"How are you doing," Natasha came into the Livingroom as you were reading.

"Drank some ginger ale," you lifted your legs so Natasha could sit and put your legs on top of hers. "Seems to help a bit."

"Do you think you'll go back to Asgard," Natasha asked as she started playing with your pant's fabric.

"I don't know," you sighed, putting a bookmark in-between the pages and setting the book on the coffee table. "I am worried about what Odin will do if I just. . . show up. And then there's my mentor.."

"Right," Natasha nodded. "The Ein-hen-jar?"

"Einherjar," you corrected. "But yes. He never came to see me when I was in the dungeon. Can't say I blame him though."

You sat in your cell, your food left untouched.

"You didn't eat again," the guard assigned to you huffed, taking the food and glaring at it.

"Just take it and go," you sighed, leaning against the back wall. You had given up on everything.

"Whatever," the guard handed it to a maid that had followed him in. "At least the Einherjar is too busy to see his young protégé in such a sorry state."

"I said go," you hissed, your magic sparking around you. Since you stopped eating, your magic became harder to control.

"You know what," the guard took the tray away from the maid and threw it at you. Your magic blocked some but most of the food and the tray it was on hit you in the head.

The maid scurried in and picked up the tray, avoiding your gaze, and hurried back out. The guard laughed and relocked your cell before walking away. You finally let the tears fall, the most information you got was that Loki was seeing the healers. You could only pray that he would make it through. You had been in the cell for over a week now and besides from the guard or the maids being you food, no one came.

Not even you parents. Though they were still under the impression that you were not no longer your child. Though if Loki hadn't broke the familiar relationship between you, your parents would have disowned you. Starting to smell the food on your body, you concentrated on your magic and cleaned yourself off and disposed of the matter. You only hoped that your execution would end you before you lack of appetite did.

"Y/N," Natasha's hand on your hand brought you back and you flinched away from her. "Are you okay?"

You touched where Natasha was reaching for you and felt something wet on your cheek.

"Sorry," you rubbed the tears away from your face. "These pregnancy hormones are making me so emotional."

"Misunderstandings and ass-kissing," Natasha laughed and moved down the couch and started to massage your feet.

"What?"

"Isn't that how the saying goes," she paused for a second, raising an eyebrow. "Misunderstandings and ass-kissing?"

"Oh," you and Natasha laughed. "You know you don't have to."

"I want to," Natasha smiled at you. "You're like my sister."

You smiled at Natasha, tears threatening to fall again. You and Natasha had grown close during your time and you loved her more everyday. She stayed up with you several nights when you were playing Loki's guard to keep you company and listened to you when you just need to an ear to listen to your rantings. You two had grown close enough that she told you things about herself that she would never tell to a stranger. She truly was your best friend and you were glad she was here for you.

"Do you ever wish you could have kids," you asked, Natasha stopping again, her hands retracting from your feet.

"Sometimes," she finally said. "But with what I've done. . . It might be the best. Besides, being an aunt is better."

"How so?"

"Whenever I want to take care of some kids I can babysit and give their parents a break and when they get on my nerves I can just give them back," Natasha laughed, though you knew she was hurting inside.

"Well," you moved your feet off the couch and scooting next to Natasha to hug you. "You're going to be the best aunt to whatever is making me empty my stomach all the time."

"Oh yea," Natasha cracked her knuckled. "I'll be teaching them how to kill a man by the time they're six."

"Six?" You looked at her surprised. "An Asgardian knows how to take down a person at age four!"

"But do they actually do it?" Natasha asked, mischief hiding in her smile.

"Some do," you half-heartedly defended your statement, you and Natasha laughing again.

"You're gonna make a great mom," Natasha leaned her head against your shoulder.

"I hope so," you kissed the top of her head.

"I know so," Natasha took hold of your hand. "I mean, look at how you take care of you boyfriend."

"He's more mature than a baby," you laughed, Natasha's eyes questioning you. "He is!"

"Maybe more mature than a two week year old," Natasha laughed.

"You give me too much credit," Loki walked into the Livingroom with a glass of ginger ale. He handed the glass to you as he sat on your other side.

"Careful," Natasha lifted your hand and gave it a quick kiss. "I might impress her with my maturity and steal her from you."

"Now that makes me worry," Loki laughed and gave you a kiss on the head.

"Children," you spoke after sipping some of your drink. "I love you both equally. . . But she is my favorite."

"Hah!" Natasha cheered and pulled to into her arms, Loki pretending to look hurt. "I win!"

