"Are you ready to find out if we're having a little prince or princess?" Loki asked as he placed his hands on Asta's shoulders as she brushed her hair.

"More than ready!" She sat the brush down and frowned. "I just wish I could do this on my own. I hate that my powers are all wonky because of this."

Loki smiled a bit. "'Wonky,' my love? You've been hanging around Peter for too long."

Asta gave a little laugh in spite of herself. "Yes, I suppose that one did come from him."

"And as for your powers, if I could string up Odin, I would do so in a heartbeat."

"Loki, I've told you that this isn't really his fault."

"Perhaps not entirely, but if he would have just given you any time to formally learn after receiving your powers, then this wouldn't be an issue now. Instead he just cast you off to Midgard without any regard to how you needed to learn. It's a disgrace. Any other god or goddess would have been given proper esteem and—"

Asta stood and put her hands on his face. "Mischief, calm down. Yes, my powers probably still aren't as developed as they could be because they were stunted and untrained, but let's not forget that this baby's father is one of the most powerful sorcerers ever seen in this realm or any other. His powers are likely interfering and causing my issues."

Loki smirked. "So it's my fault then?"

"Yes. You and your ridiculously powerful magic."

"That's not fair stroking my ego, darling."

"Hey, a girl's gotta start somewhere! Now, let's get going."

Branka met them at the door. "Hello, your majesties! Are we ready to see the little one today?"

Asta happily hopped onto the table. "Yes! And we need to end the speculation on boy or girl!"

Branka helped Asta lean on the pillows. "And what does Mama guess?"

"Solidly on team boy."

"And Dada?"

"I have suspicions of boy as well. But if Asta is thinking boy, then I can only agree with her expertise."

"Well, then, let's find out." Branka waved her hands over Asta's middle and the familiar purple mist appeared. Only now, the color began to change and finally settled on a beautiful blue color. "Well, it looks like we'll be seeing your son today!"

"A boy," Asta sighed.

"Is that what you hoping for?" Branka asked as she got the larger scanning machine.

"I have no preference whatsoever. I'm just happy to know!"

Branka smiled as she got the scanning machine. "Well, then, let's get a better look at this little prince!" She wheeled it over and got set up. "And by the way, I cannot thank you both enough for bringing some Midgardian tech to Asgard. These have been wonderful!"

Loki grinned. "You can thank my wife more than me. She certainly had the knowledge of what to bring."

"Regardless of who gets the credit, we're going to get a much better picture of your baby today because of it!" She hovered the wand over Asta's stomach and watched the image appear on the screen. "And there he is!"

Branka took a quick glance at Asta who was trying not to cry and Loki who was only staring in awe.

She continued, "Well, I'm thinking that's Loki's nose and Asta's chin. Now, we do a few measurements. Everything is looking great! Measuring maybe a little big, but nothing to get excited about."

Branka missed the glance Asta and Loki gave each other at the mention of a bigger baby.

"Let's get some better angles for some pictures. I can only imagine you'll need a few for Midgard and here?"

"There's at least 2 refrigerators on Midgard that need a photo, yes!" Asta said with a sniffle.

The healer smiled as she froze the images and let them print out.

After some hugs and congratulations, the couple left with their new prized photographs.

They quickly decided to take a fast trip to Midgard to show off the new pictures and announce the gender, but upon landing and teleporting into Avengers Tower, they found it strangely empty.

Finally, Pepper approached them. "There you are! I heard the Bifrost alert but couldn't find you. To what do we owe this vist?" she asked with outstretched arms.

Asta happily embraced her. "Well, we have baby news. Where is everyone?"

"Well, most everyone was sent off on a diplomatic mission. A bit of a peacekeeping thing."

Loki grinned. "And Tony was not invited?"

A voice from the door called, "Hey! Watch it Reindeer Games! Maybe I didn't want to go!"

"Oh yeah, he wasn't invited," Asta muttered.

"Just arrived and already so much attitude!" Tony replied with an eyeroll. "Get over here, sweetie."

Asta hugged him as well. "And where's Mo?"

"In her room," Pepper told them. "She's building her new computer. I would imagine she'll show up very soon if she heard the alarm. So what brings the two of you—"

"Did I hear the Bifrost alert?" Morgan's voice was heard as she approached. "It had better not be Thor this time or so help me!"

She ran into the room and spotted the Asgardians. "It is you guys!" She sprinted towards Asta and noticed the look in Loki's eyes. She darted towards him at the last second and almost toppled him over. "Gotcha," she said with a glint in her eyes.

Loki embraced her tightly. "And they call me the god of mischief."

Morgan winked as she pulled back. "I had a great teacher." She turned to Asta. "Ah! You've got a baby bump!" And she hugged her as well.

Tony smiled at the scene before him. "Ok, Maguna, let them breathe! Let's find out what brings Laufeyson Incorporated to us today."

Asta grinned as Morgan let go, but still kept her head on Asta's belly. "Well, we had the gender scan today, and… we're having a boy!"

Pepper squealed and hugged Asta with Morgan, as Tony shook Loki's hand. But then Morgan stared a bit.

"Mo?" Asta questioned. "Are you disappointed with that?"

"Well, I mean, yeah, I wanted it to be a niece, but I can still get into plenty of trouble with a nephew!"

"Ah, spoken like a true Stark!" Loki laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony replied. "So, a little Lokison, eh?"

"Hey! He still gets it!" Asta said as she hugged him.

"I'm not that old!" Tony protested. "So, any name thoughts yet?"

"Not a one," Asta said with a pout. "I mean, I didn't have many ideas anyway, but naming royalty can be a pain too."

Loki put his arm around her waist. "I'm not concerned about any royal traditions, just as long as the name sounds nothing like Odin, I'm perfectly content with it."

"You've got plenty of time," Pepper reasoned. "It took us almost my entire pregnancy to come up with Morgan's name. So, were you guys planning on sticking around for a bit?"

"If you mean, hoping for some shawarma, then yes. I think this little prince would love some!" Asta said happily. "And since Dad obviously has nowhere to be…"

"Hey!" Tony said, pointing a stern finger. "You're lucky I want to feed my grandson the good stuff, or you wouldn't be getting any shawarma, missy!"

"Yes, yes, now get to ordering!"