Infinity Wars left me shook, bruh. I gotta let some feels out.
"Come here, Thor. There's someone I'd like you to meet."
Mother has the happiest look on her face as she beckons her child to her side. In her arms is a tiny bundle, wrapped in a pretty green blanket. Father is standing beside her, puffed up with pride as Thor runs up to them.
"Mother, what is it?!" He asks, eagerly, bouncing up and down in excitement, golden hair bouncing along with him.
Frigga kneels down, folding back the corner of the blanket. Her voice is warm and full of joy as she reveals the precious bundle.
"Thor, meet your little brother."
Thor peeks into the blanket, at the little creature inside it.
The baby is absolutely tiny. Tiny fingers curl into tiny fists; tiny eyelashes flutter over tiny, pale cheeks, as he sleeps contentedly.
"He's so small," Thor mutters, wrinkling his nose.
"He'll grow," Father chuckles. "He's only a baby, after all."
Thor reaches out, and pokes the baby's round little cheek. The baby makes a small sound, and stirs in Mother's arms.
His new brother looks up at Thor with the greenest eyes Thor has ever seen. Those pretty emerald eyes blink sleepily at him for a moment or two, then the infant grins toothlessly up at him.
A sudden rush of warmth swells up in the child's heart, and he grins back.
"What's his name?" He asks, eagerly. "Can I hold him?"
Mother beams fondly at him. She motions for Thor to hold his arms out, and nestles the baby in them.
"His name is Loki," she says, softly. "Be gentle with him- he's fragile."
Thor smiles broadly at his mother and father.
"Loki Odinson, brother of Thor," Odin says, with a smile of his own.
"You're his older brother," Frigga admonishes, gently. "Take care of him."
Thor nods, clinging tightly to the bundle cradled in his little arms. He strokes the crop of dark hair on top of the baby's head, as tenderly as a child can manage.
"I will, Mother!"
