You looked at Loki with a questioning look on your face. You wanted answers, no. You needed answers. You tilted you head to the side and crossed your arms over your chest. 

'What was that?' He stared at you with a frown, shaking his head and throwing your question out of the window. 

'Is it true?' he inquired. You arched up an eyebrow. 

'What is true?' 

'Did you're mother had you tested?' 

'Of course,' you huffed. 'Dad insisted. You know, when you have a milionaire as you're father you run stupid tests to make sure nothing is wrong with you and a fertility test happened to be one of them!' you spat. 'Why don't you believe me?' 

'I do believe you,' he grumbled. 

'Then why did you ask?' His eyes met yours. 

'Because...' he wandered off, his eyes looking flicking over to everywhere but you. You sighed. 'If I am really going to be marrying you, we need to honest with each other.' You took little steps towards him until your body almost touched his. 'Loki?' you voice sounded hopeful. He ran an hand trough your hair and smiled carefully. 

 'Okay. I can be honest,' he said and cleared his throat. 'What do you want to know?' His thumb stroke your cheek, and it soothed your emotions. 

'Well...' You took a deep breath and dared to face him. 'Who was Elisabeth? And why did she called you Lokes?' You spit out her name as if it was a bit of dirt on your shoes. 'And why the name of God would she lie and tell you I were infertile?' His arm fell next to his body and he looked away in something that could be resembled as shame? 

'Do you want to sit down first?' he offered. You shrugged. This must be a big deal. Your breathing picked up and your heartbeat increased. He carefully took your hand in his and led you to the bed, which you sat on. When he began speaking, he didn't let go of your hand, only squeezed it reassuringly. 

'She was my fiance once.' You felt a pang in your chest and your vision went blurry for a minute or two. You face paled and your breathing came out ragged. 

'Wha- What do you mean?' you squeaked. 

'Elisabeth and I go way back until she-' He stopped talking and looked down at his lap. His jaw clenched tightly. 

'What? Until she what?' you asked quietly. 

'Until she hooked up with Fandral,' he said, his words dripped with venom and you wondered if he had moved on, or if he still liked her dispite her disloyalty towards him. You bit your lip. 

'I-I'm sorry to hear that, Loki. Uhm... I am not good at comforting people - let alone Gods, but... Do you need a hug?' you whispered. His eyes met yours and he smiled. 

'I could always use a hug from you. Come here,' he said as he puts his arms open for you to crawl in. You wrapped your hands around his torso and his slid around your hips. You sat like this for awhile, and although you wanted to stay like this forever, you needed answers. 

'Why did she lie about my fertility?' you wondered. He stroke your hair, slowly cradling you. He sighed. 

'I guess she regrets it. Being unfaithful to me now I am about to be King of Asgard. Back then, it was supposed to be Thor, but now he's busy on Midgard helping the Avengers... I reckon she regrets it...' You curled your nose in disgust. If that was true. If she truely regretted it... what if Loki dumped you back on Earth to be with her? You squeezed your eyes shut. 

'However, I am the God of Mischief, but that doens't mean I lie to my love. I just don't. Believe me.' He kissed the top of your nose. 'I guess regret always comes to late... and it's not different in her case. I have you now. Way better, smarter, and in my humble opinion a more beautiful woman.' He grinned at you. 

'So... You're not leaving me if she were to ask you to-' 

'Never.' You smiled and kissed his forehead. 

'Okay,' you whispered, trying not to scream from excitement. He chuckled and fell back with you in his arm on the mattress. You squeaked as you landed on his chest. 

You gazed into his mesmerizing eyes. 

'When are we going to plan the wedding?' you questioned him. That was the thing you were so looking forward to. You could imagine walking to the- 

'I suppose we could start doing this now. I mean, I already invited half of Asgard, but you can pick the decorations, the food and everything you can think of. You smirked. 

'And my dress?' The dress was probably the most exciting thing of that day... that and actually marrying the man in front of you. 

'You can pick one tomorrow with Peppa if you like that. I am free in the afternoon as well, so-'

'No, you can't see the dress before we get married,' you protested. 

