That's What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win
Seven Months Previous
~~~Loki's POV~~~
I sat on my window-sill, watching the busy streets of Asgard, my hand resting on my stomach. My Father still refused to acknowledge my pregnancy, changing the subject whenever it was brought up around him. My door opened and I made eye contact with a healer. Another day, another healer, another test. I walked to my bed and lay down, closing my eyes and letting them get on with it. A disturbance outside of my room drew my attention.
"I wish to see my brother!"
I chuckled softly and called out.
"He may enter."
Thor walked in and I propped myself up on my elbows to offer him a weak smile. He sat down next to my bed and I lay back down, my eyes slipping close. My stomach felt warm from whatever the healer was doing and I smiled.
"Do you have any names picked out yet, Brother?"
"Thor.. I have approximately seven months. No I do not."
He sighed and I chuckled. He was more excited than I was. My thoughts were disturbed by the healer's voice.
"You are carrying two children. An heir and a daughter."
Thor jumped up.
"I shall go tell Father."
"That will not be necessary, Thor."
I made eye contact with Father and swallowed. Thor stood and left my chambers before I slowly sat up with my back against the wall. He sat down where Thor had been sitting and watched me as the Healer left.
"An heir?"
"I did not exactly plan this, Father. It just happened..."
He nodded.
"Who is their Father?"
My mind spun.
"He is not royal.. But is of the royal court."
Father nodded, stood and left. I lay down and caressed my stomach, home to two children. A small smile spread across my face as I fell asleep.
I sat on my window-sill, watching the busy streets of Asgard, my hand resting on my stomach. My Father still refused to acknowledge my pregnancy, changing the subject whenever it was brought up around him. My door opened and I made eye contact with a healer. Another day, another healer, another test. I walked to my bed and lay down, closing my eyes and letting them get on with it. A disturbance outside of my room drew my attention.
"I wish to see my brother!"
I chuckled softly and called out.
"He may enter."
Thor walked in and I propped myself up on my elbows to offer him a weak smile. He sat down next to my bed and I lay back down, my eyes slipping close. My stomach felt warm from whatever the healer was doing and I smiled.
"Do you have any names picked out yet, Brother?"
"Thor.. I have approximately seven months. No I do not."
He sighed and I chuckled. He was more excited than I was. My thoughts were disturbed by the healer's voice.
"You are carrying two children. An heir and a daughter."
Thor jumped up.
"I shall go tell Father."
"That will not be necessary, Thor."
I made eye contact with Father and swallowed. Thor stood and left my chambers before I slowly sat up with my back against the wall. He sat down where Thor had been sitting and watched me as the Healer left.
"An heir?"
"I did not exactly plan this, Father. It just happened..."
He nodded.
"Who is their Father?"
My mind spun.
"He is not royal.. But is of the royal court."
Father nodded, stood and left. I lay down and caressed my stomach, home to two children. A small smile spread across my face as I fell asleep.
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Sorry for the short chapter, this is more of a filler so I can post this A/N.:) Trolls go screw yourself.
If I wish to write a pregnant Loki fanfiction, I can write a pregnant Loki fanfiction. I am not the only person to do this. I can promise you that now because I have read many of them.
On another note.
Me? A "childish and immature careless mother"? On the contrary. I got pregnant from rape. I did not want my child but I had her. I matured above my age to give life to the world. My daughter is now 3 and actually, she's more mature than most kids her age. I got help where I needed it but otherwise I learnt how to be a mother. I'm probably more mature than most of you 20-year-old trolls hating on a teen story because a man (God) gets pregnant.
And might I point out if the movieverse Loki isn't based on the Norse mythology, why is Odin riding an eight-legged horse in the battle of Jotunheim in the first Thor movie?
Thank you, go fuck yourselves, and find some other way of wasting your life.