Unnerving the God of Mischief (Loki Comedy)

Teaser: The Final Countdown

So, basically, Ingolf was right.
(Should you not remember Ingolf, he is the grumpy old German from ze last tchaptah)

There was only one thing that could bond Loki and his not so low-key wife Nerdellia for good.
As in, no matter how many movie marathons she forced upon him, no matter how often she purloined his hair products to sell them on ebay, no matter how often she called his overly manly war-suit a dress, no matter how often she used his razor when he wasn't looking help shave Tony's back - 

Um, anyway, no matter how many times Nerdie was an unbearable nuisance, they would stick together. Like an old married couple. No excuses for Loki to go low-key. [ha-ha, pun absolutely intended]

And so it happened.

I, the omniscient and yet so unreliable and neglectful author of this third-class slap-stick comedy, can already picture you drooling fangirls behind your laptops and smartphones. You are reading this, and the cookie dough you have enjoyed only seconds ago now pours out of your mouth back into the five-litre-bucket. You are shocked. After all these months, after all these events, after all of your waiting - 

... Nerdie will be pregnant with Loki's child.

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Well, nope! Not a bit of it! 

You petty little humans honestly think, this will be one of those boring, overused pregnancies you've read about a thousand times in those amateurish bad boy stories? You honestly think, Nerdie [insert le evil smoker's laugh here] will be carrying Loki's child? And let me guess, you also thought, for nine months? 

Ts, ts, ts.... I am clicking my tongue at you, very Loki-ish. This is wishful thinking. 

Now let me enlighten you, let me give you what you really desire as the ultimate climax for this story... You want them to have a child? Fine. You shall get what you want. Be prepared for the best [and worst] I can give.

Here you go...