'What? Why not?' he asked you a little accusatory. 

'Because.' 

'But why?' 

'It's a Midgardian habit. Please?' He rolled his eyes playfully. 

'Okay. But I get to pick your jewelry. Do we have an agreement?'

'Deal,' you hummed. Nuzzling you head in the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent. 

Then there was a knock at the door and you practically lauched off Loki, which made him laugh. 

'Come in,' he said while still chuckling a little. Peppa's head stuck from behind the door and she smiled at you two. 

'Good morning, my King.' She gave you a polite nod, while you were waving enthusiastically at her. She tried to suppress a giggle, but the sound left her lip nonetheless. 

'Ah, Peppa. Goodmorning. I assume you are here for her?' Peppa nodded and came inside, halting just in front of the bed. 'I'll let you two alone. I have to attent businesses. I don't want her to leave this room. And don't let anyone in. Not even your colleagues. Do you understand?' Peppa nodded like a sheep. 'Thank you, Peppa. I trust you.' You glared at Loki for locking you up like an animal when he quickly kissed your temple before he walked out of the room. 

Peppa must've sensed your displeasing thoughts. 

'He means well,' she soothed. 'He's just worried about you.' You shrugged. 

'I guess so...' 

'Of course he does!' she exclaimed. 'I've never seen him care after someone this much!' Your mouth fell agape. 

'Really?' 

'Yes. I wouldn't lie to you, Y/N,' Peppa said with a smile. 'Now, let's do what I came here for.' She winked at you, which you slightly blushed at. You're stomach churned and you bit your lip. Well, you couldn't blame yourself. Peppa was an attractive woman... 

'Oh?' 

'I was suppose to test you to see if you are pregnant?' she questioned. 'Oh dear, I didn't pick out the wrong day, did I?' she panicked. You quickly shook your head. 

'No, no! I forgot. I'm sorry. This morning was just a little overwhelming, that all,' you kind of apologized. She flashed you a smile and grabbed something out of the bag she carried around her waist. It looked almost like a pregnacy test. 

'Okay. You just have to pee on this and wait for a minute,' she explained. Maybe because it is a pregancy test. You facepalmed yourself internally. You grabbed the test from her and tiptoed to the bathroom, you were actually a bit surprised she didn't follow you, since a certain someone had told her to keep an eye on you. 

You were sitting on the toilet, doing you job. 

'Peppa?' you called. The bathroom door swung open and a panicked Peppa with a pale face stormed in. 

'Are you hurt?' she cried out. You shook your head. 

'Uhm...' You blushed once again as you were still peeing, the sound embarrassing you, but she didin't seem to care in the slightest. Maybe she watched people peeing all the time? 

Luckily, you were done after a few more torturing moments. 

'I was just wondering why Elisabeth had to touch my tummy to tell if I'm pregnant or not.' Peppa arched an eyebrow. 

'She did that?' she questioned you. You nodded, got up and pulled your knickers back up, smoothening out your skirt. 'I don't know... It doens't work that way. We use pregnancy test just as humans do,' she explained. You huffed. Not only was that hand thing Elisabeth did was stupid, it didn't work neither. Like, really? What was she thinking? Loki loves you. Not her. Not anymore. 

You were sitting on the bed again, Peppa next to you, she held the test in her hands and you were praying to the God of Mischief it would be positive. 

Her face fell and she bit her lip. Your stomach dropped and your mood plummeted. 

'I'm sorry, Y/N,' she said as she handed you the pregnancy test. 

You took it weakly, turning it over to see the result. 

'I'm sorry, but I'm not going to serve you any alcohol the next nine months.' There were two stripes on the test and you shrieked happily. Peppa laughed and pulled you into a hug. 

'Oh my God!' you yelled. 'Don't do that ever again!' You hugged her back, enjoying the warmth she radiated. 'I can't believe I'm pregnant!' 

She giggled at your happiness, stroking your hair. 

'I can't wait to tell Loki,' you hummed. For a minute, you forgot about Elisabeth. You were pregnant and you found yourself wondering if it were a boy or a girl. But whatever the person would be, you would be happy together with Loki.