Loki Imagines

Imagine: Telling Loki You're Pregnant

"_____, why are you so happy love?" Loki asks you, raising his left eyebrow slightly.

"Well, it's March, meaning a few more months until Summer, which we all know what that means!" You reply, lying proficiently. Loki taught you well.

"We haven't even started planning that!" Loki groans.

"Stark will pull it together last minute, like he does every year!" You laugh.

"What do I do every year?" Tony asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Pull together our group vacation," You laugh. Stark raises his eyebrow, knowing he already planned it.

'What are you hiding' he mouths. You roll your eyes and walk out if the room. You pull out your phone and look at the directions for the surprise you're making Loki.

You have the box all made, and the book-card in it. Now, for the cake. Nobody bothers me as You mix the batter for the cake. You put the box in the special bag, setting it inside the cake. You put it in the oven and wait.

You had memorized the poem you write for him, which should give the surprise away.

To My Dear and Loving Husband:

You're there for me, day in and day out.
You're there for me in all of my doubt.
You're there for me when I'm no fun.
You'd be there for me if I burnt the bun.

I love you dearly, for all your mistakes.
I love you dearly, even with your bad tastes.
I love you dearly, especially your smile.
Can't you wait to drive 20 miles?

Loki, my love, you're probably confused.
Loki, my love, try thinking in twos.
Loki, my love, you're my whole heart.
Loki, my love, open the rest of the card.

Then, he'll turn the page and there will be an envelope. Once he opens it he'll be brought face to face with an ultrasound picture of the twins you're carrying just now.

Nobody knows, not even Natasha, who you're really close to. "What're you cooking?" Clint asks, breaking your train of thought.

"Not something for you," You say, sticking your tongue out.

"Ouch!" He says, feigning pain. Rolling your eyes, you drink some water, trying not to let your sudden nausea show. Stupid morning sickness. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just got dizzy," You laugh.

Laughing, Clint walks out of the room. The cake suddenly smells up the whole tower, causing people to flock in like wild animals. "Go away! Shoo!" You say to them all.

You go back to your shared bedroom and begin setting everything up for your dinner tonight. You leave, hearing the lock that you had Jarvis set.

Taking the cake out, you begin to frost it green, gold, and (y/f/c). Smiling, you hide the cake, not wanting everyone to eat it. You start on dinner, making beef stroganoff.

You quickly get dressed in nicer clothes, putting the final touches on the room. You plate the food and pat yourself on the back, bringing the cake in and setting it on your dresser.

You grab Loki from Thor's room and he raises an eyebrow? "Where are you going?" He asks.

"The real question is, where are you going?" You grin.

He just follows you to your guyses bedroom and you stop outside the door. He gives you a questioning look before opening the door.

You smile as he gasps. "You did all this for me?"

"Well yeah," You laugh.

"This night can't get any better!" He grins, kissing you before sitting down. 'I just hope it doesn't get any worse,' you think to yourself. To be honest, you were extremely scared he wouldn't like the news.

"So, is there any reason in particular that you did this?" He smirks.

"N-no!" You stutter. Wow _____, you made it this far to crash and burn.

"Are you sure?" He asks, getting closer.

"Not any reason I'm telling you," You smile, teasing him. He chuckles before kissing your hand.

"Well, thank you. I love it!"

You guys chat and eat, nobody disturbing you. When you finish eating you grab a knife.

"Wow, all of this to kill me?" He teases.

"Yes, because that's all it takes," You sarcastically reply.

You hand it to him, standing up. He raises an eyebrow while you grab the cake from it's hiding place on the dresser.

"Yes! I've been waiting for this!" He says, pumping a fist into the air.

He cuts the cake, knife stopping when it hit the box. He furrows his eyebrows and continues cutting the cake, going around the box. You look anywhere but at his eyes as he grabs the box out.

Taking it out he opens everything and your blush intensifies. You watch as his face shows confusion. You can tell he finished the poem when he looks at you. You motion for him to continue, and he turns the page.

You watch as he opens the envelope and his eyes widen. He looks between you and the picture, eyes watering.

"Surprise," You say with a weak smile.

"This isn't a joke right?" He asks. You shake your head. "I'm going to be a-a father?"

You nod your head and you barely manage to do so as he wraps his arms around you, grinning like a fool.

You puts his hands on your stomach. "Hi guys. It's your daddy. Mommy just told me about you. I can't believe I didn't even know!" Your eyes tear up as he talks to your belly.

He jumps up. "Does anybody else know?" You laugh, shaking your head.

He runs out the door, carefully dragging you with him. "I'm gonna be a father! I'm gonna be a father!" He yells over and over again until we reach the living room.

"Guys! I'm gonna be a father!" Loki yells again, the biggest grin on his face.

"Really? Congratulations guys!" Natasha smiles.

You barely pay attention as everyone else says their congratulations. You're too busy staring up at the man who made you the happiest.