Tom Hiddleston Fics

My Love: Part 3

Summary: You dreaded this day and you hated breaking his heart, but it was the only way. A prophecy had decided your fates long before they became intertwined. You could only hope that your gift would give him purpose and another reason to love.
Warnings: Mentions of death, sadness, fluff. Don't worry, there is a happy ending.
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He paced the floor, hands behind his back, chewing his lip, and lost in both thoughts of the past and present. They had only been married for a year, it was too soon. Surely there was something the Asgardian healers could do something, with all of the skills they possessed there would be a cure. He couldn't lose you - he wasn't ready. He simply needed to be patient but it was so hard.

A smile tugs on the corners of his mouth as he remembers the first day he met you. It was a beautiful sunny day and he had just finished sparring with some poor servant. He was on his way back from the training grounds when he was stopped by the most beautiful sound he had heard. Following the song, he found you in the garden. Loki listened, completely entranced by her beauty. There was something more than just your song and outward beauty that drew him to you. It was as if he knew you - as if he had known you all his life. When you finally realized he was there, you had been a blushing mess. He smiled and took you in his arms, swaying around the garden in perfect sync. The world faded away and it was just the two of you.

Loki is brought out of his reverie by someone clearing their throat. He looks up and sees Thor, a sympathetic expression. The raven-haired prince was too tired and worried to be annoyed with his brother. He didn't need sympathy, he needed his wife.
Thor, who was usually never to be lost for words, couldn't think of one word that Loki hadn't heard before. The recently crowned king stands beside his brother, placing a large hand on Loki's shoulder and clears his throat.

"The sun will shine on us again, Brother. One way or another, it has and it will. I…” he sighs, “the only promise I can make is that we will scour the Nine Realms until we find a cure for her. She will be well again." Thor smiles lightly as he continues, "And soon enough, your wife will be up chasing after you and your new bundle of trouble."

A ghost of a smile passes over Loki's lips. "Thank you, Brother. Nothing will be the same without her if..." his voice cracks.

"No, it won't. Y/N is the heart and soul of the kingdom, everyone will miss her, including me. She was a sister to me and pushed me to better. I will do everything I can but right now, your daughter needs you. You have not seen her since she was born."
Loki looks at Thor, his eyes wide.

“I can’t...I know nothing of infants. None of them like me. I still haven’t held her. I am afraid I will break her.”

“You will have to hold her at some point. I will not let my brother be estranged from his beautiful baby girl. I am king, Loki, do not make me decree it.”
Loki sighs and slumps his shoulders in defeat. His usual confidence was totally broken. He knew Thor was right. He nods and his brother smiles and follows him in to see the baby. Their room was strangely quiet, lit by a fire and a few candles scattered throughout the room. The only noise was the clatter of the men’s footfalls on the tiled floor. When they approached the crib, Loki let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. His heart thunders in his chest and he is sure the entire kingdom can hear it. As he finally works up the courage to look in the crib, his breath catches. The little girl, which he had only seen once since she was born, looked so much like Y/N. A slight smile crosses his face as he studies her features. He swallows hard and his hands flex wanting to hold her but he is too afraid she will disappear as well. Shaking his head, Loki backs away.

“I-I cannot...I must see to my wife.”

Thor sighs and steps closer to the crib, smiling at his new niece. “Hello, little one. We will do what we can for your Mother, I promise.”

One of the nurses picks the baby up and gently places her into Thor’s arms, who looks awkward holding the tiny bundle. After the nurse shows him the correct way, the king grins and coos at his niece.

Loki takes a deep breath and pushes the noises of his brother out so he can focus on Y/N. You look so weak and pale, your eyes are sunken in and barely open, your breath rattling in your chest. He takes your hand in his, frowning as he notices how cold it is. He has tried everything he could think of, including his own magic but nothing worked and he didn’t understand why. Lost in his thoughts, Loki barely heard you trying to talk.

“Are you alright, love?” You ask weakly.

He gives you a watery smile. “I will be as soon as you are up and filling the palace with song and dance again,” Loki notices you don’t smile when he says that and frowns. “Love?”

You take a deep breath which causes you to cough, your whole body shaking. When you finally collect yourself, you take both of his hands weakly in your own.

“I have something I need to say...and I know you won’t like it but I need you to let me finish before you say anything.” Loki nods uncertainly and you continue, “I - was born only for one purpose…” You pause, unable to look at him. “to bring a baby into the world who would do great things when they are older. He or she would reunite the realms and bring peace to all. They will be a great leader, Loki.”
Another coughing fit racks your body and your husband hands you a goblet while looking bewildered and confused. After taking a sip, you sink further into the pillows before beginning again.

So many emotions flood Loki’s mind. Each one creating a different expression on his face. He looks back at you, tears beginning to fall down his pale cheeks.

“Y-you married me even though…? Why didn’t you tell me?” His eyes flash with understanding. “That is why nothing we try helps..."

You nod slowly. “Because I didn’t know how you would react. I was afraid you would close yourself off from me or even worse, never love me. You needed love, Loki. And you let me in and I couldn’t bear to see it all fade if you knew the truth. I love you and I always will.”

Loki chokes back a sob and lays his head gently against your bosom.

“Promise me one thing, my prince. Promise me that you will love our little girl. Teach her your ways - for me?”

The raven-haired prince nods, his reply muffled. “I will, love. I will…”

You smile softly and run your fingers through his dark mane. “I love you, my darling Loki…” you whisper as you take your last breath.

After a beautiful burial ceremony, Loki hesitantly walks into the nursery where one of the maids is preparing the new princess for bed. He dismisses her and looks at his daughter before carefully picking her up. He shakes his head and places her back in the crib. The little girl immediately begins to fuss. After a minute of not being able to stop the crying, Loki picks her up again, and using his Aesir, he creates an illusion of tiny animals frolicking together. The scene distracts the baby from her fussing and she watches in awe. Loki beams and begins rocking her gently, letting the illusion continue for a few more minutes before disappearing. He smiles at her lovingly.

“How much you look like your mother. Shall I tell you about her?” The baby makes a sound like she agrees and Loki sits down to tell her their story.
Thor, who had been peeking into the room, smiles at his brother and niece before softly closing the door behind him. He looks up at the ceiling, tears forming.

“Thank you for your gift, Sister. They will be all right. We will be a family…”

At the end of his story, Loki looks thoughtfully at the little bundle in his arms, something dawning on him.

“With everything that happened, we forgot to give you a name.” He thinks for a moment then smiles. “I will name you Elin. Do you like that?"

Elin smiles and coos, wiggling happily.

Loki chuckles and holds her up. “Elin Lokisdottir, Princess of Asgard and Jotenheim!”