Avenged (Loki x reader)

Chapter 39 - Confess

I groaned in the morning, the lights shining in my eyes as her body lay beside me peacefully. We were still bare from last night and she seems to have wiggled out of the cuffs before I had time to notice.

"Oh you wannabe," I breathed, kissing her forehead.

"Mnh... Good morning to you too," She smiles slowly, getting up and reaching for her clothes, "I... have places to be," She says, slipping into her bra and oversized shirt.

"Take me with you..." I groan, standing up slowly as I snake my hands around her waist and kiss her neck slowly, "Come on... I won't do any harm,"

"It's just some shopping, it's no big deal!"

"I'm coming, wait," I get up and get into my jeans and shirt before joining her at the door, "What about the mess?"

"We'll do that first," She sighs, keying in the code and walking out, waiting for me as I blushed, staring at the white on the floor.

8 WEEKS LATER

Y/N'S POV

My assignment results were back. I was in an awful lot of pain and my toilet was filled with vomit when I submitted it the day before it was due but I knew the topic fabulously. Loki pounded on my door as I refused to see anyone for a few days while I cried and slammed doors over nothing, throwing up the second I opened my eyes and feeling unable to stand.

100/100. I smiled as I let out a sigh, getting up and changing for my appointment after thanking my professor for the feedback. He still had no idea. Guilt raged inside me, fueling more tears as I slipped into a casual dress that mainly hid my oddly obvious bump.

I was 14 weeks now, entering my second trimester steadily with Wanda barely leaving my side. I was left out of many missions, except with background sides with SHIELD. I stepped out of my room in a long coat and a nice dress with a handbag.

The black, gold accented coat complimented my peachy pink dress, my hair is tucked back in a clip.

Watching Loki at conventions trying his best to be comfortable with the kids that looked up to him as our public image gained positivity. Social media spun with rumours about my lack of mission contribution as the rest of the team travelled to support and live up to our motto of world peace.

Ultimately, it was going well. Well for the others, maybe. I was being babied. 

My training continued, I pushed myself harder in the silence of the building, dancing and reading up about parenting on incognito tabs.

How do you tell your partner you're pregnant?
When is it time to tell people you're pregnant?
Is it good to exercise during pregnancy?
I searched endlessly, beginning to attend on-campus lectures as relationship and financial laws became a topic.

I would be finding out the gender soon. Today was my first-trimester ultrasound and I had told myself I would bring him along. I had to follow through - I always follow through. So as I walked along the empty building into my hallway, I hesitated before knocking on his door. 

"Loki? Want to come with me?" 

"Where?" 

"Just somewhere. Please? I really want you with me," 

"Coming," He steps out after a few minutes in semi-formal clothes. 

"Happy will be driving us, let's go," I smile awkwardly, I had been primarily avoiding him, the announcement would have to be simple between us, his reaction could be so many different things, I just hope that he didn't think of it as a curse.