Can a God, truly be redeemed?

Chapter 40

Morning came too soon for the blissful couple, as you and Loki began readying for your trip to Asgard. Loki assured you that you needn't pack for anything as every imaginable amenity would be provided. You insisted on bringing at least one pair of jeans and a t-shirt as you definitely wouldn't like being stuck in dresses all the time, though Loki promised he would help you learn to love them, with his little wink. The smug bastard, you laughed to yourself.

"Are you ready, dear wife? I know my mother is most eager to see you, and check on her grandchild." Loki smiled as he rubbed your soft belly that had the smallest of bumps now. You knew this was going to become a common trait of his soon now knowing you were pregnant. Loving the thought of his caring, gentle touches, and his fierce protectiveness made you very swoony. Must be the hormones, you think to yourself.

"Yea, I am, especially since you insist I don't need to take anything. You better keep my jeans and shirt in your pocket dimension, mister! Don't be suddenly "misplacing them" like you seem to do with my panties."

"I would never!" he laughs, pretending to be insulted at the insinuation of such a thing.

At that moment, a furious pounding begins on Loki's door. You both laugh as there would only ever be one person that knocks that hard and loud no matter his mood.

"Come in, you oaf, before you burst through the door itself!" Loki shouts.

Thor throws open the door, a huge smile gracing his shining face.

"Good 'morrow sister, and brother! I hope you had a joyous wedding night! Let us make our way to Asgard, I'm very excited to begin our own traditional festivities! I have even invited Jane to come to the ceremonies, which she said she will do her best to be available! How are you and my niece or nephew doing this morning, sister?" Thor rambles on quickly, always joyous so early in the morning.

" We are both well this morning, Thor, thank you. At least your eagerness makes one of us. I'm not quite excited to be meeting your father. Especially under these circumstances." You quietly admit to him, and to Loki beside you.

"You have nothing to fear dearest. You are first and foremost now my wife. Whatever Odin deems worthy or not matters not to me. Besides, Mother already loves you and is most excited that you helped me become the man she knew I could be. You carry not only my precious unborn heir, but a royal member of the family. You ARE officially now my wife, and my princess, Asgardian ceremony or not." Loki pulls you into his side, rubbing your back trying to soothe away your worries with his words. He would NEVER let his father make you feel anything less than the perfection you were, not like how he made Loki, himself, feel his whole life.

"My brother is absolutely right, sister. You not only have Loki, but myself and Mother with you as well. Father may be many things, especially misguided at times in his stubbornness but he would never turn his back on his entire family out of pride. I know he will be most grateful to you for saving Loki from the darkness, helping him find his redemption and light once more. You also carry his grandchild, which I'm sure he would never sully that happiness for my mother either." Thor nods as he clasps your shoulder in his hand and gives you a light squeeze in reassurance.

"Well I hope you both are right, because if the man pisses me off, I can't promise to keep my mouth shut. King or not there are A LOT of things I'd like to say to that man in regards to his own choices, kingly and father wise. None he would be pleased to hear, I can promise you that. After everything he did to my Loki, he's lucky I grant him presence in our lives at all" you announce in an irritated huff, making your way to the door away from them.

Loki's eyes go wide in lust and shock hearing the complete honest, and brutal force behind your words. You meant every single one. Your determined defense for him, regardless of his misgivings of the past shook him to his core. Hearing you call him, your Loki made his cock twitch in his leather trousers at your complete possessiveness of him. Norns, did he love this woman! He should have married you much, much sooner.