Hi, so I wrote this because I'm a sucker for pregnant!Loki fics, and I just had some ideas which seemed adorable so here you go, I hope you enjoy it!

Loki Laufeyson stood alone on the balcony of the castle of Asgard, gazing out onto the beautiful gold city below him. One hand rested on his swollen belly, rubbing light circles over the tender skin where his baby developed in the safety of his womb.

"One day this will all be yours," He murmured, smiling down at the now prominent bump as he massaged it soothingly. "You will be a wise and powerful leader like your father."

"Ah, but you will be a liesmith and a master of trickery like your father also." Loki's mouth twitched into a smirk as Thor's strong arms wrapped around his torso and his brother kissed his neck adoringly.

"Of course" Loki replied, turning in Thor's arms and cradling the bump between them. He winced momentarily, frowning in discomfort and giving a breathy gasp as his hand flew to his stomach. "Ooh, Thor quick, give me your hand!" He said with a giddy grin, taking his brother's hand and placing it over a particular spot on his pregnant belly. Thor's face split into a smile as radiant as Loki's when he felt a distinct pressure against his palm as the baby kicked. The king laughed; "It's a feisty little one!" he chuckled, bending down on his knees to press his ear against Loki's belly. Loki touched Thor's cheek and brought him to standing; kissing him gently and feeling the baby kick extra hard as its father's heartbeat sped up.

"So have you made the necessary plans for when the baby comes?" Loki asked nonchalantly.

"Brother please, credit me with some intelligence! Everything is prepared; you will stay at Asgard and deliver the baby in our chambers, just as you wish." Loki grinned.

"I've trained you well my king." He teased, and Thor rolled his eyes.

"Come, you must rest." Thor said gently, guiding Loki away from the balcony. The younger king merely laughed and allowed himself to be escorted to their chambers.

"Thor, you really must stop fussing over me." Loki protested weakly, leaning into the other man as they walked.

"You're carrying a precious new life within your body, I cannot overlook that!" Thor said defensively as Loki smiled at him. "And I would sooner die than let anything happen to either of you." Loki hummed in appreciation, pulling away from his brother's side and taking Thor's hand instead.

"In that case," the king said teasingly, "you can run us a bath when we return."

Thor moved away from the bath tub, shaking soap bubbles from his arms and rolling up his dampened sleeves to reveal muscled biceps. Loki stood in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall with a contented smile on his lips. He was reflecting upon the domesticity of their lives now, how so much had changed since their parents passed away eighty years before. Frigga would have loved to hold her grandchild in her arms, he thought, and Loki was suddenly pained at not being able to grant her that privilege. After their father had slipped into a deep Odinsleep from which he would never awaken, the queen had wasted away, crippled by grief and loss. Her death had been a peaceful one, and her lady in waiting had found her one sunlit winters morning, looking for all the world as though she was still dreaming, with a contented and restful smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Thor had ascended the throne of Asgard, and this time, Loki was ready to support him. Thor still referred to his brother as a king, although they both knew that this was a falsehood. Loki had refused his right to the throne of Jotunheim, knowing that any duty he would have in his homeland would prise him from his brother's side. Thor and Loki's coupling had been widely accepted by the Asgardians, and they made a ceremony of Loki taking his oath of allegiance to Thor and submitting to him, becoming his mate and royal consort.

Loki pushed away from the wall and let his robe fall to the floor. Thor moved closer instinctively as Loki stepped into the bath tub, acting adorably skittish as his brother manoeuvred his body into the water without incident. Loki sighed as the warm water washed over his body, then he looked up at his brother, who stood awkwardly beside the bath, not really knowing what to do. "Aren't you going to join me?" Loki said with a smirk, tipping his head back and wetting his raven black hair in the fragrant water. As he closed his eyes, Loki heard the whisper of fabric sliding over tanned skin, and the chink of various pieces of Thor's remaining armour fall to the tiled floor. The water sloshed in waves as Thor stepped in with his brother and sat down behind him, now fully naked. Loki felt Thor slide his legs around him, and, sensing his hesitation, Loki pushed himself back against Thor's warm body. Thor gave a soft grunt of satisfaction as Loki settled himself between his legs, resting his dark head against Thor's shoulder contentedly.

Loki thought about what he would do if his brother died before him. Even though this was just a hypothetical situation, Loki felt the raw stab of pain in his heart as he contemplated such an instance. Perhaps, like his mother, if Thor were to die, Loki would simply cease to be. His body might waste away, consumed by the grief and unable to go on without the warmth and love of Thor's star to guide him in the darkness. Loki felt a hot tear spill from his eye and trickle slowly down his cheek. The Jotun watched it slip silently into the water. If Thor noticed, he did not ask.

The king of Asgard let his arms encircle Loki's small body, holding him closer and running his large hands down his brother's chest until he found their baby, smoothing his palms over the bump and rubbing gently. Loki sighed again, nestling back into Thor's arms. "That feels good," he murmured, so Thor kept up the small circular motions with his thumb.

It had come as a shock to both kings when they had discovered that Loki was with child. By now they had long known of Loki's true parentage, but the clear and painfully obvious fact that all Jotuns were able to conceive young had remained forgotten to them as they made wild and passionate love night after night, Thor taking Loki beneath him and claiming his brother's body in their combined pleasure.

Now Thor listened intently, his hand splayed over Loki's stomach, imagining he could both hear and feel the beat of that other tiny heart beneath his brother's skin. Loki was bearing this fragile life within him, their child, and his heir.

Thor bent his head and peppered Loki's neck with gentle kisses, unskilled as he was with words. They always evaded him, these infuriating little idioms, ones he knew it would greatly befit a king to have the talent to express. But, Loki was the trickster, the Liesmith, he would charm with words, deceive with them, weave intricate tapestries of intrigue and fascination. Words were his weapons, his tools. He could battle with them, seduce with them, words were his craft and his playthings. They danced for him. And Thor had not these words, for he was a man of strength and physicality. Words did not speak for them as they did his sibling, and they were awkward, heavy things which hung off his tongue and stuck to the roof of his mouth like clay, thick and unfathomable. So Thor used actions, because for him, they spoke far louder than any uttered phase ever could.

Thank you for reading, chapter two will be up soon! Please review if you have the time, they make my day and I appreciate any feedback, good or bad! x