Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV: 
"Darling?" Loki asked while the healers were doing tests on him. Another week has passed and Loki is close to being fully recovered, but is still closely watched. 
"Yes Loki?" I answered. 
"Would you want to meet my parents?" He asked nervously. I have never seen Loki nervous at all in my life. To be fair I was nervous as well. I wanted to meet Loki's parents, especially Frigga. 
"Yea I would love to."
A smile appeared on his face. Even though many people believe that Loki is a tough god that doesn't have a heart; he's actually just a softie who was in pain. He has a pure, kind, and gentle heart to the right people. 
"When would you want to meet them?" He asked eagerly. 
"Are they free today?" I asked.
"I have to check, but my mother would be more free than my father." 
"I know you have a strong relationship with your mother, but what about your father?" I know he didn't have a strong connection, but he never talked about him. 
Loki sighed. "My father always favored Thor. No matter what I did my father always chose Thor over me." 
I walked over to Loki, who was sitting on a chair, I stood behind him, and wrapped my arms that led down to his chest. "I'm sorry. I had no idea." 
Loki grabbed my arms. "It's ok. I just hope he doesn't get mad at me, because of you. I definitely hope he doesn't find out about the baby." 
"If something happens with your father, what will you do?" I asked concerned. 
His grip tightened just a little bit. "I will choose you no matter what." 
"Even if you are an outcast of Asguard?" I asked. 
"Yes. I was an outcast before I could handle it again." His voice cold. 
"Baby, it's not ok. You know that right? Please I know somethings wrong. What is it? You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, just as you are for me." I told him, rubbing his back. 
"It's nothing. I'm fine." 
I snorted. "Loki I've known you long enough that you are lying, but that is literal bullshit."
Loki lowered his head. I started to rub his neck, and intertwine my fingers in his hair. "Baby please tell me what's wrong. You are starting to worry me." 
"Y/N, I just have a lot on my plate right now." His breathing was off. 
"Loki, you don't have to take all of that on by yourself." I started to cry. "I may not be your wife, but us having a baby together makes us dang close to being married. I don't keep secrets from you, so you don't keep secrets to me. I deserve to know." 
"I know you do. I...I just don't know what to do." He said whimpering. 
"It will help to know what is going on." I told him. 
"I just feel anxious all the time everyday. I feel stuck, defenseless. I know this should be a happy time for us, having a baby, but for some reason I feel like everyone would judge me. They would judge me for the being the father of your baby." 
I put my head on his shoulder. "Oh Loki, I wish you told me about this sooner. I don't care what people think. I love you, and I wouldn't want anyone else being the dad." I told him. 
"Really? You're the daughter of Tony Stark I'm sure people are lined up around the corner to date you." He said. 
"Well, you're the son of Odin I'm sure it's the same for you." I joked back.