Darkness Vanquished (A Loki Love Story) Book 3 in Darkness Series

Adoration

Something in knowing that she is the mother of my child only made my fierce affections for her climb even higher. And she never faltered in reaching for me, begging so very powerfully for me to take her. Her mind-blowing love shrouded out all around me, sending for our most enrapturing moment to completely consume my entire being. I found myself wishing like hel that our night would never end, that I could go on for the rest of eternity burying myself into the haven of her perfected chamber. But as the birthing streams of the dawn's first light seeped into our windows, we were forced to finally pull away; knowing that our daughter would be anxiously awaiting our return. And it was with much delightful amusement that my angel and I both found ourselves practically running to get to her once more.

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Now that Livianah is a little over two months old, Dr. Lomberan has stated that it is quite safe for us to travel to Asgard. Christine and I were both so happy to know this, for we know that my Father does not have much longer before his passing. I made sure to convene with Adrielle and Thor before planning for our departure, confirming that there had still been no further threats of war from the Fire Demons. And upon hearing that we were in the clear in that area as well, Christine and I came to the conclusion that it was safe to make the trip. And so, with much excitement, we have already made plans to leave early in the morning.
Link had asked if we would prefer for him to tag along, but Christine kindly stated that she would rather him stay behind and watch over the kingdom in our absence. He willingly agreed to this before also stating that he would keep a close eye on Daegan. For I have honestly not had the time, nor the desire to waste my efforts on dealing with him or his state of execution yet. I know that I am probably procrastinating more than anything. Try as I might, I cannot find it within myself to force the order for his death from out of my mouth, but I know that it must be done. I fear that it is the only way to end, not only his suffering, but mine and Christine's as well. And I will admit that I have not the slightest desire to ever see his face. I do not understand how I have become so forgiving; so willing to let things slide. But Christine proudly states that it is only because I have continued to change and learned to become the better man in all situations. The only decision that I have made thus far is that, when the inevitable time for his execution DOES come, Link will be the one to deliver his sentence and send him to the gallows. I will never lay eyes upon his mutinous face again, nor will my Queen. Ultimately, and unfortunately, we will all be better off without ever having to see the traitor for the rest of our lives.

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The autumn sun is setting just over the ocean as my beloved is bathing Livianah just before her bedtime. I linger in the doorway of our bathing chambers, watching in loving awe as she rinses our daughter's porcelain skin with the warm water, singing a heavenly tune as she smiles down at our little miracle. She has one arm tightly wound around her infant form so as to keep her in a sitting position without sliding down onto her back.

"And I'll be alright. As long as I have you to hold at night," her angelic voice flows out from between her ruby lips, sending for me to only somehow fall more in love with her. As she finishes her melody, she glances over in my direction, shooting me a breath taking look of cherishing emotion.

"You are so beautiful," I am forced to say. Because it is true....absolutely and unbelievably true in every way....

She giggles through her rose shaded blush before reaching for our daughter. She lifts her up from out of the bubbly water.

"Are you excited about seeing your Grandfather tomorrow, little one?" she asks her in a sweet and tender voice. I chuckle upon witnessing the infant's eyes widen a fraction upon hearing her Mother's blissful tone. I love to see the expression that she offers upon hearing mine or my angel's voice. She reacts to it instantly each and every time. It is purely magical and so wonderful to see that she already yearns for us so.

I continue to observe in true happiness as my beloved wraps our child up in a fluffy, lavender colored towel before gently patting her dry. Livianah coos and murmurs, reaching her tiny fingers up to touch my Queen's face whilst being dressed in her nightgown.

I follow behind the two of them as we make our way into the nursery. Christine lays her down before leaning over to kiss her forehead, as do I. Then, we disappear back into our own room. But as soon as we do, I fling myself forward and scoop my wife up in my arms. She giggles loudly, but covers her mouth.

"We can't hinder her rest, my love!" She objects playfully. But the gleam in her eyes tells me that she is more than willing to go along with what she knows I am already planning to do.

"And we will need our own rest for our trip tomorrow," she goes on to say before her lips are already eagerly moving closer to my own. I chuckle at her contradicting motions.

"We can rest once we are there," I retaliate, allowing my lips to barely whisper over hers. Oh my gods.....the hold you have on me, Christine......

"I can be quiet if you can," she whispers against my mouth. Her tone is sultry and sinuously seductive. My insides come alive my face lights up in a devilish grin.

"I am not the one that keeps people awake at night, my Queen. That accomplishment lies with you and you alone." She gasps, pulling back a bit from my face. She is smiling so beautifully as she playfully swats at my shoulder.

"Loki Laufeyson! How dare-" But I do not give her a chance to finish her sarcastic remark. I plummet my lips into hers, devouring her luscious taste as I carry her over to our bed.

I will truly never get enough of you, My Angel.