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Thor is looking at his daughter; she is the best Yule gift he has ever received. She is perfect. His eyes wander towards Loki, and he smiles, “I am proud of you, husband.” Loki snorts, “You should be, I just pushed your daughter out of my body. We won’t be having other children any time soon.” Thor laughs, “Loki love, we are only seven hundred years old, we have centuries left to have more children.”
Loki hums and looks at Mina, “She has your nose.” He looks at Thor, “I love you.” Thor leans down and pecks his lips, “I love you too. Are you ready for mother and father to come in?” Loki shakes his head, “Not yet, I want to enjoy this moment with you a bit longer.”