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The last two weeks had put Loki through stress and worry. You, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, had started becoming more distant. You, his wife. This was deeply troubling for the god. He wondered whether or not he had done something to drive you away. Or worse, you planned on leaving him. But could you really have stopped loving him? All of the thoughts of what could happen were tossed around his brain like a bouncy ball, bouncing off the corners of his brain and knocking down his ability not to overreact.
This was all too strange. Especially for you. It was as if you hadn’t known him forever. As if the two of you hadn't grown up together and been friends for years before finally admitting your feelings to one another. You were the only constant in the god’s life, and Loki relied on that.
Loki was way overthinking this and he knew it. He knew that you wouldn't just up and leave him without at the very least telling him. Yet he couldn't stop himself from thinking the worst. So many things have happened to him in his long life that he couldn’t not believe the worst-case scenario to be true.
The thing that really hurt him was how you chose to hide whatever was bothering you, rather than coming to him. And it didn’t take long for Loki, the god of mischief, to spot your lies almost as soon as they fell from your lips.
If he didn’t confront you soon, he would fall apart. Loki would crumble. His heart would fail. His lungs would collapse. He would no longer be able to see straight. Loki couldn’t stand not knowing what was ailing you, and each day he went without knowing, he grew weaker and weaker.
The following night, as you were preparing yourself for bed, Loki finally mustered enough courage to say, “Darling, won’t you please tell me what is causing you pain?”
You paused, turning yourself to see your love staring right back at you. His eyebrows pushed together in concern and his eyes boring into your soul. Your heart dropped at the sight. To see him this miserable shook you to your core. You would never wish this upon anyone, let alone Loki.
“Y/n, I know something’s wrong,” he made his way over to you as he spoke, his hands finding yours once he reached you. “Something has been worrying you and making you distant from me. Please tell me if it’s something I did.”
You couldn’t meet his pleading, green eyes and hated yourself for it. Why was it this hard to tell him something this important? Probably because it had been the best news you’d ever heard, but Loki might not see it that way.
“Loki, I-” you could barely get one word out as a tear fell from your eyes. You tried to hold back your sobs and finish your sentence, but you couldn’t. You could no longer breathe. Your lungs had stopped working and your airways closed. Your thoughts were trapped in your brain, unable to escape and you wanted them to so badly.
Loki moved his soft palm to your tear-stained cheek and rested his forehead against yours. “Tell me so I can help you. I don’t know what to do.”
Your words still refused to surface. Realizing that there is no way in which you would be able to say it, you decided to show him instead. You held onto his hand that was attached to your cheek and slowly moved it down to rest on your stomach.
Loki leaned back to look at you, and this time you met his gaze. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern, making you smile.
“Darling, I don’t underー” Loki started.
“I’m pregnant.” The words finally broke free and you sighed. You paid attention to him and only him.
Loki looked down where his hand was on your stomach. His features had relaxed a little, but he was still difficult to read. You were unable to tell exactly what emotion he was feeling then.
“You’re pregnant,” Loki repeated, slowly.
“Yea,” you said. “I’ve known for about three weeks now.”
“T-three weeks?” You nodded. “Y/n, I...why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I was afraid of how you would react.”
“Is this what’s been bothering you?” Loki moved both of his hands to rest on your waist and you nodded again. “Y/n, you should have told me.”
“I know I should’ve, but I was scared.”
“You should be able to tell me things like this. And I promise I’m not mad. I’m extremely happy.”
“Really?” You wiped away a stray tear as it rolled down your cheek.
“Absolutely,” Loki smiled as he talked. “This baby will be so loved, y/n. I promise you that. They will never want for anything ever.”
“I love you, Loki. So much.”
“I love you more.” Loki grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you melted into him.
A weight had been lifted off your shoulder now that the secret was out. Both you and Loki could feel the stress and anxiety melt away as you held each other in embrace.
Loki felt safe again. He felt safe in the arms of his one true love as they held onto each other, their lips moving in sync. He knew that everything would be alright as long as he was with you and his child.