Loki on skates is the funniest sight I've ever seen. He gives up trying to stand and leans against the wall, while Logan and Jane are making progress out in the middle of the rink, Thor spotting him as he laughs and slides along as Jane pulls him.

"Come on, Loki," I say, trying to pry him away from the wall. He shakes his head vehemently.

"I don't want to make you fall," he says reluctantly. I just laugh.

"For a frost giant, you're pretty afraid of ice," I joke.

"I'm not afraid," Loki says a tad defensively, puffing his chest out dominantly.

"I know—I just want you to try. Come on! I remember how hard it was for me when I first started. If you don't try, you won't make progress. Look! Logan's enjoying himself, and he can only stand while someone's holding his hands."

Loki spots our son, and I watch him slowly smile. He looks at Logan sweetly.

"That's my boy," he says to himself, proudly.

"Then show him you're just as able and get off that wall," I smile. Loki sighs and rolls his eyes before taking both my hands. He struggles, but in about another minute, I get him to stand at last. He slips, nearly falling as I start to skate backwards, his hands weighing on my shoulders, and then he gasps and pushes them up under my arms to keep me upright.

"I don't want to make you fall, ladybug," he says worriedly. I simply laugh.

"I'm serious, Misty. You shouldn't be over-exerting yourself now."

"Loki, I'm a grown woman, not a glass. And I'm not even showing yet, so relax."

He tries to calm down and stop worrying, keeping his eyes on me and sparing glances at Logan, who is at last taking baby steps unassisted by Jane. Thor has no trouble skating forward, at the very least. While Loki stares and smiles at Logan, I slowly detach his hands from me, until finally, he's on his own and doesn't even realize it until I start skating in circles around him. His eyes widen when at last he realizes that he's standing up straight by himself on the ice.

"Don't freak out—just take really small glides," I encourage. Loki makes slow movements slipping a little as he tries to skate a few feet towards me, his hair falling into his face. He makes it to me before clutching my hand. Loki smiles down at me with triumph.

"You did it!"

"Yes, but I'm nowhere near as graceful as you," he says.

"Just keep trying," I say encouragingly, "skate with me."

Loki clutches my hand and laughs each time he nearly falls. I take it upon myself to start skating backwards, pulling Loki forwards. He starts to be able to glide about a foot or so without wobbling too much, but when I stop and lean into his chest to kiss him, he falls straight back, pulling me with him, and we shout. I find myself on top of him on the ice. Loki stares up with frustration before laughing.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I ask, worried about his back. Loki only laughs harder.

"It would take much more than a little fall to injure me," he says reassuringly. Sometimes I forget that my husband is a god and not a vulnerable human being like myself. Loki wraps his arms around my waist and lifts his head.

"I love you," he says out of nowhere. I smile down at him and he kisses me. We're interrupted by Logan screeching. He calls for Loki as Jane skates him towards us.

"Everything's fine, baby bear," Loki says reassuringly, sitting up with me.

We spend time laughing and enjoying each other's company, and by the time Loki is fastening Logan into the booster seat in his Toyota, I hug Thor and Jane, thanking them for taking such good care of Logan when I went to the emergency room last night.

"Honestly, it was great spending time getting to know him," Jane says, holding my hand tenderly, "Sis." I laugh and smile, having completely forgotten until that moment that we are technically siblings-in-law.

"I feel like it prepared us for this one," she adds, pointing down at her stomach. Thor laughs.

"If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that sweets are your worst enemy for the children," Thor says, his eyes widening a bit and a smile spreading across his face.

"The little bildshnipe was running to every exhibit at the museum after I got him that ice cream!"

I wag my finger, "That must be because you also snuck him that huge cupcake for breakfast when you thought I wasn't looking," I reprimand, half-jokingly.

"Even for the mighty Thor, children are tiring," Jane says, gazing up at him. Thor laughs.

"Well, good luck if I don't see you guys again before you leave. I'd love to be there when yours is born, but," I glance back to find Loki shutting the car door and walking the short distance towards Jane, Thor, and I with a smile on his face.

