you never thought you would find happiness with such an extraordinary husband your husband, Isaac, held your son in his hands. Your son, Loki, looked like a tiny version of Isaac, only that Loki had white fur and scales and black hair. it was a slow morning when, sitting in your dressing gown with coffee in your hand, you looked at your husband, touched, seeing him kiss Loki on his chubby cheeks you liked mornings like this