A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Never That Simple - Add On to He's Not Mine

"Saemneir is all tucked in, he asked for a total of three stories in the end."

She looked up with a smile, laughing a little as Loki had to duck through the short doorway that lead to her small servant room.

It was a small blessing in disguise that servants were still given their own rooms in the palace, as opposed to being forced to share one big living area, the head maid had been even kinder to give her a bigger space so Saemneir wasn't too cramped in.

"That sounds like him, he's a total book nerd."

"It doesn't help that both his parents are, I suppose."

Although she nodded in agreement, Loki took note of the sudden shift in the air, what had once been light had suddenly felt heavy and overbearing.

"We need to talk about that, don't we?" He asked quietly, to which she silently nodded in response.

"I think we've put it off for long enough."

"So we couldn't just try brushing past it and pretending it never happened?" He joked lightly, averting his gaze from her.

"Life is never that easy, especially not when you've missed almost four years of your son's life."

He winced a little at how hard that truth hit him, he hadn't been trying to ignore the fact because avoiding it was too hard, but he'd wanted to try and lessen the blow at least a little.

"I know and I can't express how deeply sorry I am about that."

"Right now I feel like expressing it wouldn't be good enough."

"Of course not, I'll spoil him rotten too, spoil both of you beyond your wildest dreams."

"It's not that easy, Loki," she sighed, running a hand through her already dishevelled hair. "It isn't as if you can just decide to be part of his life and boom, everything would be perfect and apple pie just because you buy him that toy he's always wanted."

Loki stared at her silently, finally hearing the things he'd been thinking spoken out loud by someone else hit that much harder.

"I know I sound really harsh right now, but you essentially ditched us and that isn't a thing I think I can just get over," she continued with a frown.

"Of course not, I wouldn't expect you too," Loki nodded solemnly, "but it's something I can build up to, isn't it?"

"Knowing you? You'll find a way, you're nothing if persistent."

Loki chuckled and grinned with a shrug, she couldn't stop herself from smiling in return before looking down and shaking her head.

"I hate how easily you lift the mood."

He smirked in triumph, making his way over to sit beside her.

She leant over and rested her head on his shoulder as his arm snaked around her waist, his fingers playing with a loose thread on the side of her dress.

"I made you smile, does this mean I'm forgiven?"

She laughed and closed her eyes, "Not by a long shot."