Baby
When the baby was finally born, Loki surged in to see Natasha but was stopped by the nurse. "Don't you want to see your new daughter first?"
Before he could resist, a cloth-wrapped bundle was pressed into his arms. Holding the baby at arm's length, Loki looked at the child. Her face was as red as a tomato, and her mouth opened up for a long, loud howl. "Are you certain she's quite all right? Do all babies look like this?" He was appalled.
The nurse narrowed her eyes at him. "This is a perfectly healthy child," she insisted.
From the bed, Natasha laughed weakly. "I'm told they get cute later on."
"Oh." Loki quickly handed the bundle back to the nurse as the baby's cries reached ear-splitting level. "And do they always make so much noise?"
"That never ends," the nurse retorted smugly.