So begins little pieces of Loki and Natasha making a baby. God help us all. I blame MarineLvr84. ;)
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He panicked. Absolutely ran around the apartment like loon. All because of a box he found in the garbage that Tash asked him to take out. In his freaked out (Barton was going to shoot him in the eye and Stark was going to use his ribcage as a hat just for fun.) state, Loki didn't notice the petite assassin watching him as he babbled to himself.
"You know it's not the end of the world." That statement stopped him dead. "Has Odin or Frigga actually ever said anything about Ragnarok? Because I think that was the ancient version of the zombiepocolypse."
He just gapped at the redhead. Shaking his head no finally muttered out, "No." Her eyebrows rose. "Clint. . .Me." Loki ground out.
"And why is Barton going to be plotting your immediate death?" The god of chaos, mischief and bedtime Shakespearean reenactments (in the nude before bedtime) sighed and rolled his eyes heavenward. "Because we had a 'long' talk when you and I first," a spastic hand motion indicated her and him. "Got together, about what would make you happy. Babies where on the nuclear hazard list. I am not as he said quality father material because of my family history."
His silver tongue completely failed him. He watched Natasha narrow her eyes and clench her jaw. She walked up to him and grabbed his wrist, wincing at the temperature change. Loki's skin kept reverting to his Jotun state as a defense reaction.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed under his jaw. "Clint is an overprotective ass. No one decides who will father my child besides me. And you make me happy." His pulse calmed under her lips.
Loki tucked her head under his chin. His arms wrapping around her. "It wasn't wrong?"
He felt her lips curve, "No I went to the doctor today. Clint has seven months to warm up to the idea." Her eyes peeped up. "Loki I'm just as scared as you. What if I ..."
He rested his forehead on hers. Breathing her scent, Loki held her. "Then we learn." Her smile broke his heart and rebuilt again.
"Good. Now finish getting the trash around. I want pizza and a root beer float."