"We're not taking Logan to Asgard anytime soon. In fact, I shouldn't be traveling that far away from my doctor just now; I'm pregnant again," I say, deciding to slip the news. Thor's thick, blonde, brows arch in surprise and Jane screeches, clasping both hands over her mouth excitedly before clutching my shoulders and shaking them jovially. I can't fight the wide smile that begins to make my mouth ache as I laugh and we hug again.

"My, what did I miss?" Loki asks, right before Thor strangles him into a bear hug.

"Yeah, I'm going to miss you, too, brother," Loki says, smiling with confusion.

"Is it a girl? If it's a girl, we have got to do matching dresses, Misty—wait, I can bring you something back from our trip," Jane dishes excitedly. Loki's eyes grow large as he looks at me a moment, but he quickly relaxes and clasps my hand.

"I thought you wanted to wait until your doctor's appointment next week," he says gently into my ear before kissing my cheek. I shake my head and sigh.

"Something tells me it's going to be okay," I say genuinely.

"Congratulations, little brother," Thor beams.

"Thanks," Loki grins, his cheeks flushing with heat momentarily. He pulls his arm around my waist.

"I hope it's a girl. We need more women in this family," Thor adds.

Loki laughs, "Right? I want a girl, too. I know Logan will be an amazing older brother. We'd never have to worry about her."

"Oh my gosh, this is why you passed out last night, isn't it?!" Jane asks, unable to contain her excitement. I nod. She hugs Loki. Thor snatches me up, his embrace taking me at least a foot off the ground for a moment, and his blonde beard scratches my cheek as he kisses it.

"Little sister," he smiles, putting me down.

We part ways, and as I walk back to Loki's car, his arm strewn around my waist once more, I have never felt more agape.

In the car, Logan sleepily repeats to us his fun day with aunt Jane and uncle Thor. At a red light, Loki pauses to stare back at Logan, who yawns when I glance back at him too. I feel Loki's hand weave into mine and smile. As soon as we arrive home, we get busy putting Logan to bed, the two of us kneeling on the floor at the tub in the bathroom down the hall from Logan's room, while he plays with his little plastic Spider-Man and the myriad of other toys he likes to take to his baths. I stare lovingly at Loki's arms, the black sleeves rolled up creating a stark contrast against his skin as he starts to wash Logan's hair. I reach for Logan's foot under the water and he giggles, keeping his eyes closed.

"Mommy, is that you?" he asks with a big smile.

"Maybe," I joke.

"It's you, mommy! I know your touch," Logan says confidently. Loki laughs and guides Logan to lean back, to rinse his hair. He starts to wash his back with the bar of soap and Logan shivers.

"And I know that's you, daddy, 'cause your hands are always cold," Logan says, shivering. Loki gazes into my eyes.

"Do you want mommy to wash you instead?" he asks. Logan shakes his head vehemently.

"I like the cold," Logan says, and it's my turn to stare curiously into Loki's eyes. When we're finished, I pull the plug and Logan stands up, yawning dramatically. Loki laughs and wraps him in a towel, coddling him like a baby. Logan kicks.

"I'm not a baby," he says defiantly. Loki laughs and holds him close to his chest, shushing him, rocking him like an infant in front of the mirror. For a moment, I am reminded of this familiar technique Loki had used to get him to stop crying as a baby. I lean back against the tiled wall and cross my arms, grinning at my son and my husband. Logan grumbles before whining and Loki stops swaying him to stand him up on the sink so that he's at eye level, his towel slipping when he stomps his foot on the porcelain.

"Alright, alright," Loki says hastily, "Don't do that, you're going to break the sink," he says calmly.

"Humph," Logan grumbles angrily, and I definitely know he's tired, because that's when his attitude comes out.

"But you're always going to be my baby boy, aren't you, Logan?" Loki asks, pressing his forehead to Logan's after removing a few dark strings of hair from his wet face. Loki gazes into Logan's eyes, and slowly but surely, the boy's frustrated tight lips turn up into a smile, his nose smooshed up against Loki's. The god smiles with mischief. Logan laughs, and it is an eerily identical, yet puerile, echo of Loki's own cackle.

"Yeah, daddy," Logan whispers, before falling tiredly against Loki's chest.

