Fate

1

You were celebrating Skyer's and Aurora's birthday though not being quite a fan of the constant hounding in becoming queen. You presented a smile still fluttering your crystal quarts wings occasionally. Sipping on your wine, you were glad this grand event was coming to an end for you were hoping for a more private manner for such thing, but Gara was always one for more erratic situations. Your emotions become true at the sight of your boys playing around children their own age guessing they needed this more than you think for they usually only having themselves. You've honestly been thinking about giving them a public education, but Miss Delilah was the best private teacher they could ever receive in reality. As you contemplate, you feel a set of orange scaled arms wrap around you nuzzling through back of your head. You know he was only doing this though for the audience wanting to make it clear you were is. Well, that's how you seem in his mind anyways.

" I see the boys are fitting in quite nicely, and everyone adores them. Imagine if you lived here with me. I would make sure they would be treated as if they were my own love~."

He purs at the end of his sentence, and you try to not seem annoyed. You were tired of this pressure as you already have enough of it at home for you finally were taking on your father's position. You can't help but to form a resentment towards him for you know what you truly were to him: a baby making craft of his. Though... you find yourself sighing know he had to love you for him to give up his life in order to give you what he loved so much. You don't realize that you done it a bit too loudly catching the dragonoid's attention.

" What's wrong my dear?"

" Nothing. Just.. thinking of my father."

" I understand the feeling. I miss mine as well."

You just nod having not told anyone about what you've learn about yourself for it hurt too much to discuss. His kisses you lightly on the cheek as you're able to feel his teeth graze your skin. As he smothers you, you take a large gulp of your drink as you force yourself to ignore the urge to drink the whole bottle.

.....

You held Skyer as he bared the same eyes and hair as your own finally finding a beauty to it. You were currently rocking him as your eyes shifted to your desk were laid your flower pots. Their stems were abnormally tall and thick impressing and fooling whoever steps foot in here. You still continue to hold your breath everytime it's your grandfather or uncle, but so far, you're still in the clear. They were currently four months you still reluctant to take them, but you have a feeling you won't be able to give the five away if you tried. You scolded yourself at how you form attachments so easily, but you guess your motherly nature takes over like it has a mind of its own. Skyer's giggling brings you back to him which you respond by pure happiness, and as you were about to start singing again, there was a knock at the door.

" May I come in?"

You of course allowed Loki to walk in your eyes landing on the two presents at hand.

" I do say I'm sorry I did not attend the party, but I really had... Well, look at that! Your green thumb is impressing me Y/n."

Once again, you're filled with an inner anxiety as he comes closer, and you were quick to stand hoping to distract him in some ways.

" It really is my magic. Please sit down."

You motioned him to the bed, and he patiently waits for you to lay down Skyer. Once it was just you two, he hands over the gifts, and you, of course, open them to find a child's book along with a pleasant dress. You thanks him greatly putting them to the side as he gently grabs one of your hands.

" I plan on being around more often. I believe Atlas is feeling.. neglected."

He brings your hand to his lips gently kissing each nuckle. You try not to frown at his words knowing it was the truth, but you understood how much work he did on his father's behalf along with Thor. He presses his flowing hair against your own for a second before joining in intimacy. It only last for a second as his expression becomes serious.