @tinaferraldo

Imagine King and the prince going to buy baby shoes 😍😍😍😍 I'm DYING of cute 😭

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YES, I can totally see it 🤣

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Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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[mischievousreverie]

Meschella was just as nervous as King was as she felt his hands settle onto her stomach. She watched him work his magic, seeing that cute crinkle on his forehead that always appeared when he was trying to concentrate.

He was quite for several moments and the more seconds that ticked by, the more concerned she became. What if it was a false alarm? What if they had been wr-

King's sudden exclamation made her eyes dart from his hands to his face, then back to his hands again. "A heartbeat...?" Her words came out in a whisper.

The moment she heard him refer to the heartbeat as their baby, her whole life changed. Had she not just used up most of her ability's juice, both of their emotions would have been swirling around them in a dizzying dance.

But as soon as he kissed her, she couldn't help it. Any ounce of magic she had left in her was used to push out her emotions and let his in. It wouldn't last very long, but it would be enough.

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[mischievousreverie]

Memories...

Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.

Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...

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[mischievousreverie]

Meschella knew as soon as King questioned her that he wasn't accusing her of hiding anything from him, she knew he was only worrying as he always did and it tended to make him overthink. 

"I just mean that I felt a little funny for a few moments. I probably just used my ability slightly longer than I should have, is all. You know I'm still not one hundred percent adjusted to my old self so I can't use it as much as I'm used to yet." She reassured him, giving his upper arm a light squeeze as he held onto her and placed a kiss to her cheek.

"As much as I'd love to stay in bed with you all day, I think we should probably get up. Should we head in a new direction and explore or would you prefer to stay near the cabin?" 

Meschella couldn't help but feel a little excited when they took trips outside. She loved the wintry environment so much and they'd made beautiful discoveries that she'd remember forever.

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King was still wrinkling his forehead and looking at Meschella with concern. He wondered whether she had noticed the odd shift in their shared connection, or if it had been his imagination.

"We can go explore if you feel up to it, my love. I'm just -- did you feel anything different about our connection? I mean, it was wonderful as always, but I--I almost felt as if there was someone else there with us. Just watching."

King didn't want to scare Meschella, but he didn't want to be reckless either. If there had been someone else present, they didn't seem malicious. They were just curious.

Was he losing it? He'd been so focused on keeping her safe that he wondered if he was being paranoid.

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Meschella listened to King's concern and thought for a moment. "If I'm being quite honest, this time was a bit more draining than usual... which is strange because that only happens when I take either take on too much of an elevated emotion or if I use my ability on more than one person."

She barely got through the last of her sentence before a yawn escaped. "That or maybe I just used it too soon after waking up." Meschella giggled, showing him a lazy grin. "We did use up quite a bit of energy last night because somebody refused to focus their attention on sleeping."

Trying to lighten up the mood a bit and distract him from overthinking things, she attempted to tease him. Meschella hated seeing her love worry so much, especially when this whole trip and choosing to extend their stay was supposed to ease them.

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King smiled fondly thinking of their sleepless night together. They'd had a lot of them lately, and he wouldn't trade those intimate moments with Meschella for anything.

Then, something Meschella said echoed back in his mind.

...if I use my ability on more than one person...

"What if -- what if you are using your ability on more than one person?" King asked, a slow smile spreading across his face. "And what if I am sensing someone else?"

King reached out to tenderly touch Meschella's stomach, hoping she would understand what he meant. He silently begged the universe to please let him be right about this. He was trying his best not to get his hopes up, but suddenly all he wanted was this.

His mind was full of images of his beautiful wife growing round with his child, of listening to his baby's heartbeat, of sharing memories with them and being a family. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at Meschella and wondered what she might think.

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Meschella was celebrating a small victory inside of her head seeing King smiling at her words, when suddenly he began to speak. His words confused her at first, as they were the only ones there. There wasn't anyone around for miles.

Feeling his touch on her stomach seemed to click everything into place. Her gaze dropped down as she processed what he was implying.

Pregnant?

"Oh." Was all Meschella could say as she struggled to form a proper reply. It wasn't a bad 'oh', it was more of a shocked one. Truthfully, she had thought about starting a family back when they were in Asgard before their separation and they had definitely talked about it, but she hadn't thought about it much recently with how fast everything had moved along once they reunited. Especially after everything that happened, they hadn't been able to properly discuss that next step. Did he even still want children?

As soon as she looked up and into King's eyes, her heart squeezed with a mixture of fear and joy. No, there was no way he would be looking at her like that if he didn't.

"Do- Do you really think so...? Could I be...?"

She desperately wanted to check, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to use her ability again so soon.

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King could see that Meschella was as desperate as he was to know if she really was carrying his child. He could also see a hint of fear in her eyes, and he wasn't sure if it was fear of the unknown or if she was scared of his reaction. So he pulled her into his arms and did his very best to let her know that he wanted this.

"I don't know, but I hope so. Meschella, I have wanted this for as long as I've known you. To be honest, I wanted this when we first met. I knew even then that I wanted to make you my wife, and I wanted you to be the mother of my children. Nothing could make me happier, my love."

King kissed her forehead and thought for a moment. If they could both sense something different in Meschella's memory, then perhaps the baby possessed their gifts...and perhaps he could connect with the baby even if Meschella was too drained to do so at the moment?

"I wonder...if I could reach out and... Maybe, if the baby has our gifts, we could connect," he said, silently praying he wasn't just imagining the whole thing.

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Meschella wrapped her arms around him, relaxing in his arms. Hearing King's words helped in reassuring her that if she was in fact pregnant, that it was a very good thing.

She enjoyed the silence as they both thought things over. Dang! Meschella really wished she hadn't just overdone using her ability right at this moment. But perhaps King could sense if it were true with his own.

"I think it would be worth a try." She agreed, nodding her head. "And if not, that's okay too. Once I relax enough, I could try to see if I feel them. Now that I'm aware of the possibility, I can focus on it."

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