"I'm going to run us a nice hot bath. When I come back, I want you to be naked," Loki says as I finish folding the last of my clean clothes on the bedspread. I laugh as Loki disappears into the bathroom. I listen to him washing the tub. As soon as I put my clothes away, I start to undress. I'm naked and waiting on the bed by the time Loki walks out of the bathroom, his clothes folded over his arm. He grins and throws them into his hamper before stepping towards the bed to collect me. As he carries me into the bathroom, the scent of eucalyptus meets my nose and I immediately begin to feel relaxed. The bubbles are thick and white atop the surface of the water. Loki pauses in front of the tub and lets me into it. When I turn around, he's stepping into the water. He grabs my waist and leads me to sit down. I rest my head against his chest as he leans back, inhaling the calming aroma. Loki wraps his arms around me.

"Today was a beautiful day," he says, kissing my forehead. I rest my head against his chest and circle his nipple playfully.

"I know," I say, massaging his chest with some bubbles, trying my best not to slip so that my face hits the surface. Loki notices this and holds me up so that my head is resting on his shoulder and I can breathe into his beautiful, long neck.

"So, I started thinking of names for our daughter," he says

"Eda, Lilith, Lydia, Olivia, Lucy, Lena," Loki says. I start to laugh at all the Ls.

"Luna, Lynn, Lucille…" Loki laughs softly.

"Maybe even Frigga," he says a bit nostalgically, and the way his voice drops a hint pulls at my heartstrings. I kiss the underside of his chin.

"What makes you so sure it's going to be a girl?" I ask. Loki's hand passes across my abdomen and rests below my navel, despite there not yet being movement to feel.

"Well, I need a little princess to go along with prince Logan," he says matter-of-factly. I laugh. Loki tilts his head to the side to meet his temple with my forehead. His hair dusts lightly over my face, occluding my vision. I inhale deeply again and all the eucalyptus calms my airways.

"I like this scent. Where'd you get it?" I ask.

"Actually, it's that body wash you bought me from Whole Foods as part of my Christmas gift," Loki says. I close my eyes peacefully, drawing my other arm around him. After a few relaxing minutes of silence, he sits up a ways and then I feel him passing a washcloth down my back. I smile without teeth.

"What do you want to do for Logan's birthday, and yours?" Loki asks, rubbing my hip beneath the water. I sit up and migrate to the other end of the tub, cupping handfuls of bubbles playfully. Loki tilts his head to the side and watches me, as if mesmerized.

"I dunno," I respond. Logan's birthday is on the thirty first of January, and mine is shortly after, on the fourth of February.

"When should we break the news to him?" Loki asks, eying my lower half, which is hidden beneath the foam.

"Maybe we should wait until I start showing…I just feel like I want to wait until we know everything is really okay. I'll have a doctor's appointment next week, so my OB should be able to tell me what exactly is going on," I say a bit distractedly, running my palm along the length of my caesarian scar. Loki nods.

"That's fine. No rush," he says soothingly. Loki moves towards me in the water, sitting on his knees. I smile and grab the loofah resting in the soap dish. I push it beneath the bubbles to soak up some water.

"Close your eyes," I say softly. Loki obeys me and smiles, waiting. I drench his head so that his hair plasters to his face. As he laughs, his Adam's apple bounces. I reach for the bottle of mint shampoo he likes to use, carefully wetting his hair some more before pouring some of the shampoo into my palm.

"What are you doing?" Loki asks curiously.

"Washing you, of course," I grin. Loki bows his head towards me as I begin to lather his hair up.

"Mmmm," he mumbles pleasantly as I massage his scalp. I then use the loofah to wash his chest and arms, sitting up on my knees to reach around and scrub his back. As I do so, Loki wraps his arms around me, his eyes still closed.

"I could be blinded, and I'd still know your touch," Loki explains in the most relaxed voice.

"Your hands, the way you move, I'd always know it's you," he says, leaning in on me a ways. I kiss the tip of his nose, the only part of him not covered in suds.

"Lift you arms," I command. Loki laughs and does as I say. He laughs harder when I wash his armpits, complaining that I'm tickling him, although I think I'm rubbing hard enough that it shouldn't tickle. The hair under Loki's arms is just as dark as the hair on his head, and his pubes, which I can see now just above the dissipating white suds, as he sits up a bit taller. Loki stops laughing when I reach below the water to wash his manhood.

