MagnaAngel

The next day, she awoke, with hope in heart, and listened. But she heard nothing. She sighed and turned over to face Loki sleeping next to her. She was so happy to have him back; she could barley stop herself from reaching out and touching his cheek softly. She ran her fingertips over his skin, letting her feather touch wake him. He moaned softly and then smiled, realising that this is how he would be woken today. “Morning.” she whispered to him, running her fingertips over his lips softly. “Good morning.” he said, opening his sleepy eyes and looking at her. She smiled at his perfect blue eyes, remembering the day

Vara turned back to the three of them, who were laughing at her as she shouted up at Thor for leaving her with someone who old enough to be her last child with Loki. “What are you laughing at?” she said, looking to Eldur and Isa in particular. They gulped hard, seeing their mother’s cuts fluttering. But Loki didn’t miss a beat and he wasn’t afraid. He turned and walked up to her. “How about some honey mead, to calm your fires.” He said, gesturing to the palace. She looked at him and saw that he wasn’t afraid of her. She shrugged and walked off, heading back to the palace. Loki turned to his