Northern Lights

                                    

                                          
(My apologies in advance for this being a little stupid, but the prompt was "doing something ridiculous", so please bare with me. Also this chapter includes the final paragraph of the novel The Fault in Our Stars. If you haven't read it yet and do not wish to see the paragraph, please do skip it, I dont want to spoil such a great book.)
                          
Tony had paid for an extensive honeymoon in Reykjavik Iceland, another attempt at making Loki feel close to his own culture and letting him visit temples where the people of his country actually worshiped him and the Asgardians. They stayed in Iceland until Loki was well into his 37th week of pregnancy, having just crossed the nine month mark. Loki was huge, as big as he was probably going to get, and Tony was nothing short of giddy about it. The last morning they spent in the Nordic country, it was Loki's enormous belly he woke up glued to.
                          
"Loki, baby, our daughter is kicking me in the ribs." He uttered sleepily, earning a snort from his new husband.
                          
"Imagine feeling it from the inside." Tony nuzzled into the large bump, kissing it gently and flinging his arms around his counterpart.
                          
"Do we have to leave?" Loki chuckled and gently ran his slender fingers through Tony's hair.
                          
"I could go into labor any day now, Anthony, we have to get home. Besides, we're the only two people I know of who have ever spent three months on their honeymoon. Do you realize we have spent the entire last trimester of my pregnancy and the first three months of our marriage in a foreign country?" Tony sat up, a goofy grin on his face.
                          
"Yes sir, which is why I want to stay. I mean think how cool it would be if you gave birth here...our daughter would have citizenship here, in the United States, Asgard, and in Jotunheim! How many babies in these nine realms do you know who belong to that many nationalities? And you'd be nice and safe and relaxed...no one would bother you. It would just be us and our baby, like you wanted." Loki sat up too and cradled his baby bump with his hand, one of Tony's sliding over it and their fingers lacing together.
                          
"Think about it, darling. We haven't consummated our marriage in our bed yet, which I am eager to do, and I want to have our baby just the two of us, yes, but in our house. Our bed. I want to nest, and I want to be a good mother and stock the nursery Pepper is supposed to have had someone build while we were gone, I want to paint it and fill it with things I know our daughter will love. She's the only living blood relative I have, Anthony. You two are my first real family. Everything has to be ours and special and perfect. For her." Loki could tell that Tony was won over by the look smoldering in his eyes, that lopsided smile on his lips that he knew the God loved.
                          
"Okay, okay. We'll go home. But we still have today to play around one last time in Iceland. I think we should go out and do something mischievous...I mean, that kind of is our thing, isn't it?" He asked, his smirk only growing.
                          
"What did you have in mind, my love?" Loki purred, his hand under Tony's chin bring him closer, his eyes dancing with anticipation.
                          
"You know the Höf (Norse place of worship) downtown with the statue of Thor? I was thinking we should go down there with you in your Jotunn form and see if you could make people kneel. I'll record." Loki kissed Tony hard and let out an eerie laugh.
                          
"Never was a couple more meant to be than you and I." Tony hadn't heard Loki sound quite so evil since the day he captured him in Central Park almost a year prior, and honestly it turned him on. Tony grabbed his iPhone and Loki's hand and they headed out to their rental car, enjoying the ten or so minute drive to the Höf. Once they got there, Loki, who'd never looked quite so in his element, stood before the statue of Thor (or at least what humans had originally assumed Thor looked like) with a wicked smirk upon his face. His skin faded into it's natural light blue hue and Tony admired it lovingly from a considerable distance, filming.