Asgeir means sword of god if anyone was wondering.

Jane smiled down at her sleeping son as she and Thor walked through the empty hallways, heading to Loki's cell. She couldn't believe that he was finally here; after carrying him in her womb for almost nine months, after the morning sickness, the swelling feet, the heartburn, the restless nights, the aches and pains, she was finally holding her son in her arms. Suddenly everything she had to go through was worth it. Jane knew for her son she would go through heaven and hell for, do anything to protect him, care for him, love him. He, along with Thor, meant everything to her.

"Brother, we have come to visit you," Thor called as they entered Loki's room.

Loki looked up from the book he was reading, a small smile on his lips. He was glad Thor and Jane were able to visit him; he was secretly excited to meet his nephew. "It seems I have more visitors than usual," Loki replied, his eyes landing on small bundle in Jane's arms.

"Indeed, there are," Thor said proudly as he opened the cell door. "Jane gave birth to our babe last night."

"Congratulations to you both," Loki said, clasping Jane's hand gently in his. "Should you be walking around so soon, Lady Jane?"

"Yes, I'm alright; I just can't stay on my feet too long," Jane answered.

Loki nodded in understanding. "So have you brought my niece or my nephew to visit me?"

"We've brought your nephew to come meet you," Jane replied, turning the sleeping baby slightly so Loki could look at him.

"What have you named him? Have you given him a Midgardian name or an Asgardian name?"

"We have named him Asgeir," Thor said happily, his eyes focused on his son.

"Sword of god, a good name," Loki replied. "He resembles you very much, Thor."

"I told you so," Jane said, smiling at her husband.

"Do you believe so, Brother? I thought he resembled Jane more," Thor replied.

"He has Lady Jane's hair without a doubt, but his brow and chin," Loki answered, stretching a finger to brush against Asgeir's cheek, but pulling away at the last moment.

"Would you like to hold him?" Jane asked, noticing Loki's movement.

"W-what? No, no I'm fine, thank you," Loki replied, his surprise causing him to trip over his words. 'Where is your silver tongue now, Loki?' he thought. 'Why would Lady Jane want me to hold her child? I'm the monster mothers tell their children about; I've tried to destroy two different worlds.'

"Nope, I won't take no for an answer," Jane said, leaning forward in her seat. "Asgeir is your nephew; you're going to have to hold him at some point."

"Jane is right, Brother. You would make a poor uncle indeed if you did not hold your nephew," Thor agreed.

Loki gulped, looking down at his nephew. He wanted to be a good uncle. He failed at being a good prince to Asgard, failed at being a good son, failed at being a good brother. But maybe he could still be a good uncle to Asgeir; maybe he could get something right for once. "I…I don't know how to hold him," Loki said softly. Asgeir looked so small, so fragile, sleeping in Jane's arms; he didn't want to accidently hurt him.

"It is quite easy, Brother. You simply hold your arms like this," Thor said, forming a cradle with his arms, "and be sure to support Asgeir's head."

"That's all there is to it," Jane said in agreement as Loki looked at her for confirmation. "Are you ready?"

Loki nodded, feeling his heart beat a bit faster. He took a deep breath, positioning his arms as Jane leaned forward, gracefully transferring the baby from her arms to his. Loki moved his left arm slightly, cushioning Asgeir's head and neck. 'This is…nice,' Loki thought as he held Asgeir close to his chest. Asgeir was small in his arms, his body light as a feather. Loki could feel the warmth coming from Asgeir's skin, penetrating the constant cold Loki felt due to his Frost Giant heritage. He looked closer at his nephew, his eyes drinking in his features. Asgeir's little body was swaddled in a light blue cloth that felt as soft as a cloud, no doubt the same type of cloth Frigga had swaddled him and Thor in as children; Loki still had a small blanket of the cloth. Asgeir's head was lightly covered with brown hair, the exact same shade as Jane's hair. He had long eyelashes that seemed to brush his cheeks. His cheeks were round and his nose was small, more likely a trait from Jane's family than Thor's. His lips reminded him vaguely of Frigga's, of the good night kisses she would give him when he was younger. Loki thought he was absolutely perfect.

Loki gasped slightly as Asgeir's eyes opened slowly; worried he had done something to wake the child. He waited for him to start crying, to realize Loki was a monster that could not be trusted, that should be feared. But no cries came. Loki looked into Asgeir's eyes, the same shade of blue that Thor's were, and smiled. Asgeir's eyes were not full of fear or judgment; they were utterly relaxed, trusting of Loki. 'Much like his father,' Loki thought.

"Lady Jane, Asgeir has awakened," Loki said.

"Oh he's gonna get hungry in a minute and start crying," Jane replied as Loki handed Asgeir to her.

"Jane tells me that all Asgeir will do for the next few weeks is eat and sleep. He is my son indeed," Thor laughed. "Brother, we shall take our leave now so Jane may nurse Asgeir, but we shall all return again so your nephew may see you once again."

"I will await your next visit then," Loki replied. "Lady Jane, you and Asgeir be of care; Thor, be sure to watch over them."

"I always shall," Thor said, smiling at Loki as they turned to leave. "Till we meet again, Brother."

Loki waited until the door shut behind them, picking up one of his books. "Till we meet again, Brother," he said softly.

Uncle Loki gives me fangirl feels. Reviews please. Next chapter: meeting the avengers!