Loki had been restless all night and was pretty sure his tossing and turning would wake up Bruce, if it hadn't already. He shifted again in bed, and felt another cramp hit him. He held back a moan of pain, not wanting to disturb his husband more than he had. He decided he needed to get up, so he rolled himself to the edge of their bed and, grasping the nightstand, was able to lift himself up and out. Deciding against the slippers, which would have been too much work, he decided to deal with the cold floor to get to his recliner which also, blessedly, was heated to help his lower back and now the cramps he was suffering from. He got as far as the doorway when another contraction hit him and he was forced to stop. This contraction was far sharper than the previous and he grasped the door frame as he tried to breathe his way through it.

When the contraction passed and he opened his eyes, he found Bruce standing in front of him. Loki attempted to smile at his husband and make a joke, "You always were the silent type Bruce." Bruce raised an eyebrow at his husband, clearly seeing through his husband's forced joviality and put a hand up to his cheek and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Do you think you're in labor, Loki?" Bruce asked quietly. Loki nodded as another contraction hit

"Alright baby, let's get you to the hospital, it's time to welcome our daughter into the world."

They arrived at the hospital, were placed in a private suite and Loki was given an epidural. About an hour later Bruce gently took one of Loki's hands and quietly asked, "How are you feeling baby?" Loki gave him a brief smile and said, "The epidural is doing wonders Bruce. All I feel is pressure - not pleasant but it's not hurting like it was earlier."

Bruce kissed his forehead and said, "Good, now get some rest while you can before the labor starts in earnest." Before he drifted off, Loki murumed, "Love you Bruce."

A few hours later found Loki in labor. "Okay Loki," Bruce murmured into his husband's ear, "give it a few more moments and then I need you to push," Loki adjusted himself so he could be in a better position to push.

"Alright, baby, on the count of three start pushing. One, two…" Loki wasn't listening to Bruce anymore, he was exhausted and frustrated with the slow process of giving birth. He readjusted himself again while Bruce offered his strength to help him move. Loki gave his husband a smile and murmured, "Thanks Bruce." He didn't need anyone counting to know when to push - he wasn't feeling pain exactly but an intense pressure that he could not ignore. Loki gathered his strength and bore down, tightening every muscle in his body to help bring his baby into the world.

"Keep going Loki, we're almost there! The doctor can see Rebecca's head! She is starting to crown, a few more pushes and she'll be here!"

Loki felt the pressure building once more in his body and readied himself and bore down with everything in himself. He heard Bruce offering him words of encouragement but was so focused on his child that he had zoned his husband out. Slowly the pressure began to fade and he felt his body begin to relax again and he felt gentle hands helping to lay him down. He resisted the help, knowing he would have to push again soon and his instincts were correct. He felt his muscles tense once more and he bore down with what little strength he had left. He felt his daughter slide from his body and slumped over in utter exhaustion. He felt Bruce gently lay him down and he let it happen.

There was a small cry to the right of him and it broke Loki out of his tired haze as he looked to the right. Bruce had a face splitting smile with tears in his eyes as he whispered, "It's our daughter, Loki. She is perfect! Ten fingers and ten toes, perfectly healthy." He laid Rebecca across Loki's chest. Loki instantly reached out to steady his daughter as he looked down into a face with chocolate brown eyes and dark hair.

"Bruce, she's beautiful and so perfect!"

"I agree baby, she is perfect."

A nurse came to Lok's side, quietly saying, "I need to take Rebecca so I can take measurements and all that."

Loki tensed a little, unwilling to let his daughter go, Bruce quietly murmured to his husband, "Loki, I know it's hard to give her to the nurse but she needs to be cleaned and weighed. The nurse is not like Odin, she will not take away our daughter. She will give Rebecca back, baby." Loki reluctantly let his daughter go and drifted off to sleep hearing Rebecca's cry on the edge of his consciousness.

Loki awoke some time later and it took him a brief moment before the past few hours came crashing back to him. He attempted to get up to go to his daughter but his body screamed in protest and he fell back against the pillows.

Bruce was next to him in an instant, cradling their infant daughter against his chest. Loki gingerly moved into a sitting position while Bruce fluffled the pillows behind him one handed. "Loki, you must rest, your body is exhausted," Bruce said.

