That's What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win

~~~Thor's POV~~~

I pushed my Brother's doors open, walking into his room.
"Brother dearest."
I looked at the empty bed with rumpled sheets. He walked out of his bathroom, disheveled, his hair a mess.
"Thor, Brother, what are you doing here?"
"Father called for you."
Loki nodded curtly and went to his drawers.
"May I dress first?"
I nodded and walked outside. I frowned and turned my head hearing voices.
"This is treason and Father will not let it go easily. You have to go. Window."
The door opened minutes after and Loki walked out, smoothing his shirt down.
"Did Father mention what it was about?"
I shook my head, walking alongside my brother.
"Who was in your chambers?"
Loki's step faltered.
"No one. You must have heard an exchange of words in the hall, my dear Brother."
I watched him closely before continuing to walk.
"You are allowed to see people, Loki. Father would not consider anything like that treason."
Loki looked down at the floor.
"It is forbidden."
He said it simply before scurrying off to the throne room.

~~~Loki's POV~~~

"You called for me, Father."
I held my hands behind my back, observing my Father as he observed me. I licked my dry lips nervously. I prayed the bruises along my neck line were hidden by my collar, I would never be able to explain them to Father.
"Yes I did, my son. I wish to speak to you of a somewhat delicate matter."
"What would that be, Father?"
"I see Thor walking around with maidens hanging on his arms and yet you..."
"Maidens do not wish to be seen with myself, Father. They'd much rather Thor and I prefer it that way. I much rather the presence of books and-"
"Your Midgardian ways will not produce an heir, Loki."
"Father, with all due respect, it is not my job to produce an heir."
"You are a son of Asgard-"
"I AM NOT. WHY DO YOU INSIST ON THIS?"
"Because you are my son. At least, to me."
I looked down.
"As of this matter, when I find a maiden that can stand the sight of me, I will consider an heir. Until then, I do not wish to speak of this matter again."

~~~One week later~~~Loki's POV~~~

I was woken by a sharp tugging in my stomach. I sat up groggily, looking around my chambers. I felt a sharp stabbing in my stomach and I stood abruptly, running to my bathroom. I slipped on the cold tiles and my stomach lurched. I dragged myself to my toilet, throwing up heavily. One hand gripped the cool porcelain, the other gripped the shirt over my stomach as I kept it up. Tears streamed down my face as bile burned my throat. I whimpered softly, I wanted my Mother.
"M-Mother.. Please.."
As if she heard me, her cool hands held my hair back whilst she rubbed my back.
"Let it up Loki... I've got you safe."

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I was curled up in bed, my Mother gently mopping my feverish brow with a cloth.
"Once it is morning, we shall get you seen to.. It wouldn't do good to wake the healer's at such an ungodly hour."
I nodded softly. As my Mother stood to dampen the cloth, Thor pushed my doors open, followed in by a healer.
"Stand aside, Mother. Loki will be good as new in a few minutes."
She smiled and shook her head, standing aside.
"Or we can rely on your brother."
I smiled weakly at her and lay still as the healer went over my stomach, closing my eyes. I reopened them at a sharp intake of breath. We all stared at the healer.
"H-He's... Pregnant."

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