Logastellus: A person whose love of words is greater than their knowledge of words.
Thor absolutely cannot get enough of the small bump that has begun to swell Loki's slender frame, and is hard pressed to leave it alone for even a minute. Sleep offers no respite, either, and Loki often wakes up in the middle of the night to find Thor's fingers laced tightly over his belly.
"It - she - is beautiful," Thor proclaims, after Loki has told him that it will be a girl. Thor doesn't question that fact, and only presses kisses to Loki's belly and coos to his unborn daughter about how glorious she is. "Might we name her Beauty?"
"You want to name her Beauty," Loki says after a moment. Thor nods eagerly.
"Absolutely not."
"But why not?" Thor wants to know, and Loki slaps away his hands which have started to stray towards his belly again. "It is an accurate name."
"You have not even seen the child yet," Loki protests. "Most babies come out looking quite like potatoes. There is no reason why she will be any different."
"Potato?" Modi shouts from the general vicinity of their feet. Loki and Thor ignore it.
"I am sure she will be beautiful. She is your daughter, after all," Thor says, smiling gamely, and Loki feels a grin break out on his own face.
"Why, I do believe that was flattery," Loki says, laughing now in earnest, and Thor laughs along with him. "But I am still not naming our daughter Beauty."
"Lovely?" Thor wants to know a few weeks later, and Loki rolls his eyes and tells him that that isn't even a proper name.
"Precious."
"My precious!?" Modi shouts from the general vicinity of their feet. Loki tells both of them that he is definitely not naming their daughter/sister that. For a few reasons.
One being that Loki secretly had fears about some evil overlord who ruled with a bloodshot eye and had black riders with black Pegasii. But nobody was to know that.
"Gorgeous."
"It sounds like a stripper name," Loki says, and Thor begins to ask him when he has ever been in contact with strippers, before Loki shushes him and asks him when he will run out of synonyms.
Thor looks at him sheepishly. "That's it," he says. "That is all I had the time to memorise before the shoppe owners kicked me out of the bookstore. Disrupting the peace, they said I was turning the pages too violently."
Loki briefly wonders exactly how this is possible, but then again, this is Thor.
"Charming," Loki begins, "bewitching, alluring, exquisite, fascinating," he ticks them off on his fingers as Thor watches in awe, "dazzling, radiant, pulchritudinous."
Thor smiles and draws Loki into his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek and listening to Loki's words.