Paris's POV
I walked into the room quietly, the young boy staring up at me. "Hello." He said quietly. I smiled and greeted him in return. "My name is Paris. And this is my fiance Loki." I said. His eyes lit up instantly. "Just like the god?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded, delighted by the boys excitement. Loki smiled and asked "What is your name?" The boy looked at him and said "Eric." I knelt down in front of him. "Eric. Did you know that is a Norse name?" I said. Eric's eyes lit up even more if that was even possible. "It is?" He asked. I nodded. "It means 'king forever'. And it suits you." I said, smiling softly. Eric smiled also. "And who might this be?" Loki said, holding the baby in his arms. The baby looked at him and smiled, placing their hand on his nose. "She was never named. She was dropped off last night." Eric said. The perfect name came to mind. "Aria."
