He stared at the little positive sign that, in all honesty, looked more like a division sign. Perhaps it was simply denial that fueled him to think so, or perhaps the fear of what his lover would do. Either way, it was there.
Positive.
Sighing angrily, the godling threw the test into the small trashcan beside the toilet, running his pale, thin fingers through his dark hair, knotting them in frustration. Steve would be devastated God, he had been hesitant about the sex, but if he found out he had impregnated him…The man would fall apart. Not that Steve would hate him for it, oh no. In fact, the man would do all he could to make the prince as comfortable and happy as he could. But there would be guilt. He would blame himself when the godling's father raged at him, he would blame himself when Loki birthed the child, in unimaginable pain. Not to mention the disappointment and tension that would undoubtedly occur between his brother and his boyfriend.
Hanging his head, he made the only decision he could. He would leave. For Steve's sake, for his so-called-father's sake, and for his brother's sake— repercussions would be avoided, and any blame would be placed solely on him. They'd think he ran away for some reason or another. And though it would hurt them to think that someone so dear to them suddenly up and left (especially Steve, god help him), it would keep them and the child safe.
Because that was his fate. To be Loki was to suffer.
He placed a thin, trembling hand on his ever-so-subtly swelling abdomen, rubbing the beginnings of the baby bump. Yes, soon. A smile graced his thin lips, though it was hardly happy.
"I'm so sorry, love." he murmured at the bump, then left the dark bathroom, slinking out of the public toilet and heading in the direction of his home.
As he opened the door, he clutched onto Steve's favorite leather jacket, tears beginning to blur his vision.
"I'm sorry."