A/N: WHOOOT pumping out them chappies.
Chapter Two:
As the screams of his beloved filled the air, one lone god hung his head and ran tired fingers through tangled blonde hair. His head shot up, cerulean eyes wide with worry and hope as he followed the Midgardian doctor, his friend Banner, to the medical room.
"Brother! Brother! Are you alright? How are you fairing? Is the medical man treating you well?" the questions gushed from his mouth, all the worry that was bottled inside him exploding in one big torrent.
"Honestly, Thor, I'm not your brother, we have proved that have we not? And I'm doing-" the younger was cut off with a loud gasp before he could continue. "doing just fine. Our baby is newborn, should you not be more concerned for its health than mine own?"
"I care for you both." Thor answered, feeling rather stupid then. He reached out his hands for the child, but Banner slapped them away with a stern look. "Only the mother should hold him first."
Thor gave a resigned, kicked puppy look but retreated, watching as Loki tenderly held out his arms for the baby. "What unusual eyes our child has. Look at the ripple pattern, what does this mean?"
The god of thunder and sad-eyes tromped over to look, his own bright blue eyes looking at his child. "I see what you are referring to. Doctor Banner, is this normal?" Thor straightened to look at the mortal.
"Well, uhm. No, actually, his eyes should have been Loki or your own eye color. Maybe even Odin's, but..." the man seemed to be at a loss for words.
The trickster frowned in concern, watching as his babe cried softly, holding him close to his chest. "...I will research it later. Meanwhile, Thor you oaf, come and console your child."
A/N: Well, I hope you kinda get it?