Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

I'll Be Around For You

Twelve weeks.

Loki had been asking Jarvis to update him on human pregnancies, just so he could figure out what to expect. He didn't know too much about Jotun pregnancies, but he was hoping to figure it out along the way.

He'd stopped throwing up so much and he could eat a bit more, which he was grateful for. Knowing what was causing it made it easier to deal with, he thought. He could just power through it, knowing that it would be worthwhile in the end.

He kept working. Steve even asked if he wanted to join the Avengers. He would have, if the timing was different. No. Maybe after. He couldn't do anything to risk the child's life.

He'd taken to talking to them. Why not? It made him feel less alone. Sure, he was barely showing, not even he would suspect that he was pregnant by just looking at himself, but it made him feel better. They were in it together, after all.

More tributes had gone out for the 'late Iron Man'. Loki hated seeing them. Sentiment. It was nice, but it was a reminder. Even if he had a plan, nothing would be the same again. He'd lost everything, but maybe he could get something. Maybe that was all he needed.

He'd found the incentive to stay sober. As tempting as it was to use, as much as he desperately wanted it, he didn't want to risk the life growing inside of him. He wanted to keep them alive.

Just like he couldn't keep Frigga and Tony alive.

It hadn't gotten easier. No. He still spent nights screaming and crying, he still hadn't slept much more than a couple hours every few days. He still wanted to give up, but he couldn't. He had to stick it out, no matter how hard it was.

He couldn't make an orphan of their child.

He still hadn't told anyone. He was waiting for the right time. He still wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to know. What would they say? Would they hate him? Would they want him to leave? He couldn't do that. He couldn't risk it.

Sixteen weeks.

It was easier. Definitely easier. The vomiting has stopped, thankfully. He didn't think he could handle much more of it. The leg pain was unpleasant, but he definitely preferred that to throwing up. Anything was better than that.

He felt a bit more awake. He could actually focus in the meetings. As En and Bruce we're doing the final calculations to get the reactor up and running, he could actually hear what they were saying. It was nice.

Of course, he'd put illusions up. He didn't want any suspicions sent his way. He wanted to tell them at his own pace, not be outed by the ever growing bump. He had to be the one to tell them. He just needed time.

"And you're sure that this will work?" Stephen asked the two scientists.

"It should. It just needs a power source for it to work," Bruce replied as he wrote down some notes. "Still thinking that that will be your combined magic?"

"Yeah, let's get this done." Stephen smiled.

Loki got up from the chair and walked to the desk, watching as Stephen worked his magic on the piece of metal. Once it was time for Loki, he gently held his hands out above the metal, channeling his seidr into it. The flow came much easier than expected, making him jump back as the green mist encased the metal.

"Loki?!" Stephen frowned as the mist lessened. "I thought you were taking this seriously?"

"I am!" Loki replied. "I don't know what happened. It's never done that before."

If that was going to happen for the next five months, he was going to scream, he thought.

"Try again?" Bruce suggested. "Just start slow this time."