"Oooo," he says seductively, moaning when I teasingly wrap my fingers around him and massage firmly with suds for a few seconds. He pushes his waist towards me. I move around to his ass and loofah it vigorously.

"You're such a tease," he says half jokingly. As the suds continue to disappear, I can finally see his full glory and it begins to arouse me. I pull the plug and close the shower curtain to start the water. I screech as the cold jet hits me, but Loki doesn't move an inch. I watch the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. I adjust the shower temperature and stand to aim the water directly on Loki. I watch the suds slide down his pale muscles, and I just stand there staring. Shortly, Loki starts to pull his hands over the top of his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes. When he squints up through the water to see me standing there naked, he grins.

"I'm afraid it's your turn, honey," Loki says, grabbing my soap out of the dish. Before I can make a move, Loki pulls me closer and starts on my left arm, rubbing the bar up and down slowly and somewhat firmly. I close my eyes as the water trickles over us. He does my other arm, before sliding his soapy hands up and down my torso, placing the soap back in the tray a moment to massage my breasts. He then pulls me to him abruptly and takes care of my back, and as he's doing so, I bite down into his peck. Loki inhales sharply through his teeth as I mark up his chest, and I can tell that he likes it from the hardness I begin to feel against me where I'm pressed to his body. He then pulls me away from him suddenly, his eyes flitting hungrily over me. He kneels and massages the soap up and down my legs and cups the mounds of my behind, massaging them till they're sudsy. He drops the soap in the tray and gently rubs his palms across my womanhood, taking his time.

"You're going to get it for touching me like that," he says with complete seriousness, staring up into my eyes. Nonetheless, I laugh. Loki stands up and grabs my waist, pressing me against the cold shower wall.

"You think it's funny to tease me? Let me give you a taste of your own medicine." Loki grabs the detachable showerhead and pulls free the hand-held portion to spray water down my body. He lingers on my stomach before pushing the damn thing full force between my legs. I gasp and grip Loki's shoulders. He's very careful to position the water pressure against my clitoris, and the next thing I know, I scream. The water leaves me, and while laughing, Loki clamps a hand over my mouth.

"You don't want to wake Logan," he says warningly, unable to wipe the smirk off his face.

"You're evil," I pant, needing him badly, "Pure evil," I moan, running my nails down Loki's back.

"You like that?" he asks darkly. He side steps between my legs, nearly causing me to slip, so that they are further apart. Loki forces the showerhead up between my legs again, and I nearly scream as I grip his shoulders, the sound of him laughing arousing me even further.

"Look at you squirm," he says with delight.

"I need you—I need you," I gasp, grasping at Loki's ass. When I open my eyes, I can see that he's more than enjoying this, his pale skin alight from all the steam in the shower, on top of his arousal.

"You should've thought of that before you teased me, Misty," he says, cocking a brow. I bite my lip so that I don't scream. I grab Loki's wrist where he's holding the showerhead between my legs. He turns the dial on it that changes the setting to a gentler mist, and the water stops propelling so hard against my sensitive flesh. I try to keep his hand there, but he pulls the showerhead away abruptly and fits it back into the holder, pushing his hands through his hair one more time before turning the water off and stepping out. I stand there against the wall, still reeling and dripping wet.

"Are you serious?" I ask, half jokingly. Loki wraps his towel around his waist and turns around to smile at me; unfiltered mischief. He hands me my towel and I just stare at it.

"Get back in here and fuck me," I demand. Loki laughs. I try to grab his arm and he easily slips it out of my grasp. He looks me dead in the eyes with a pleasant smile on his face as he neatly tucks my towel back into the rack. I cross my arms and glare at him.

"You know, you're pretty sexy when you're agitated," Loki says before opening the bathroom door and leaving me there. Oh no he didn't! After several seconds, I realize that Loki isn't coming back, so I finish up in the shower and dry off. I intend to give him a piece of my mind when I walk into our bedroom. I find him rubbing in lotion, sitting naked on the bed. He smiles at me as I lunge towards him, pulling my towel off and throwing it on the nightstand. He laughs, but I can see that he's erect; he wasn't going to just leave me hanging, and I knew it deep down.

