Dada
Summary: To Loki his three children that Thor given to him are precious gifts before being sent off away from the palace where he finds his four other children each a bit older and none the less happy to see them. He has his children and be enough. Even with the one on the way hidden by his gown as Thor's last and parting gift.
Warning: Au, Post Mpreg, Mpreg, daddy! Loki, Loki's children, mention slash
Loki walks with his held eye holding on his princess Zisa, Magnus, and Forseti while Odin glares at his back. He can hear his mother Frigga asking her husband to reconsider while Thor is away. It been only a matter of time before the All-father did this.
"Dada?" The triplets look at him with wide feared filled eyes.
He smiles at Zisa taking her father's blond hair with his eyes than his sons with his hair and Thor's eyes greets his. He whispers, "We'll be fine."
No one dares to speak to the newly banished Loki. Hush whispers and comments behind him and around. He isn't listening. It's not their need to know of his life. How he could bear more children. He growls silently not to startle his three precious gifts Thor given him. He feels tears about to fall. It's worse as the triplets are about to have another sibling later on in the months to come.
"Father," The smooth young voice of Jormungand greets his ears making Loki to look up.
Ahead of them is his other three no four children. Hela smiles running to him and hugs him and her youngest siblings. Her features beautiful despite the others behind hisses. She glares at the before ignoring the other strangers around just watching Loki and his creepy children to scoop up Forseti who giggles.
Fenrir taking his human form with shaggy blackish silver hair and amber eyes grins sticking his tongue at Zisa making her coo happily before with permission takes his sister. Jormungand a slim young boy with brunette hair and green eyes smiles at Loki scooping up the last while Sleipnir mostly stuck as an eight legged young horse is a gangly teenager with a hint of a goatee forming.
"Hey mom," Sleipnir greets for them all. "We are coming with you too."
"Thank you." Loki whispers gathering all his children hugging.
For now life be harsher and different. Despite the hidden bump a small thump makes a tiny wince. He has his children. Even if Thor will come and may stay it be hard. He has his children and it be great none the less.