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.
