Daughter of S.H.I.E.L.D. Transformer Book 3

A Queen Of Asgard

I run down stairs, ahead of Dad and Fandrall. My dress gets caught beneath my feet so I hoist it up slightly to stop myself from tripping.

When I hear voices chatting happily I slow down and steady my breathing. I walk out into the thrown room and see a gathering of many. Through the crowd I can see Loki. He's smiling. He looks up and sees me. People clear a path for me to reach him. I walk to him and he passes Orlando to me, extremely cautiously. He holds his head until I have a confidant hold of him. Loki kisses me on the cheek and wraps an arms around my waist and his other rubs up and down my arm.

I watch Orlando adoringly. I can almost not believe that I am holding my son. It's as if I am dreaming. But just holding him is enough to remind me that this is reality. He sleeps peacefully in my arms. Stirring occasionally, making himself comfortable. I am trying my best not to squeeze him, as I don't want to drop him.

I had almost forgotten that we had company. I glance up and see Dad. He is smiling at me approvingly, whilst trying not to let tears of joy pour over his cheeks.

I see Fandrall beside him. He looks proud and happy. I recognise a few other faces among us. I recognise Frigga and Thor and also Sif. But there are some new face as well. None of them say a word.

I feel slightly awkward. But I begin to ease when Loki whispers in my ear. 'Come for a walk with me.' He leads me out of the crowd and outside the palace.

'Loki I'm not sure I'm ready for this.' I say shakily.

'Ready for what?' he asks

'Ready to be a mother, be your wife, or even a Queen, let alone the Queen of Asgard.' I keep my voice calm to not wake Orlando.

Loki stops and stands infront of me. 'Why do you doubt yourself?' Look at you. Already a wonderful mother, as for my wife or Queen, I can only say what you will be is already laid out for you. You just have to push on. You will do beautifully. And I can ask no more of you. I only want you to do your best.' He kisses me on the forehead and envelopes me and Orlando in his arms.

'But what if my best isn't good enough?'

He chuckles to himself and says 'Your best is always good enough. And you will do it beautifully.' he reassures me strongly. I love how he manages to persuade me so easily. 'You are after all, already a Queen in my eyes.'