Loki was there for me long before he came into my life. She shared my loneliness, my joy, my tears—always there, always understanding without words.
When I fell in love, Loki accepted it calmly. When we got married, she simply lay at my feet, as if she knew: now there were three of us.
And then a miracle happened – I found out that I was expecting a baby.
From that day on, the dog changed.
She stopped playing and barely left my side.
Every evening, she’d lie down next to me, rest her head on my stomach, and listen.
It was as if she could sense the life there.
When the baby kicked, Loki would happily raise her ears and whine softly, as if she were laughing along with me.
But whenever my husband came up to me and put his hand on my stomach, she would immediately stand between us, growling, baring her teeth.
Once, she even bit his hand.
I was scared.
He was yelling that he would kick her out, calling her “crazy.”
And I defended her. I thought she was just jealous. That she felt like someone was taking me away from her.
But I was wrong.
And Loki knew it.
After the birth, everything got worse. My husband became distant, irritated by every cry from the baby. Sometimes I caught something dark and cold in his gaze—and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
And then… everything was revealed by accident.
One day, when he went to take a shower, I took his phone to set an alarm.
And I accidentally saw his messages.
“I hate this noise,” he wrote to his mother. “She lives only for it now. This child has ruined everything. Sometimes I think how simpler everything would be if he weren’t there.”
I froze. My heart seemed to stop.
Everything came together—his detachment, his irritation, his anger.
And suddenly I realized that
Loki had been trying to warn me all this time .
She felt his evil.
She knew he was capable of harm.
She wasn’t just jealous,
she was protective.
Of me. And of my child.
Now my son is growing up, and Loki is always by his side.
She sleeps by his bed, patiently listens to his laughter, and carefully accepts treats from his little hands.
And every time I look at them, I think one thing: If it weren’t for her, he might not have existed.