"May I hold our daughter?" Loki asked quietly, almost afraid he would break her if he did.

"Of course baby! Rebecca needs to bond with her mother." Bruce carefully handed the small bundle to Loki who eagerly accepted him. Big, brown eyes stared up at Loki as he carefully pushed the blanket from around his child's head. Loki gently ran his fingers across the fuzzy scalp and again Loki marveled at her perfection.

As if reading Loki's thoughts, Bruce gave him a gentle kiss before quietly saying "She is perfect Loki. She will be raised only knowing love, support and kindness."

Loki put his daughter securely in his left arm while he reached out with his right towards Bruce, "I love you so much Bruce. You have overcome so much to be the beautiful tender man that you are. You are going to be the best father in all the nine realms. Do not let that little voice tell you anything else. Thank you for taking care of me, for allowing me to become the best version of myself."

Bruce leaned forward and gave him a searing kiss, "You must remember the same baby. You are not your father, together we will break the cycle of abuse both physically and emotionally. You are perfect for me. You are my perfect mate. I would not want anyone else but you." At this Rebecca gave a squawk and Loki chuckled, "I guess our little girl is hungry." With that he latched his daughter onto his breast and the child began to feed. He gazed at Rebecca in wonder, whispering, "Bruce! This is beautiful, I had no idea it would feel like this." He looked at his spouse with tears in his eyes, and Bruce leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. A few minutes later, Rebecca detached himself from Loki, let out a conentend yawn and stretched. Loki smiled lovingly at his daughter and the two fathers spent the rest of the day bonding with their infant daughter.

Loki would never deny that the birth of their daughter brought immense and indescribable joy into their lives but also exhaustion and hard work. Loki wouldn't trade this life for anything. The middle of the night feedings were difficult but there was also something peaceful and grounding about those light night moments with his baby daughter. The room was quiet and still, except for Loki's own soft words as he nursed and soothed Rebecca. The sleepy little faces she made as she was settled back into her crib never failed to bring a smile to Loki's face. There was also no denying how sweet it was to be pulled into Bruce's arms after he returned to bed, and to hear Bruce's murmured sleepy praise for how well he had cared for their child.

What had surprised Loki was just how much Bruce liked watching him nurse the baby. Bruce had mentioned, a couple months into his pregnancy, how amazing he found it that Loki's body, when his boobs were still on the smaller side, was developing a way to feed and care for their child. For some reason, Loki hadn't realized that would mean that Bruce would enjoy watching him feed the baby. It stirred something, very deep, almost primal in him, to know how much his husband liked seeing him provide for their daughter's needs. It also sparked an interest in something else as well.

After one such feeding, Loki sat in their bed with a book held in his hands but his mind a million miles away. Their daughter was two months old and he knew they had been cleared for sex by their doctor but he didn't know how to express his needs to Bruce without sounding needy. Bruce walked into their room with a smile on his face only to see Loki put down his book and wince as he looked down at the robe he was wearing (a robe that was cut deep in the front, barely held together by a single tie) had dark patches spreading over the thin fabric. "Dammit! I just finished feeding a little while ago!"

Bruce came and sat next to his husband, kissed underneath his jaw and nibbled his way down Loki's chest, coming to a stop at one milk heavy tit. He nuzzled it gently before he admitted, "I didn't expect your tits to smell so good right after you nurse," before placing a kiss on one nipple.

Loki snorted, "There is no way in hell you find this attractive Bruce."

Burce looked at him in awe, "Loki, you are feeding and nourishing our child. Of course it's attractive." Here he went beat red and nuzzled at Loki's breast again.

Loki bit his lip, wondering at Bruce's behavior before he asked, "Would you like to try it? You did before I gave birth to Rebecca"

Bruce looked at him, his eyes full of hope, "Could I really?" before looking down, "It felt so different before our daughter was born. It would feel almost dirty if I did it now."

Loki bought two fingers underneath Bruce's chin and forced Bruce to look him in the eyes. "It is not filthy or dirty or wrong to desire this. In fact it is a common tradition on Asgard as a way to bond families together. I was hesitant to bring it up because I didn't know how you would react."

Groaning, Bruce buried his face in Loki's chest. "Fuck," he swore, "I've wanted that since I saw you first feeding our child but I thought you would find it repulsive so I didn't ask."

