Hey lovely, beautiful readers! Here's a new chapter, it may be hit and miss the next month because this class is kicking my ass and I may have to get a tutor (hence less writing time). Thank you all for the reviews! And favs and follows! I hope you like this chapter it's a Bro chapter for sure, let me know what you guys think. It's 3am in Nebraska right now so I'll fix typos tomorrow, just wanted to get a chapter out for you guys :) Much love! Suggestions are ALWAYS welcome!

After spending nearly two weeks in Malibu, Loki was both happy and sad to leave the quiet beach house. The crashing of the ocean and warm sun was enough to lull him to sleep every afternoon, the heat was never too much, not like that of Asgard, it was comforting and he was pretty sure the baby enjoyed it as much as he did. His nerves spiked with the thought of returning. He knew he would be rejoining the social aspects of being on Midgard, namely sharing space with Tony's fellow Avengers. And also speaking with Thor, of which he had been dreading for weeks. Because even though Thor was far from book smarts, he certainly wasn't stupid. He would notice his ever growing bump and start asking questions.

"Lokes? You okay?" Tony's voice broke his deep thinking, the hum of the elevator spurring around them as they made it to the penthouse

"Yes, just a bit nervous to return home. I do believe you've spoiled me," he offered a grin that was warm and genuine.

"What's got you nervous?" Tony asked, concern lacing his voice as they entered the home, Tony was already setting down bags.

"Thor is still here, yes?"

Tony shrugged, "I think he might be, that a problem?" he stopped, "Oh, geez, babe, I almost forgot he doesn't know. Your mom didn't tell him?"

"She respects my wishes of privacy, I told her not to. Only a few people know, and he is rather that last person I would like to speak to." Loki frowned.

"Why? I think he'd be cool with it don't you think?"

"I'm not quite sure how he will react to be honest," Loki huffed, plopping down on the living room couch.

"I think he'd be completely cool with it, even happy, just…next time you see him just pull him aside and tell him what's up. I mean, he's gonna figure it out sooner or later, he isn't that stupid," Tony smirked.

"Yes, I suppose,"

The rest of the evening went by with little event, and Loki and Tony fell into their, as of late, usual routine. Dinner in bed, and movies. Loki was still getting tired in the evenings as it was and Tony found it prudent to just clump everything into one big bed. So despite his nerves, cradled in Tony's arms and with a full stomach that pleased their child he fell asleep with just as much ease as he'd found in the sun

Loki awoke to the baby kicking his bladder, and quite fervently too, inwardly he was scolding it with barrages of I know I know, I'm going, I'm going. He left Tony sleeping, snoring quite loudly, given that it was a Saturday he knew that at the moment there was nothing pressing, business wise that was. And since nothing was attacking the city, he was good to sleep as long as he wanted. After leaving the bathroom he headed towards the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind him softly. It was only when he heard his brother's boisterous voice did he freeze, stomach flip flopping.

"Brother!" Thor's baritone voice broke the quiet morning air, "You're awake, how are you feeling? Everyone told me you were resting in, what were they calling it? Malibu? I see that you've at the very least gained weight! My, quite a bit of weight,"

"Yes Thor I've been in Malibu," Loki grumbled, bypassing the discussion of his weight, his heart speeding up slightly.

"Are you well? I've been trying to contact you for days now, I have news to give you,"

"News?" Loki bore a steely expression as easily as one would breathe, "What news?" because it could be any number of things, things he did not wish to deal with at the moment. His hand rose swiftly to his belly without thought, and he found that this mannerism was becoming troublesome.

"Father has spoken to our people," Thor said, face obviously beaming with pride.

"W-What do you mean?" Loki managed to get out, brain still swimming with sleep.

"Father spoke before the people of Asgard, on your behalf, the pain you have endured and your loyalty to our realm," Thor lowered his voice, if only slightly, "He has exonerated you of your crimes, that they were not crimes at all Loki. I mean when you took the throne in Father's absence. He said he would make this right and he has."

Loki was gulping and his ears were ringing loudly, "I do not understand, why would he do such a thing?"

"As I said, he knew what he had to do…to make things right…"

Loki only realized he was shaking and possibly swaying when Thor took him by the bend of his elbow, "I understand not," he repeated.

