This is a one-shot that ties into You're What? I know I need to update it, but I am battling some severe depression right now, the only reason I have this is because I wrote it last year at the start of the summer and I'm just now getting around to typing it up. This is the start. I will do it in pieces. Sorry if anyone is ooc.
He was an idiot. That Loki was sure of.
He had nothing against the Captain. Before. Watching them fall for each other, and then get together was painful enough.
But Loki was sure he physically saw Thor's heart break. He hated his brother. So much. But the one thing he would never admit, was how much he still loved him.
You cannot just forget over a thousand years of being brothers. There were times Loki wished things could be as they used to; but he knew it would never be the same. Never again.
The biggest problem, he knew, was that Thor thought he was dead. And that's how Loki wanted it to be. For now at least.
When Thor started getting sick, he wasn't too worried. Even the mighty Thor can get a cold. Then it got worse. They couldn't figure out what was wrong.
So Loki decided to have a look. He cast a spell. He was not expecting the answer he got.
Pregnant.
One month pregnant.
Loki could feel the glow of the child, the life growing inside his brother. He didn't reveal himself, but he did stick around to keep an eye on things. Usually he would curse his brother's stupidity. But not many people would know. Not unless they were trying for it.
He was slightly impressed when they figured it out. But he had a weird kind of respect for that thing, JARVIS was it? A smart thing.
What he wasn't surprised about was him not telling the Captain. He saw that one coming. What he didn't see coming was the Captain leaving and not returning.
At first he kept his distance. Watching from afar as Thor's team mates comforted him. Or at least tried too. He knew his brother and he knew that, despite their best efforts, it just wasn't working.