Months once again separate her letter. The time welling him up with more grief than he thought possible.

Loki,

I am pregnant. I've never been for fearful for my life. I do not want to bare the child of this monster. I cannot bare this child. I would rather die than give this monster the satisfaction of a child. I do not know what to do.

Y/n. 

Fury ignites in Loki's chest. How could that beast do this? How could he force himself upon her? How could he impregnate her against her will? How could he make her fear for her life?

My Y/n,

I will find a way to get you out of this. I will bring you home, my love. I will help you to remove this beast's child from your body. You shall not have to fear for your life any longer. I will bring you home.

Yours,
Loki. 

He storms to the throne room once he's sent his letter, kneeling before Odin.

"Father, I need your help," he looks to the King, "y/n, she fears for her life and has been impregnated against her will. I need to save her, to bring her home."

"I am well aware of her situation," Odin looks to his sun, "her father has threatened war should I intervene. I understand your pain, my son, but I cannot do more than I have already attempted. At first suggestion of a marriage between you and his daughter, he refused irrefutably."

"Father, please," Loki rises to his feet, "she cannot be subjected to this torture. She does not wish to bare this child, she does not wish to be with this man, this- this- this monster! She wishes to be here, safe and with me."

"I'm sorry, my son," Odin says solemnly, "there is nothing I can do, unless you wish for me to go to war with our ally."

"I do," Loki says firmly, "anything to bring her back to me."