Loki began carding his fingers through Bruce's hair. "Not put off at all," he assured gently, "I want you to."

Bruce adjusted himself so he was being held in Loki's arms with Loki's nipples right by his mouth. Gently, Loki raised Bruce up ever so slightly so he could attach on the nearest nipple. Bruce latched on and began to suck in earnest while a tingling sensation spread through Loki's breast, and Loki knew that Bruce was successfully nursing from him. The milk that hit Bruce's tongue was sweet and he moaned causing some of the milk to drip free from his lips before he realized he needed to swallow. He let go of the nipple, the break in suction making a wet sound that went right to his cock and causing some milk to leak from Loik's breast. Once he had thoroughly licked up the spilt milk, he resumed his attention to the delicious, dusky nipple. Kissing the tip and the pale bead of milk there before taking it back in his mouth to settle into suckling. One of Bruce's hands reached out to palm the ignored breast, kneading the firmness there before catching the distended nipple between forefinger and thumb and rolled it in time with the sucks to the nipple in his mouth.

"Ready to change sides?" Loki murmured a few minutes later, "or is my little boy too full?" Bruce detached himself, wiped his hand across his face and with a grin replied, "I'm never too full for you," and gently switched to feed from the other side.

With his husband's mouth on him, suckling from him so intently, was vastly different from his baby doing it. Rebecca stirred feelings of contentment and peace. Bruce on the other hand, stirred intense desire. Loki hadn't known it could feel so different. The differences only grew as one of Bruce's hands stroked its way down his body and between his legs. Loki whimpered as Bruce slid two fingers into his already soaking wet cunt.

"Bruce!" he gasped as he rocked into those wonderful fingers. Smirking, Bruce gave a little twist of his fingers, making Loki moan. The unexpected dual sensations sent pleasure spiking and spiraling inside him. A third finger pressed inside him, causing Loki to moan and bucked into the touch. "More!" Loki begged.

Brucke suckled harder at his tit, working the three fingers inside of him mercilessly. Loki rocked his hips desperately, needing everything his husband was willing to give him. He came with a shout, his cunt clenching hard around Bruce's fingers as he did. Releasing the tit he had been suckling from with a wet pop, Bruce looked up with wonder, "That was beautiful and wonderful, baby, thank you." Loki looked down, his eyes full of love as his hand came to rest on top of Bruce's swollen stomach. "You never have to thank me for that, I adored feeding you. It looks like you're all full of my milk and honestly I don't think I have ever experienced anything sexier in my life than to see my husband take his fill from my body." Bruce reached up and brought Loki down into a searing kiss.

He slowly sat up, and not breaking the kiss brought Loki down on his back. Without hesitation, Bruce sheathed himself in Loki's waiting body. Loki moaned as his soaked cunt was filled to the brim. It didn't matter that he had already come once, he would always want Bruce inside of him.

"My baby, always so sweet for me," Bruce murmured as he began to thrust. The welcome warmth of Loki's body never failed to amaze him. Loki's body was always so eager to have him inside, and they fit together so perfectly. Loki wrapped his legs around Bruce, holding them together tightly. It didn't leave Bruce much room to maneuver but it was alright, they had plenty of time. He rocked their hips together, rolling them every so often just because of how it made Loki gasp. Bruce brought one hand up to pinch one of Loki's sensitive nipples and Loki mewled beautifully. Bruce snapped his hips forward as hard as he could just as he pinched Loki's nipple again. It was enough to send the already sensitive Loki tumbling over the edge, his cunt clenched hard on Bruce's cock as he came.

After his orgasm, Loki's legs loosened their hold on Bruce's waist and fell open on the bed. It gave Bruce more room to move and he took full advantage of it. He picked up the pace, fucking Loki hard and deep. He reveled in the little whimpers and mewls that fell from Loki's mouth as his overstimulated body was used further.
"So beautiful," Bruce panted, "taking it so nicely baby."

Loki looked up at him with glassy, pleasure filled eyes and smiled. Bruce lost himself in those eyes as he thrust in hard and spilled deep inside his husband's waiting body. With a moan he pulled himself from Loki's body and collapsed beside him, and they both fell into a deep sleep.