It's been three long years. But finally have chapter 3 up! The 4th and last will be posted tomorrow Sunday. This probably won't get much attention. But here's hoping. Thank you for reading, Reviews much appreciated!
Dirty, tired, and now a bit hungry, Loki trudged forward. Noticing an odd torn like striation ahead of him. As if it was suspended from nothing. A bright light poured from it, it reminded him of the rips in the timeline he'd see on occasion. He squinted his eyes, nearing the blinding light. Noticing the warmth on his face and arms intensify with every step. Taking a final step, the light engulfed him, essentially sucking the Frost Giant into yet another timeline.
He opened his eyes, lowering his hand hand previously used as a shield. He couldn't believe it, he was back in Asgard. However, something was off. Loki peered down to realize. His midsection now noticeably larger. In the time it took to blink, an unforgiving contraction rippled through his body, bringing him to his knees. "No, no, dammit. Not yet" he hissed. The odd striation must have been a rip in the timeline. Causing him to leap exactly 3 weeks ahead, his son's due date.
The transport, it seemed, had landed him thankfully just enough on the outskirts of Asgard. No disembodied voices, the Asgardians, nor the Minutemen, would come looking for him here. It resembled Heaven with its mists and hauntingly beautiful drone-like sounds. Given he was nothing like a mortal human, Frost Giant births were known to transpire fairly quickly. Loki was hopeful his son would arrive soon, lest on the off chance he was captured by Thor's soldiers.
The God of Thunder slammed his eyes shut, giving into his body's tired demands to get on all fours to better facilitate the birth. Feeling the perineum gradually dilate. Tears stung his eyes, inadvertently shouting out in pain. As the reverbing echos rang back in his ears. His eyes then swiftly darted around, scanning the area like a prey animal awaiting its fate from the predator. Still silence, He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief.
Only a couple minutes had passed, he could already feel his son's head crowning. Unfortunately for him, even mighty Frost Giants and Thunder Gods were not immune to the immense pains of childbirth. His ragged body telling him to push again, for what seemed like the millionth time. Carefully, he then maneuvers himself into a splayed sitting position. This somehow hastening the birth even more now.
The agonizing burning sensation he felt had finally lifted. Unbelievably, the baby's head now was entirely out. Now, just to pass the shoulders and get enough of a firm grasp to guide him the rest of the way out. He panted heavily, thoroughly exhausted. Another push, blindly feeling for the tops of his son's shoulders. Covered in an unpleasant fluid, initially causing his fingers to recoil.
He banishes his petty reactions and grabs a firm grip with both hands. Along with his abdominal muscles still contracting, he was able to pull his son out entirely. His head falling back in sheer exhaustion. Ears now taking in his baby's beautiful cries, his tiny lunges getting their first breath of air.
His jet black hair fell in sweat-dampened strings in front of his face. A tired chuckle escaping his lips, as he lovingly brought his squirmy, boisterous newborn to his chest. The baby was swaddled in a light ashen grey jacket he had worn over his tan prison jumpsuit. Feeling a tear escape and slide down the side of his face, looking into the big beautiful, greenish blue eyes of his newborn son. Faint wisps of jet black hair, just like his daddy. He was practically rendered speechless. Brushing a delicate index finger over his adorable cherubic cheek.
"Hello, my sweet boy. Welcome to the world"
He smiled, placing a delicate kiss on his tiny forehead. It felt as though nothing could ruin this moment. Except for the sounds of Loki's soldiers steadily approaching in the distance.