As soon as Loki saw Anne in bed looking so down he was worried, Anne Boleyn was hardly known for good health when it came to carrying children, it was tragic but she had finally got through it, when the doctor told her she was going to have a son she was overjoyed.
“Anne what is it?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he stepped towards the bed. Her apology frightened him more he took a seat next to the bed and looked at the little baby in her arms. “Is he ok?” He was worried about the effect his Jotun side would have on the child.
“Yes… She is…” Anne nodded slightly, trying to hold back tears as her grip on her daughter tightened only slightly, Henry had reacted so badly when she gave him Elizabeth, she had no idea what a God would do.
“Why do you look so sad?” His brow furrowed as he stood up and moved to the bed, stroking her cheek as he looked down at their child. “She’s beautiful.” He said quietly as he sat next to her, he grinned and laughed softly as he took the child from Anne and cradled her in his arms.