A/N:
Hey guys, I'm in need of your help. I have a few ideas and I need your help deciding between a few things.
1: Should they have a boy or a girl?
2: Should it be born having more of Steve's aspects as in (human looking and whatever else goes along with being Steve) or More of Loki's aspects (frost giant and the possibility of growing up to be much larger than the two) Or a healthy mixture of the two (examples?)
3: Name ideas?
Post your answers in the review section. I think that's all I really needed help on for now, If I come up with more, I'll let you know.
Natasha held two cups of coffee in her hands as she made her way hastily down the hall. She rounded the corner, but stopped suddenly when something caught her attention. Listening carefully, she slowly followed the soft sound, which sounded almost like weeping. Approaching with caution, she was shocked to see Lonna, sitting in the hall, her knees pulled to her chest. She appeared to be watching the stars just outside the large, floor to ceiling window.
Natasha held her breath, but she knew it was no use. She hadn't even tried to sneak up on her. Just as the thought passed, Lonna shot her attention towards Natasha, then quickly wiped her eyes. "Hey," she squeaked.
Natasha kept her distance, unsure what Lonna was playing at. It was no surprise that Natasha was hesitant to trust anyone, in fact it took most people a long time to earn her trust, not that anyone could blame her. Loki was by no means at the top of her list of people to trust, but when she saw Lonna, wiping away tears, she was struggling to believe that Lonna may actually be upset about something. Even so, Natasha kept her distance, and gave a slight upward nod, "Hi."
Lonna looked back out the window, hugging her knees as if Natasha wasn't even there. Sucking in a sharp breath she pulled a tissue from her sleeve and blew her nose, before continuing to stare out the window.
Natasha shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the whole situation. She decided to pry in a bit, so taking to the floor, she sat near her, but just out of arms reach, "Do...you want to talk about it?"
Lonna clicked her tongue, then looked to Natasha, her green eyes, surrounded by the red puffy skin. "Honestly, I don't know why I'm crying," she said.
Natasha rose a suspicious brow, but didn't let on, "No offense, but It's hard to believe, you of all people would be sitting alone in a hall, blubbering like a child."
Lonna sucked in a sharp breath, "I know right?" she wiped her eyes again. "I'm usually really good about keeping it all bottled up, but I just find myself so upset and I don't even know why. At least I changed how I looked so it would seem more natural," she added. "I haven't even told him yet," she sobbed. "I think that explains why I'm so upset."
Natasha leaned forward slightly, "Told who what?" she prodded.
"You're intelligent," Lonna admitted, "I know it was no secret. He's not exactly the go to guy for a poker face," she smirked.
Natasha frowned, "Are you talking about Steve?"she asked. "You're referring to the little crush he had on...you...when you were just Lonna, right? Before we found out the truth."
Lonna nodded, "It's no secret I toyed with his emotions," she shook her head, shame crossing her face. "I lead him on and I had no idea how gullible he would be." Lonna sucked in another sharp breath. "I'm such a terrible person," she shook her head, closing her eyes once more.
Natasha furrowed her brows, "Loki, what did you do?" she demanded.
Lonna took a deep breath, then let it out slowly as her body shifted back to Loki. He turned his head to face her, "I've been alive a lot longer than anyone in this realm, yet I've made so many mistakes and never do I seem to learn from them. Thor was right, I need to learn how to be more careful. It's too late this time, but maybe I'll learn my lesson for once."
"Loki," Natasha repeated.
Loki swallowed and turned his head back towards the window. "I never thought it would be that easy," he admitted, "I was sure it would take much longer to trick him into falling for Lonna, but I invited him to the bar anyway, despite knowing neither of us could get drunk." Loki glanced to Natasha, making sure she was on the same page. The look on her face said enough, "he invited me back to his place and beer or not, we both acted as if we were. One thing lead to another and I," Loki sighed, "I'm such a fool."
"Loki, what'd you do?" Natasha pleaded once more.
"Unlike those of you who reside in Midgard, my people can do quite a bit more than your people. Performance wise, among other things. Things I tend to forget about...in the moment. I haven't told Steve yet, because, I think everything would be better off if he doesn't know, but...I...I'm," tears streaked his cheeks, "I'm pregnant," he admitted.
Natasha's jaw all but hit the floor. She gawked at him for the longest time, unsure what to say or how to respond. The only thing that came from her mouth was a long squeak that never seemed to end.
"Have I broken the master assassin?" Loki asked, his tone dry.
Natasha shook her head and leaned against the wall, "I mean, I had a feeling there had been something going on between you two at the beginning, just how he looked at you. That long wanting stare, waiting to be seen yet unnoticed at the same time. You caught his eye the moment he saw you." Natasha examined Loki, considering every flex and change of facial expression. "Why haven't you told him?"
Loki leaned against the wall as well, stretching his legs out. Natasha eyed him for a moment, never realizing how tall the man was. Sure she'd been face to face with him before, but she was professional then and didn't take the time to admire his height. "I've tried," Loki responded, "twice actually, but both times he was too busy. I want to, but," he shook his head, "I don't know if I can."
Natasha traced her eyes over his body, reading him as she read anybody. Even in what he considered casual Asgardian attire, he still appeared quite thin and showed no hint of weight gain, "How...far are you?" she asked.
Loki stared into her eyes for a moment before speaking, "I know you don't believe me, but it will be a while still until it's noticeable. It was that first day that you guys met me, so two, almost three months now. At my build and considering my origin, it will be a bit longer until I'll really put on some weight."
"Ah," Natasha responded. "How long do Asgardian pregnancies last?"
"Considering I'm not really of Asgard, makes your question irrelevant, however, since I know little about my Jötun heritage, I wouldn't really know the answer. Each of my children before where born at different intervals, so it's always just a surprise to me."