"You bastard," I snarl, feeling a pulsating heat surging through my veins and swelling between my legs. Loki stops rubbing lotion into his chest to wag a finger at me.

"That's no way to speak to your husb—"

Both my palms make contact with his chest and I shove him as hard as I can. Loki laughs and lies on his back as I mount him. I grip his member and direct it towards my opening. He exhales a passionate sigh and closes his eyes, tucking his hands under his head in a relaxed fashion. My walls strain when I try to fit him inside of me hastily and I wince amorously. Loki opens his eyes and gazes up at me with a crooked smile. I manage to engulf him a quarter of the way before I realize I'm not yet wet enough.

"Having trouble, ladybug?" Loki asks sweetly. He begins to sit up and I literally press my entire hand over his face, causing him to lie back down. He laughs beneath my palm and kisses it, which tickles me. I refrain from giggling.

"You lie there and think about what you've done," I say scoldingly. Loki laughs some more. I try again to allow him inside of me, sitting up where I straddle him, massaging my opening with his tip in attempts to generate more wetness. Loki's eyes feast upon the spectacle that is my heated body. He grins without teeth. I try yet again to take him in, which proves difficult, as I'm not used to being on top.

"Need help, baby?" Loki breathes. I glare down at him jokingly.

"Shhh! You're still in timeout," I snarl. Loki's smile never wanes. I stop trying to force myself open on him and throw my legs over to his side. I lean down and slip the head of his manhood into my mouth to get it wetter. Loki moans and I feel a hand reach up and claw my ass tightly. I laugh, muffled by his girth in my mouth, his hands brushing desperately up and down my back. I didn't usually blow him, but I knew he loved it when I did. I'm careful not to choke myself as I invite two or three inches of his shaft between my lips. Loki inhales sharply through gritted teeth.

"Mmmmm, I'll have to get myself into trouble with you more often," he explains, lifting up his head to marvel at my work. I place one hand on Loki's taut stomach and the other on his leg before sucking him hard a handful of times, coating his thickness with spit. He whimpers and the sound is music to my ears.

"Shit, Misty," Loki growls throatily. The fire intensifies between my legs, and the sound of Loki babbling arouses me further. Without even consciously thinking to do so, I start touching myself, grazing my clit to create friction. I glide my tongue harshly across Loki's head, earning the first drop of his salty pre-cum. I suck him hard again, turning my gaze to his face in time to watch his eyes roll closed, the force of my sucking causing me to draw his length further into my mouth.

"Shit, Misty," Loki curses again in a pithy exhale. I engulf him until the tip touches my throat lightly. And then I stop, releasing him entirely. Loki sits upon his elbows and looks at me in surprise, cocking a brow. His chest heaves a moment. I stop touching myself and smile at him. I wipe my mouth and start out of bed to get dressed.

"No!" Loki whines, and he sounds like a kid that's just licked their ice cream off the cone to cry about it falling on the ground. I watch his pale hands pleadingly grab my waist.

"P-please," he chatters, "I'm sorry—I'm sorry. I was just playing with you. Please fuck me," Loki begs passionately, planting such a hot kiss in the middle of my back that I pause to revel in the shivers it sends up and down the length of my spine. I turn around and push him back again. As I mount him, my arousal drips from between my legs and onto Loki's pelvis. He licks his lips with anticipation and fastens an iron grip on my waist.

"I know," I whisper cruelly. I guide him inside me with complete ease this time, moaning as my inner thighs make contact with Loki's skin. He sighs in relief, sinking comfortably into my cushiony tightness. I roll my hips forward, grinding on him so that my sensitive bud is stimulated just so. I begin moaning, and I catch a glimpse of the door, which is halfway open.

"Shit," I curse, and begin to get up; Logan's bedroom is just down the hall and I don't want to risk him hearing my soon-to-be passionate cries, mistake them for agony, and come running to mommy's rescue. Loki pulls me back down by my waist, pouting at me.