"Yes yes," Loki laughed. "If we have a female, we will name her 'Natasha'."

"What?" Natasha stopped and looked to between you and Loki.

"That's actually a good idea," you pulled away from Natasha and kissed Loki on the cheek, noticing him smiling mischievously at Natasha. "Why hadn't I thought about that?"

"Because you're too busy making the little one," Loki pulled you into your arms as he pushed his back against the arm of the couch, your feet finding Natasha's lap again.

"Are you guys serious?" Natasha's mind was still trying to comprehend what Loki had said.

"Do you have another suggestion for a girl's name," you asked, leaning against Loki.

"Well. . . I mean. . . But. . . " Natasha's face was switching between joy, concern, and shock and you couldn't help but giggle at the display. "Are you sure?"

"Why not?" you smiled, offering your hand to her which she took. "I can't think of a better name for a child."

"What's if it's a boy?"

"Nathaniel is an option," Loki suggested. "Though I am quite fond of Thomas."


"I'm not going," you called back to Thor as he followed you to the training room.

"If anything happens, you'll have Loki and me there to get your out," Thor begged.

"Loki and I, your majesty," you walked to the equipment wall and picked up the practice batons.

"Should you be doing that," Thor paused his attempt to convince you to go to Asgard. "Will the baby be fine?"

"The baby is smaller than a grain of rice," you began to stretch slightly and took your place in the center of the mat.

"And yet you're already considered naming it after Natasha," Thor huffed, you couldn't help but laugh at his pouting.

"If there is another Thor, you might lose your hammer to a baby," you calmed your breathing and began running through your drills. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Thor was considering what you said.

"A baby wouldn't be able to lift Mjolnir," Thor laughed, though his laugh was unsure.

"Of course," you gave him a wink as you moved. "I'm still not going."

"Nothing is going to happen," Thor whined.

"If I go on the Bifrost, I'm going to lose my stomach," thinking about it, your stomach began to turn. "Besides, I don't know if the baby will survive the journey."

"The Bifrost is perfectly safe," Thor defended.

"Traveling lightyears through space at the speed of light is completely safe for a clump of cells that may not actually develop into a viable pregnancy" you faltered slightly in your movements, you began to realize the expectation you had place on something that some would call a parasite.

"It's an Asgardian," Thor stated. "They are bred to survive."

"It's also half Jotun," you reminded him and he quieted down. You started your breathing exercises and tried to focus on something else. Your mind would wonder into what-is scenerios.

What if we're called on a mission and I miscarry?

What if it has a birth defect?

What if assassins are sent to kill me before I can give birth?

What if Loki doesn't want to be a father?

What if I'm not ready to be a mother?

What if. . . .

"Time for a break," Loki's words scared you and you nearly hit him if he hadn't dodged. "Careful! Where were you."

Your breathing was erratic and you started to take deep breathes to try and calm down.

"Sorry."

"Misunderstandings and ass-kissing, love," Loki grabbed the batons out of your hands and walked with you to the benches. "Thor told me you were unsure about the baby."

"I've seen many Midgardian women have miscarriages throughout the years," you began to explain. "Plus the child is half Jotun and half Asgardian. . . I'm scared."

"I've known of several Asgardian women who gave birth to healthy children," Loki tried to comfort you.

"But were any of them half something else?"

"Well. . . Not Jotun, no." Loki admitted but turned to look you in the eyes. "But if the little one has any of your blood pumping through them, they'll be just fine."

"If they got any of you, they can survive anything," you smiled at Loki, silently thanking him for calming you down some.

"That's the spirit," Loki kissed you on your forehead and began kissing you down your face until reaching your lips. The gentleness became deeper and you yearned for more.

He pulled you closer and lowered the two of you on the bench, with him on top. You were swept away from the electricity racking your body with desire as his tongue and his hands began to explore.

"Woah," Thor yelled, and Loki broke away from you. You looked to see the door closing being Thor, realizing that he had left at some point during your drills. "Put a sock on the door or something next time."

"It wasn't exactly planned," Loki's cheeks turned pink as he helped you to sit back up. You felt your own cheek flare as you adjusted the t-shirt you were wearing over your sports bra.

"Then you're feeling better?" Thor asked, directing his attention to you, his own face red as a ruby. "You were getting pretty intense for awhile there."

"So you got Loki?" You looked at Loki and he nodded. "Thank you."

"Any for my sister-in-law," Thor laughed and you smiled with him.