Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
A month passed where you spent most days refereeing fights between your husband and your son. The reason? The marriage contract you had organised, which you now regretted after seeing Fáelán's reaction. You had a little under two weeks before Sigdeflaed arrived and right now you wouldn't put it past Fáelán to spit on the ground at her feet in protest. If only you could turn back time and introduce them as children; maybe then you would have some hope of them liking each other.
The door of your rooms slammed shut for the fifth time that day, sighing as you put your head in your hands and massaged your temples to stop the headache that was forming from the yelling you had to listen to.
Loki groaned and flopped down onto the couch next to you, one arm draped across the edge and the other across his eyes. "Have kids they said, it would be fun they said," Loki commented sarcastically. "That boy is going to be the death of me! I don't remember Björn's being this hard, or Rían's." Running a hand down his face Loki closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. "Where are you going?" Loki demanded when he felt you getting up off the couch.
"I'm telling him it was me," you told Loki as you made your way over to the main door.
"No you are not!" Loki rushed over and stood in front of the door, arms wide barring you from leaving. 
"Yes I am." Trying to reach around Loki for the door handle.
"We agreed to let him think it was my idea." Loki sidestepped and blocked your attempt to leave.
"And these last few weeks have shown that that was a mistake." Almost reaching the door handle before Loki grabbed your waist, spinning you around to pin you against the door.
"No it was not," Loki snapped out, nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his anger.
"I am not having you both at loggerheads for the rest of our lives."
"He'll get over it eventually."
Putting your palms flat against the wood you gave Loki a peck on the lips to hopefully calm him. "Let me fix this, please." Drawing on your power you slipped through the wood appearing on the other side, quickly taking off at a sprint before Loki could open the door and stop you.
Loki only banged his fist on the door in annoyance. "I wish I hadn't shown her how to do that now," he muttered to himself.
Making your way through the halls towards the training grounds knowing that is exactly where your son would be, as he liked to seek out somewhere to hit out any frustration when angry.
"What do you want?" Fáelán spat out when he saw you making your way towards him.
"We need to talk," you told him once you came to a stop in front of him.
"Oh goody, a talk." He rolled his eyes, you didn't miss the sarcasm rolling off his tongue.
"I can't stand you both at each other's throats."
"Well it was his idea!" Fáelán snapped.
"Actually it was mine," you admitted. "I've let your father take the blame for weeks now."
"You're kidding!" Fáelán laughed out in shock.
"Nope."
"Then why is father acting like it's his?"
"Because he doesn't want you to be angry with me. Hate me all you want for the decision but please don't hate your father anymore, make up with him before it's too late."
"The vision is true isn't it?"
"I'm not voicing its confirmation out loud and tempting Fate; however don't let your father go another day thinking that you hate him."