Epilogue

Before you left with Loki, he gifted Morgan a pair of horns, which she wore more than her custom Iron Man helmet. So, needless to say, Tony was happy to shove you both out of the door for your vacation.

However, that gift also gave you your idea. Yesterday, you sent Bruce and Nat a text, to see if one of them could make an even smaller version of the same horns. Nat showed it to Bruce, and he got it going on the 3D Printer in the lab.

About 15 minutes ago, you and Loki arrived back at the tower, and after a few hellos, Loki's been captured by Morgan, allowing you to sneak off to the lab.

"Why was a tiny version of Loki's horns the first thing I saw in the lab this morning?" Tony grumbles, typing away on a digital display.

You press a button over his shoulder, completely messing up his screen, "Nice to see you too, Tony. Our trip was good. I missed you as well." You plop onto one of the stools and roll your eyes.

"Yea, yea, yea, that too," Tony smirks and hands you the horns. "So this is...?"

"A...present," you put it into the gift bag that Nat snagged for you. "For Loki," you quickly make your exit from the lab, avoiding any and all other questions.

When you walk into the main room, Morgan is jumping up and down in front of Loki, "Again! Again!"

Loki makes the fireworks appear in the palm of his hands once more.

"Hi Y/N!" Morgan looks above Loki's head as the fireworks fade out.

"Hey, Morgan. Mind if I borrow Uncle Loki for a bit?" your grip on the bag tightens.

"Sure!" she starts to walk away, but turns back around. "You're staying for Christmas, right?"

You smile, "We wouldn't miss it." You assure her.

"Ok!" Morgan runs off, practically skipping.

"Everything alright, Darling?" Loki looks over his shoulder at you from the couch.

You nod, "Yes. But...could you teleport us to my apartment?" This is definitely something you want to be alone for.

Loki takes your hand in his, "Of course."

You lean against your kitchen counter, as Loki ensures that everything is safe, "Since Morgan was talking about Christmas...this is for you."

"A present?" Loki takes the bag from your hand and places it on the counter.

You watch as Loki opens the bag and examines the horns in his hands.

"Should I expect a mini version of myself to run out in a moment?" he laughs and looks around the kitchen and living room.

"A moment...give or take about 9 months," you mumble the last bit.

"Sorry?" Loki asks, having not heard you.

"Noth...there's more in the bag," you motion. "Keep looking."

Loki gently puts the horns down and digs again into the bag, taking out the last thing.

You hold your breath as the bag floats to the ground, while Loki reads the positive pregnancy test, "I took it this morning to be sure. There are 3 more in my room back at the tower that are also positive."

Without another word, Loki wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him for a kiss, "My Impossible Mortals." He kneels down and kisses your stomach. 

"Slash Frost Giant," you run your hand through his hair.

Loki's lips remain on your stomach, but when he looks-up at you, his eyes are now red, "Mine."

You nod, sliding your hand out of Loki's hair, to his cheek to trace the blue lines now forming.

And it takes all of 3 seconds, for Loki to scoop you up bridal style, carrying you down the hallway.

"What are you...?" you laugh, noticing Loki's determined walk.

"I am to worship my Mate, who carries my offspring," Loki looks down at you as your reach your bed. "Will you allow me?"

He places you on the bed, crawling over you, "We both do love our visual demonstrations." You say and then answer Loki's question with a nod.

"And here is the first example of just that," Loki again attacks your stomach with kisses, moving your shirt up.

And then you feel tingles, not just from Loki's movements, causing you to lean-up on your elbows.

Loki's head snaps up, "What is it? Am I hurting yo...?"

You shake your head, "Never. I just..." The tingles dance across your abdomen. "I know it's early, but...I think the baby recognizes you. Your magic."

A smile forms on Loki's face as he rests his cheek on your belly, "Hello, our little Prince or Princess. Be good in there for your mother." 

Your hand again finds its way into Loki's hair, massaging it as he nuzzles against your stomach, humming a tune:

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer aleneOver isbreen tar jeg meg fremI eplehagen står møyen den veneOg synger: "når kommer du hjem?"

Author's Note: If you've gotten here, that means we've BOTH made it to the end of this story! If you're also a follower on TikTok, I hope you enjoyed this part, since there were a few more details :) I know I said it in the notes of the last part, but THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for reading along! Story 5 is in the works, aka Google Docs, and it is unlike anything I've written so far. I can't wait to officially start writing it, on here and TikTok. No start date yet, but I do hope that you will give it a chance! Thank you for all of your love on this story. In the meantime, I have 2 other completed books as well! Please let me know what you thought of this story xx