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Loki used to be in an emotionally abusive relationship with an evil variant of Dr Strange from Earth 666. It's been over for 3 months now, but he still doesn't know how to completely trust the good Dr Strange variant from Earth 616 (Marvel Cinematic Universe Earth) And things only get worse when Loki discovers he's 3 months pregnant and can't be 100% sure who the father is.

Loki POV

I stand in the mirror, staring at my belly. I'm barely showing, but I can clearly see the small bloat of my lower abdomen forming.

Oh, Gods, please don't let it be...

I mutter the incantation again, hoping it's just something simple like a digestive issue. But it's there, nestled deep in my pelvis. That ball of magic growing in my womb.

A baby. An actual baby.

Oh, fuck...

I felt a surge of absolute terror run through me, because I knew it was his.

Dr Stephen Strange.

No, not the Dr Strange that defeated Dormammu, or became guardian of the Time Stone, or fought Thanos on Titan. No...

The one who made Dormammu his master. The one that selfishly hoarded magic for his own twisted desires. The one that killed Pepper Potts out of jealousy because he wanted Tony Stark to himself.

The one that played me and lied to me and made me feel worthless. The one that narcissistically bragged about being the most powerful sorcerer in the universe. The one who killed a helpless 24 year old kid named Wanda when he realized she would become stronger.

The one that made me feel small so he could feel whole inside.
The one that put down my dreams so he was the only thing on my mind.

That Dr Strange.

I was full on panicking when the good Doctor knocked on the door. I opened it up, still unable to believe someone with that face on their skull could be anything but cruel and manipulative.

"Are you sick again?" Stephen asks, giving me a look of concern.

"I'm--"

My words are cut off by a loud commotion coming from the basement cell.

"He's trying to get out again." I say in terror. I knew he couldn't, but it still terrified me.

"He's surrounded by white magic runes, Loki. He can't hurt you anymore. He grows weaker everyday, eventually he'll be so weak he won't even be considered a sorcerer anymore." Stephen explains calmly. It's been so odd, finally being with someone who actually cares about me, who doesn't want to change me.

Someone who loves me as I am.

"Loki, is something wrong?" He asks, worry dripping from his voice.

"I'm pregnant." I say weakly, my voice small. I don't look up at him, terrified of what he might say.

"Are you sure?" He says quietly, his voice unreadable. "Loki! Are you sure!?"

I look up at him, expecting anger. Expecting terror.
Expecting anything but...

Tears?

Stephen has a single tear rolling down his cheek. His eyes are flooding with them. I can only weakly nod, speechless. He engulfs me in a hug.
I can feel the shock radiating off of him in huge waves.

"Oh my God... you're having a baby." Stephen says, pulling away and cupping my head in his hands. He presses a tender kiss to my lips, our tears mixing together on our cheeks.

"Aren't you worried?" I say quietly.

"About what?" He says, confused.

"About it being...his." I murmur, scared out of my mind.

"Loki, I don't care about that. I love you. He's in the past. Even if this isn't my baby, I'm going to love it just the same."
He says warmly, quieting my fears with the touch of his hand.

"Besides, Magic is learned. The ability to control and direct those different energies may be genetic, but the magic energy itself isn't passed down through generations."

"My mother taught me Sëidr. Taught me everything I once knew about magic. I thought this was the only magic that existed, but I was wrong." I say warmly, looking deep into pale blue eyes. "There is also love."

"I love you, Stephen Strange." I say warmly, my voice cracking with emotion.

"I love you too, Loki Odinson." He says breathily, pulling me into another kiss.

Seven months later...

Good!Stephen POV

I stood in the infirmary at Avenger's compound, staring at the little pink bundle in the bassinet.

Hela Stefania Victoria Lokidottir-Strange.
The name me and Loki had decided on before we even found out it was a girl. Hela was a common Asgardian name and the name of Odin's firstborn. Stefania was a female midgardian variation of the name Stephen. And Victoria was my mother's name. Loki agreed that the name was beautiful.

Loki was only a few feet away, still sleeping in an infirmary bed. Our daughter had to be born through an emergency C-section, and Loki had to be put completely under. I still remember the terrified look in his eyes when Christine said the baby was in distress. He begged me to stay with him but I knew I couldn't. The less people crowded up in that room, the better.

"Stephen?" Loki says groggily, jolting me back to reality. "Is she alright?"

"Yes, she's fine. She's right here."

Loki POV

I watched as Stephen reached down into the bassinet and picked up a tiny bundle of pink blankets. He walked over with it cradled carefully in his arm, very carefully handing her over to me.
I started crying when I saw her little face, all pale pink and peaceful as she slept. I very carefully touched her delicate cheek and a splotch of blue appeared momentarily, but faded almost immediately when her skin adjusted to the cold.

"She's perfect." I said quietly, trying my best not to wake her. Just perfect."