Natasha didn't even want to get into a conversation about the fact that this wouldn't be his first child or what happened to the others, if she even believed him. For the first time in a long time, her face gave her away.
"I don't expect you to believe me," he chuckled, reaching into his pocket. "Nor do I trust you'd believe this," he added, handing her the sonogram. "At least not for another few months."
Natasha accepted the photo and looked at it. It surly looked real. She ran her thumb over the picture and examined it at several angles. The photo was real, but it didn't prove that it was his.
"Why did you sit with me?" Loki asked. Natasha opened her mouth then closed it again. Honestly, she wasn't sure what compelled to sit with a man she despised. "You should probably deliver your coffee before it gets too cold," Loki suggested.
Natasha watched him for a bit longer, then handed the photo back to him. Rising to her feet, she picked up her coffees and continued onward, down the hall.
"Please don't tell him," Loki called out to her, just before she disappeared down another hall. Natasha froze in her steps, momentarily, but didn't look back. After a brief moment, she left.
Loki didn't bother staying any longer after that moment, in fact he went straight home. Not his home exactly, but Steve's home. Something kept calling him back to that place. It felt more right, more inviting, more like home. Surly more like home then the bleak thing SHIELD put him up in.
He looked around the apartment, taking in every detail. It was retro yet modern. The perfect balance for the Captain out of time. Loki made his way to Steve's bedroom, removing the leather and thick aristocratic fabric until he was down to nothing but his pants. Crawling into Steve's bed, he pulled the covers over his body and breathed deeply. It didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep. What felt like moments later, he felt strong arms embrace him, pulling him close.
Loki opened his only to find himself staring at Steve's bare chest. The heat rushed through him so fast, he wasn't even aware of his own advances on Steve's body. Steve let out a soft groan, laying as he was, actually giving Loki full control of his body. Loki watched him with half lidded eyes as he groped Steve's quick growing arousal.
Loki rolled Steve onto his back, crawling on top of him as he grind against him. Steve let out soft moans, as he pulled Loki's face to his own. Loki moaned into Steve's mouth and sat up. He scooted down Steve's body, and pulled the hard shaft from his boxers, taking it into the wet depths of his mouth.
Steve curled in his bottom lip, chewing on it as he watched Loki work. He rolled his body into Loki's throat, unable to control his need, causing some choking. Steve reached down to run his fingers through Loki's hair, who then proceeded to pull the shaft from his mouth and remove Steve's boxers, then worked at removing his own. Steve sat up, and helped Loki undo his pants, but froze slightly at the sight of Loki's own shaft, staring him in the face. He looked up at Loki, bewilderment and fear filling his eyes.
Loki gave his signature grin, down at the man, running his fingers through Steve's hair, never breaking eye contact, "Well?"
Steve swallowed and looked back at the shaft. He kind of brought it on himself, literally, but as it stared him in the face, he wasn't all that sure what to do with it.
Loki chuckled and grasped his own shaft, "It's really not all that hard...well it is, but you know what I mean," he chuckled. Jokingly, he jiggled it in front of Steve's face, watching his cheeks turn three shades of red. "Just do to me what you'd want me to do to you," he said.
Steve licked his lips, then looked back up at Loki once more, before gently grasping the shaft and guiding it slowly into his mouth. After some choking and gagging, Steve seemed to be getting the hang of it. Not that Loki would complain, he was trying to focus on not reaching his end too soon. He pulled himself from Steve's mouth, then bent down to kiss him.
"Get onto your knees," Loki whispered, huskily into Steve's ear.
"Wha?" Steve asked in a dreamy state. He wiped the corners of his mouth and licked his lips.
"Turn around," Loki hissed, "turn around and get on your knees," the crooked smile spreading across his face.
Steve was a bit worried, but did as was asked of him. He wasn't usually one to conform, but there was something about Loki that made him feel dumb and have the need to do as he was told. Knowing what was to come, he got on his hands and knees until Loki pushed his head into the pillow. Steve groaned in anticipation of what was to come, but he didn't expect the fingers. First two, slowly and carefully, then a third. He moaned, clutching the pillow, "What are you doing?" he huffed.
Loki leaned into Steve's back, speaking in a lustful tone, "Warming you up. I need you to be able to take it," he snickered. Loki thrust his fingers harder into Steve, forcing out a moan. When he thought Steve was ready, he retracted his fingers, then thrust himself with the other man. Steve groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but soon became a cadence of pure bliss until they both reached their end in ecstasy.
Loki pulled himself from within Steve then lay down beside him. Steve slowly stretched himself out on the bed, smiling lazily at the man laying beside him. "So that was different," he sighed, content.
Loki watched him, his heart racing, knowing what had to happen next. Now was as good as ever a time to say it. Preferably before he fell asleep. Loki frowned, running his fingers through his hair. "Hey, Steve?"
Steve was adjusting his pillow, to get more comfortable, before looking at Loki, "Yeah?"
"Remember... when we first met, I mean me as Lonna and we went to that bar and then stuff happened?" Loki started, sheepishly.
Steve watched him for a moment, trying to decipher what he might be getting at, but it was no use, the man was a puzzle, all around, "Yeah," he said.
"There's something you need to know about that night," Loki said.
"I think I've figured out you're really a man," Steve smirked.
Loki returned the smile, but it was half hearted, "I'm...pregnant," he said, blurting it out as if ripping it off like a band-aid.
Steve chuckled, "Funny," he replied.
Loki frowned, "Despite my usual tendencies, I'm actually being serious," Loki replied, "I'm really pregnant. There's a life growing inside me."
A/N: Wuuuuut?! Another chapter? Hope you guys enjoy this one. ;3