"Loki," Thor was speaking low once more, "This is a good thing, don't you think? Father loves you…"

Loki smartly interrupted him, "It must be a trick, it must be…" he felt the soft surface of the couch and took a breath.

"This is no trick," Thor answered, "He explained the situation of his sleep, my bullheadedness, and your fall…your bravery…I would have told you sooner but I could not contact you. Are you ill?"

"No," Loki swallowed so hard it was audibly apparent, "I-I am not ill…"

"Was the trip merely for your nerves? I know you fell ill on Asgard, is it something to do with that? Mother told me very little, only that you would be alright. Is that why you were resting in Malibu?"

Loki's eyes watered up like large emerald pools, "Y-Yes,"

"What is it? You're frightening me," Thor's brow furrowed deeply, and he took both of Loki's delicate hands in his large ones.

"There is something…but I do not know how to tell you," his mind was already spinning at the thought that Odin actually publicly redeemed him. What would make him do something so hasty? And without consulting him? Why hadn't he come to him and spoke of his plans? He wasn't sure at all about the decision, he was much too floored at the idea of it. And he was, if anything, skeptical.

"Loki, you can tell me, you are sick, you look pale, I can tell something is wrong," Thor pressed, eyes now narrowed and without thinking had one hand pressing to Loki's forehead before resting to one cheek.

"You already think me strange, lesser than you…I-I do not know if I can tell you…" Loki trembled, one of his own hands instinctively removing the hand to his face, and standing up from the couch.

"I do not think you lesser than me, nor strange," Thor argued, following his brother into the kitchen where he was, more or less, fleeing, "Just tell me,"

"Mother truly did not say anything to you?" he asked, clenching and twisting his fingertips.

Thor shook his head, "She said nothing."

Loki took a breath, 'like a Band-Aid' as Tony liked to say, the baby delivered it's strongest kick yet that made him jump and flinch and blurt out, "I-I am…carrying a child. Tony's child."

Thor's face went blank, there was a long moment of silence before Thor spoke again, "Brother, surely you jest," he began, but Loki raised his sleep shirt and revealed the increasingly prominent bump Thor did something that resembled a gasp, eyes going wide as saucers.

"No, I do not jest," he growled, fixing his shirt and backing up, "Why would I make up such a thing?! I'm already anything but normal…frost giant runt, freak, monster,"

"Loki," Thor interrupted, "Stop this nonsense that you are a monster, is this true? A baby? Does mother know?"

Loki nodded, casting his eyes away, "Of course she does…so say what you must, say what you think."

Thor urged Loki's eyes forward, two fingers underneath his chin, "What did you think I would say?"

He managed to swallow the lump rising out of his chest, "That I lie…that I am a freak…"

"Brother," Thor scolded, crossing the space between them and embracing Loki's lithe frame.

Loki was not only shocked by the reaction but the gentleness of the embrace, "You aren't horrified?"

"Why would I be horrified?!" Thor laughed, "I am to be an Uncle! You would honor me that status, yes?"

Loki managed a trembling smile, blinking rapidly, "Y-Yes, of course, if you would have it…but I did not think…" he was engulfed in a careful hug once more.

"Of course I would! I shall bear it proudly! I see now why you did not tell me sooner, but you should have."

"Perhaps I should have, but I was leery with good reason," Loki added, "I hadn't a clue how you would react. I am happy to have been wrong with my assumptions."

"A baby, when, how long?"

"I am not sure, given that I am not any normal creature, but I have been carrying for a little over three months…from what I can tell…but again this isn't exactly something I'm familiar with."

"So this was your reasoning to obtain information on your Jotun heritage?"

Loki nodded, "The only reason, I wish not to contact them at all to be honest."

"You will cross that bridge when you get there," Thor gave a gentle smile, carefully embracing him once more, "And I am so very happy for you…and Tony. I cannot wait to meet the babe." And if Thor noticed that Loki, whose face was buried in Thor's shoulder, was crying softly, he wouldn't dare say one thing. What he would do was stroke his little brother's back, and pressing lips into his messy hair and was only happy that Loki was allowing him to express such affection. Thinking about his future niece or nephew had Thor grinning happily against the soft curls of his little brother's crown.

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