"The door is open," I breathe, tucking some hair behind my ear. Loki merely smiles at me, and with a wave of his hand, the door closes quietly. His magic could really come in handy at times. As I continue to work my waist, Loki inhales deeply before blowing up at my chest, causing the nipples to erect. I plant my hands on his strong chest for support and tilt my waist up, pausing a moment before grinding on him in an agonizingly slow manner. Loki knows that I'm not doing this to tease him, but to stimulate my swelling bud. His right hand slides up my stomach, stopping on my breast to massage it. I start grinding harder, a little faster. Loki's green eyes are wide with delight and arousal as he watches me, the pupils slowly dilating.

"That's it, honey. Take me deeper," he goads, the blood beneath his chest boiling to the surface. I begin to moan much louder, my palms heating and sweating all over his pallor.

"Look at that," Loki breathes, cupping both my breasts as they begin to bounce with my movements.

"Such a beautiful body, ladybug." Loki ogles me with utmost desire. He starts to thrust up between my legs sharply, tacitly asking me to fuck him harder. I acquiesce. Loki grips my hands, folding his fingers into mine. Supported by his grip, I let myself go wild. Loki grunts with anticipation, sporadically charging up between my thighs to meet my thrusts, and we begin to approach climax together. When I orgasm, Loki's upper body lifts up off the quilt slightly, his nose scrunching up, and his teeth baring in that familiar orgasmic expression. Our palms are sweaty on one another's, Loki gripping my hands tightly in the moment. Panting, I feel my walls closing around his girth, the muscles spasming gratefully. As he lies back down, cheeks glowing angelically, he's so beautiful that I can't bear to look away. I cup the back of Loki's head in my hands, his hair still damp from the shower. He's still inside of me, softening gradually when I lean down to kiss him. He smiles as I kiss his forehead, kissing my way down to his lips. Loki runs his hands up and down my body repeatedly.

"I like it when you make love to me," he says honestly, "It's cute and intense." He grins after I kiss his lips again and the blood rushes to my cheeks. I laugh, raising my waist slowly.

"No—not just yet," Loki begs, pulling me back down. He rolls over and rests on top of me in a loving embrace, until he's too soft to stay inside. Loki sits up after spending a number of minutes kissing me all over. I reach for my lotion on the nightstand and start putting it on. I hear Loki sigh contentedly and turn to find him slipping into his green, flannel pajama pants. He lies back in bed, his upper body resting against the headboard contentedly, hands tucked behind his head as he watches me get ready for bed.

"Yeah, I can't believe I didn't realize you were carrying again; your breasts are bigger than usual," he says honestly. I laugh and finish moisturizing my legs. Loki pulls the covers back in anticipation, preparing my usual spot on his right. I throw on an old t-shirt from my alma mater and slip into a pair of white PJ pants with red snowflakes on them. I grin and turn on the little TV which sits on one of the bureau tops to catch the evening news. I walk to the door to open it halfway; it's something Loki and I have become accustomed to doing, as Logan would often run into our bed in the middle of the night after a bad dream. He sometimes likes to creep in to wake us up on the weekends as well. I crawl into bed where Loki is waiting for me.

"I hate Mondays," I groan, pressing my face immediately into Loki's chest, sighing. He wraps both arms around me, and I can hear in the background the five-day weather forecast.

"Well, it's Sunday tomorrow, so we can both sleep in. Don't worry. If that Brittany harlot spews more lies about Logan, let me know so that I can send her a special delivery at the office. You know, like an ink bomb, some wasps, anthrax," Loki says, and while he speaks, I lift my head to gaze down on the frighteningly bright and cheerful smile on his face, his sharp features glinting in the lamp light. I laugh hesitantly; he had tripped Brittany without me even asking, and I'm fairly certain that he wouldn't have thought twice about murdering her.

"I'll keep you posted. I promise," I say. Loki pets my arm and back as I rest my head on his chest to watch the news. He makes a dissatisfied grumble and I feel his chest vibrate beneath my ear.

"Tsk, tsk, Midgardians are crazy," he says when a story finishes up about a man murdering his wife and unborn son.

"Well, if anything, the boy was spared the trouble of growing up with a degenerate for a father." As I gaze at Loki's face, it appears that he's speaking to himself. He reaches for the remote control on the nightstand and turns the TV off. Holding me tightly and possessively for a moment, Loki kisses my forehead soothingly. We turn on our sides and Loki snaps the lamp off before spooning me. I fall into a deep, dreamless, and satisfying sleep…