Affection 2

Part 7

Luna and Loki’s life with Solene only got brighter. The little tyke was energetic just like her mother which made her a big ball of light for her new parents.

She had jet black wavy hair, –the color courtesy of both of her parent’s dark hair and the waviness courtesy of her mother’s African- American ethnicity- her mother’s nose, her father’s mischievous smile and sense of humor, –loving it when Loki did any mild prank on Luna- and her mother’s sweet warm and affectionate personality; always cuddling up with her parents whenever they held her. But, beside all of that, Luna was having trouble with a conflicting problem internally.

Loki could sense Luna was tense whenever she was around with the empathy link he placed on her –it was soon letting her feel when Loki was feeling anything and it made the relationship even better- and sat down on the floor with her while she was playing with Solene and her toys.

“What is it, darling?” He asked, putting a gentle hand on hers.

Luna sighed heavily and shook her head. “No, Loki. It’s nothing.” She turned to him with a smile. “Trust me.” But Loki wasn’t buying any of it.

“Luna…” He warned her, as a parent would do like a child.

She bit her lip as she stopped playing with Solene and turned to her attention to her husband.

Loki looked all over her hesitant face. “You won’t like it,” she said.

“Honey, please tell me.”

Luna closed her eyes and just blurted it out. “IwanttogotoAsgardsowecanletyourfatherseeSolene.” She coughed as she caught her breath, while Loki sat wide-eyed.

And then he did the most unexpected thing; he just laughed…and laughed and laughed.

Loki was just laughing really hard; however, Luna wasn’t finding it funny at all.

She waited until he was done, practically wiping the tears from his eyes. “What the hell was that about, Loki?” Luna queried, irritated.

“Luna, of course I’m going to say no! Why would you ask such a silly question like that?”

“Because I think Solene deserves to know who her grandfather is.”

Loki’s face went from humorous to stone-cold in a matter of seconds. “That man is not my father.” His voice stung with hate.

“Yes, he is, Loki. You need to accept that and move on.”

“He is not my father and never will be, Luna. Odin should be ashamed for what he did.” Loki’s voice started to rise.

Luna didn’t want to have an argument with Loki –he could be intimidating quite frankly- but it needed to be addressed after all these years.

Her voice rose as well. “You can’t deprive our daughter from a relationship with him!”

“Luna!” Loki shot up from the floor in anger which made the baby cry.

Luna scoffed as she picked up their daughter. “Look at what you did.”

The baby calmed down slightly as Luna sat down on the couch, cooing softly and singing to the baby, rocking her back and forth.

Loki ran his hand through his hair as he sighed and sat down next to Luna. He hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder; Luna shrugged it off while cradling Solene’s small head.

“Luna…” Loki pleaded.

“What?” She hissed.

“You know I can’t do that. I hate that man.” His voice was as soft as possible.