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“Why are you doing this, Loki?” Sigyn implored with tears shining in her big eyes.
I love her so much it hurt. I pulled her to me to take what I felt was the last kiss we’d ever share. My concern was correct, but my actions pissed off every god and goddess in Asgard. They were so blinded by Baldr and his light tricks that they didn’t see the truth. He wasn’t the best to take over. Thor would’ve been a better choice if he weren’t a warmongering hot head. At least he was immune to mistletoe like every other regular deity here.
Who the fuck dies for mistletoe?
Pulling back, I stared into her eyes trying to remember every little detail about her. Not her body but her soul because our souls are one.
]“Because I want my family to be safe. Listen to me. Odin wants blood. Please do as I asked. Take the boys and go away from here. They’re battle is with me.”
Her tears broke my heart. I never want to part from her or the family we’ve built but they won’t be there if Baldr took over and ruined everything. They may hate my delivery, but I showed them how easy it was to defeat their beloved. Of course, they’d blame the giantess refusing to cry for him on me. That bitch was an ex and knew what was at stake. I can’t be mad at my daughter’s terms because she’s my daughter and she wasn’t going to make it easy for Odin to get his son back.
I needed to hide out for a bit, but I couldn’t do that knowing my family was left behind to take the punishment.
“I don’t want to be apart,” she cried. “I’d rather die with you than live without you, my love.”
I told her closer while trying to control the tears she’s started in me. “And I’d rather you see the boys grow. You’ll be happy watching them become men. Not even death can make me stop loving you.”
Her body shook as I squeezed her harder. I wanted to hold her forever.
“We can run with you! Still be with you!”
“My powers are different. I can shift. You and the boys can’t. It’ll be hard to shield you. Please!”
My pleads were falling on death ears. Sigyn’s devotion was like no other even when her life was at stake.
“Okay,” she finally agreed.
“Boys!” They came running in, happy to be playing.
Bending, I pull both of them into big hugs and kiss their heads. “I love you both so much, but I must go for a while.” They nod and hug me tight with their little bodies.
After I inhaled their scent, I went back to Sigyn for one more kiss. Then, I flew off not knowing that’d be the last time I’d see them not in danger.
I pop up in bed. It’s been a long time since the memories pretending to be dreams stopped. I forgot how vividly I lived each and every one of them. Even the good ones hurt because my wife was still missing. Now, I can see her when I want. I move to her bed and smile when I find her sleeping peacefully. I touch her back and she sighs happily, rolls over to me, and snuggles against my chest without waking.
My body relaxes instantly. It feels so good to hold her again, especially knowing that we’re rebuilding our family. Timing. That’s another human thing. If she were a goddess, we would’ve moved on long ago knowing everything about each other. Hell, she could just read it from my head. Now, it’s a one-way tether and she cannot hear me unless I’m talking to her.
According to my romantic comedy and drama database, somehow knowing my real name will cause her to flip my shit although she knows Iam isn’t my real name...yeah, I still don’t get it but it’s one of their irrational qualities. Her memories, that’s another thing. Each date I give her back snippets of the happier moments, but I still think it’s best to shield her from the bad. I can feel her peace.
Knowing everything for the last lifetime has no bearing and doesn’t help in modern times. Had I not had the witch remove her memories every time she awakens in a new body, she’d get the download. Who in the hell wants to remember what happened in a loop over a century? At least I’m able to carry the memories and ignore them from time to time until nights like this.
“Make love to me, Iam,” she begs in her sleep as she rubs her naked body against mine.
Uh oh, we’re running out of time.
The longer we go without sex the closer her body gets to going through withdrawal. I want to make sure she loves me before her body is overcome with desire for me. Our love will trigger her transformation. Impatience tightens my chest. I just want my family to be whole again.
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Shyla
The need to pee awakens me and I smile in the dark when I realize Iam is with me. I’m becoming so accustomed to him popping up that I no longer flinch when he does. Careful, not to disturb him, I slide out of bed and go to empty my bladder. Being pregnant takes the need to pee to a whole other level. The dramatic side of me feels its life or death. The moment I’m done washing my hands I find myself back in bed.
I notice I’m smiling at what used to annoy me. “I can walk, you know.”
“This way is faster,” he tells me with a kiss to my temple.
