I Know I Shouldn't

Part 8

Loki POV

I watched as the Bifrost opened, taking Dreyna away and back to Asgard.

Good lord what a relief!

"So she's finally gone," Amora groaned, crouching behind the sand dunes with me. I'd stayed to make sure Dreyna made it safely, and Amora had appeared to make sure I hadn't gotten myself into trouble. "As much groveling as you did, I was sure you'd mess up and convince her to stay."

"She's too loyal, she would never let Asgard down, not even for her own heart." I disagreed, watching her disappear into the sky. "She wouldn't let her own happiness stand in the way."

"And that is exactly why being good-hearted is overrated." Amora said flatly, standing up. "You know she's with child."

"Yes. I could sense it. Your fertility teas work wonders."

"Thanks. I was starting to worry, though, because it took so long for her to conceive. I was about to just get a funnel and start pouring them down her throat. The entire plan is based on that pregnancy, I wasn't about to let it be spoiled. At least now I don't have to listen to the two of you anymore." She rubs her temples. "It was starting to become nauseating. You didn't have to keep sleeping with her once you knocked her up."

"I know." I smirked. 

But why stop?

She wasn't very far along, just enough where I could sense it on her skin. I figured anyone with any good amount of magic would see she was with child the instant they looked at her, they should be able to sense it. However, they wouldn't know who it belonged too, that was one relief.

I figured she wouldn't find out for a few more weeks, and when she did, she would panic. She would call for me, frightened for the safety of her child. Of course I would go to Asgard, I would go to her.

I would have my way back into my family through that child.

Mother would never let go once she realized I was the father, she would sink her claws into that child and Dreyna would never be able to leave Asgard. And, as any gentlemen would do, I would have to marry her, making her a princess.

And eventually, a queen.

Of course, Thor and Odin would immediately try to seize me upon arrival, but that was fine. I'd say I'd only come for my child, my family, and that I would be in its life and raise it properly. I'm sure I'd be imprisoned again, but, well.... Dreyna never did take the other half of her sword back.

I knew how to free myself now.

I knew she would be in no danger in those cells, and I knew that child wouldn't be either. I didn't care about its gender, just its existence. As long as she carried my offspring, Dreyna would be untouchable by any and everyone. She was now royalty, in two different realms.

Mother would force everyone to conform, to release me, and I'd swear that my love for Dreyna and the thought of having my own family had changed me. I'm sure I'd have to create some kind of mischief, some random act of selflessness where I risk my own life to protect that of my future wife and child's.

Amora could help me with that.

A few berserkers would be a nice touch, come to slay the king or something,

My plan was flowing well.

As long as Dreyna didn't miscarry that child, and as long as Mother was truly as loving as Dreyna assured me she was, everything would go well. I would weasel my way back into Asgard as if I'd never left. My child would be born, I might have a few more just for kicks, and eventually... well, with patience.... Thor would be gone, and Asgard would be  mine.