A/N

I DID NOT WRITE THIS ON MY OWN! I have a co-writer! She wrote the other character. She "plays" the character Guinevere. Also, I don't swear so there will be no swear words in any of my stories. I own nothing, just Guinevere and Yarina. I wish I owned Marvel though! Anywho! On with the show! 

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*Loki's POV*

I've been reading a book, for the past two hours. Okay, not reading, studying. While my oaf of a brother is off bashing his head in with his friends. It was peaceful until there was a loud bang on the door. I stiffened, then groaned. "Thor! You oaf! I'm not sparring with you!" I all but shouted as I opened the door. I blinked when I saw Tyr the head Einherjar stood at my door, holding a basket. "Tyr, what is this?" I asked. "I found this basket at the palace gate. It had your name on it, my prince." Tyr said, handing me a piece of paper, then the basket. I looked at him. "You didn't think to open it?" I asked. He shook his head, then rushed off. I groaned, not really wanting the basket. So I turned back around, closing the door behind me, then walked to the bathroom, where I put the basket in front of the door, keeping it out of my way, promising to take care of it later. Then I walked back to my chair, and began studying again.

Bathroom! Getting up quickly, I rushed to the door, only to trip on something, letting out a startled cry. What? I thought, before turning on my back, and noticed the basket. I groaned, then nudged it up against the wall. I did my business, then on my way out, I noticed the card with my name on it, sticking out of from under the door. I swooped down, and picked it up. I opened it. Loki, I can not have them. Please, take care of them, they need a guiding hand. It read. I scrunched my brow in confusion. The letter, had no signature. So, I opened the door, and picked up the basket. Carefully placing it on my bed, I lifted the lid. I let out a strangled gasp. Laying in the basket were two babies. Twins by the looks of it. Both had black hair, and identical green eyes. They looked exactly like me. The oldest let out a whimper. While the youngest started crying. I did the only think I could think of. I grabbed the basket, and rushed out of the room, going to find my mother.

I rushed through the many, endless halls trying to find my mother, hoping not to run into Thor...my luck ran out, the moment I saw him turn the corner. I rushed past, only for him to stop me. "Loki!" He shouted. I winced, as I heard him walk closer. "Hello, Brother!" He exclaimed, as he slapped me on the back, causing me to almost drop the basket. Anger built in me. "Thor you idiot! Watch it!" I shouted, whipping around to face him. Thor smiled, then looked down at the basket, and his smile disappeared. "Brother..." His voice almost a whisper. I groaned, then took off again, Thor right on my heels. After a few more turns, I finally saw my mother's door, with guards surrounding it. "Open the door!" I shouted. Thankfully they complied, and allowed me entrance. "MOTHER!" I shouted. I hear the a rustle from Mother's study. "Loki? Are you okay?" She asked. "No!" I whispered, loud enough for her to hear. That got her out. She took one look at me, then concern was written all over her face. "Loki, you look pale. Sit down." She said. I took one look at the chair, and felt my legs go weak. I nodded, and then sat down. Mother followed, as did Thor. "What do you have there, dear?" She asked. I gulped, not wanting to answer. I opened my mouth to answer, when suddenly a cry rang through the room. Both Mother's and Thor's face grew shocked, and terrified at the same time. I quickly looked down, and noticed the youngest had her hands reached out towards me, I couldn't help but smile as the oldest followed suit. I reached into the basket, and pulled them out, letting the basket fall to the floor. "Loki..." Mother whispered. My smile disappeared when I looked up. "Are...are they yours?" She asked. "I don't know." I answered truthfully. Mother was up in an instant, taking the oldest from me. "Come, dear!" She said, rushing out the door. I stood up, then realized as i walked out the door, Thor wasn't following. I turned, and noticed him staring off into space. I turned back around, and walked up to him. "Come, brother." I said, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him up. Then I rushed out the door, following mother.

We ended up going to the healing room. Where Eir, the head healer, checked over the babies, and even took a DNA sample from me and the babies. The results took a bit, so I decided to get acquainted with the babies, and to try and snap Thor from his thought...I've been doing it for at least 15 minutes now. "Thor..." I said. He continued to stare off into space. "THOR!" I said raising my voice. He blinked, then looked at me. "Finally. Here." I said, carefully handing him the youngest. He flinched away. "No!" He exclaimed, startling the babies in their sleep. "Be quiet you oaf!" I whispered. "Sorry." He murmured. I just shook my head. "Thor, you might be an uncle. So get use to it." I said, placing the youngest in his massive arms. He sat frozen for a second, then looked down in wonder. The youngest eyes were open, and was staring up at Thor. She let out a bubbly laughed. causing Thor to laugh. Suddenly, Eir, and Mother walked in, both with a shocked look on their face. "Mother?" Thor asked, standing up, holding the youngest closer. "Are they Loki's?" He continued. Thor looked like he was afraid of the answer. "Yes, they are Loki's." Mother said. Thor let out a breath of relief. While I looked back and forth between babies. I'M A FATHER?! OH NORNS! I plopped down on the closest chair, not really caring about my image. "Brother, you okay?" Thor asked. I nodded slowly, as I felt a warm presence placed in my arm. I looked down, and came face to face with two pairs of green eyes. Suddenly they both laughed at me. I glared at them, then smiled when they continued to laugh. It truly was eerie, they looked so much alike. Same black hair, same green eyes, same bubbly laugh. This was gonna take some getting use to. "What are you going to name them?" Mother asked, bringing me from my thought. I thought for a second more, before answering, "Guinevere and Yarina."