3rd Person
This story does not end with Loki's fate in endgame.
You could hear a loud evident groan of pain from the infirmary, Loki was nervously pacing back and forth. His other three children were playing with each other unaware of what was really happening. Hel was just glumly staring into the void, like she usually was. Sleipnir the eight legged horse ran around chasing his serpent son. They were all more of their mothers children, none of his children really favored him.
After about 4 hours of pacing back and forth Loki hears a cry, he rushes in and sees a Wolf, small, cute, and grey with his striking green eyes. He smiled, she was adorable. When she was put into her mothers arms, she started to wimpier, ears drooped. The mother handed her to Loki. She instantly calmed down, and leaned to his touch.
Loki stroked his daughters head, he could feel his daughter lean into his touch. His heart felt like it had just melted, he felt a bond to her, a fatherly bond.
