About: Loki returns to Midgard after being away for some time while you are pregnant. He finds you sick in the bathroom and decides to take care of you. 

The door of the bathroom opened. You put away your toothbrush, looking into the mirror to see the intruder. The corners of your mouth curved up into a gleeful smile, but it faded when your stomach churned. You had brushed your teeth to brush away the taste of vomit from earlier. The pregnancy wasn't doing you any favours. 

You placed a hand over your stomach and slowly rubbed it, bending over the sink when you gagged again. 

Loki was at your side in an instant, gathering your hair in his hands and holding it while you threw up once again. He frowned, rubbing up and down your back in a manner that should be soothing you. 

"Are you that disgusted by my return?" he joked, handing you a towel, which you wiped your mouth clean with. You threw him a glare, tossing the towel into the sink. 

"No, I'm glad you're back. Our baby is doing whole workouts inside me," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting. You grew conscience of what your were wearing; a pair of woolen socks and an oversized shirt that showed half of your belly when he stood there in his full Asgardian armour. 

He smirked and pulled you into his arms as much as your tummy allowed him to. 

"Wow, it grew-" 

"Yeah, I know. I'm fat," you sneered, huffing and frowning against his chest. He brought his hand up to your head and scratched your scalp, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"You're snappy today, you know that? What's the matter? Are you upset that I left for Asgard?" He suddenly looked glum and if it were possible, you felt even more miserable. You let out a sigh, and let go of him, walking over to the tub and plopping down onto the edge. You stared at him for awhile, shoulders slumped, while your little one kicked your guts. 

You whimpered, grabbing your tummy. 

"No, I'm sorry. I just feel sick. Sorry," you whispered. He cracked a smile and approached you, kneeling down at your feet and leaning his elbows on your knees. 

"That's fine. Do you want me to draw you a bath?" He ran his index finger over the exposed belly, the baby stomping in response. You grunted. "Shush, little one. Mommy is feeling a little sick. Behave." 

Your lips curved up into a smile. 

"Thanks. And a bath would be lovely," you spoke, your temper fading along with the baby's kicks. 

He got up and let the bath run full, arraging the soaps and shampoos for you and making sure there were enough bubbles for you to enjoy. 

"It's ready, sweetheart." You nodded, getting up from the edge and peeling your shirt from your body and pulling your panties down. Loki's eyes descended on your fully exposed tummy and he smiled. He took your hand in his and helped you step into the tub. 

Once you sat down, he took your hair in his hands and twisted it into a bun, securing it with a hairclip so it wouldn't get wet while you bathed. You closed your eyes and leaned back, the water reaching to your chin. 

"How was Asgard?" you asked. He shrugged, sinking down onto the edge of the tub and searching for your hand under the water. You took it and braided your fingers with his above the bubbly surface. 

"Well... Father hasn't changed much. He's still the same old bastard like when you met him... I told my mother." You rose an eyebrow, smiling and guiding his hand to your lips, kissing his pale knuckles. 

"Told her what?" you asked, stroking his hand, gazing in his eyes. He smiled and looked down at his lap, a slight blush clear on his cheeks. 

"That you're pregnant," he muttered, grinning when he looked back up to you. You mirrored his smile. 

"Oh." You fumbled with his fingers, which he didn't seem to mind anyway. "What did she say?" He chuckled, and you caught yourself finding it cute. 

"She wants to see you again. She seemed really happy about it. Even joked about not having to nag for grandchildren anymore." You giggled. 

"So, she's not angry about it?" you said, a smile creeping up your face. You remembered when you had first met her. She had been so lovely and caring toward you. It was like she already accepted you as a part of her family. 

"Of course not. She explicitely told me she's happy about it and that she wants to babysit whenever we need her." You melted. You really liked Frigga. 

"That's really sweet of her," you said, staring at him and taking in how he ran a hand through his black hair to keep it from falling in front of his emerald eyes. He was so gorgeous while he did it. Who are you kidding. Loki always looks gorgeous. Dazzling, even. "What about your d- Odin?" 

"He just ignored me, like always, nothing new, love." You squeezed his hand, giving him an encouraging smile. "What do you say if we order some food? Would you like that?" 

"I'd love that." He nodded and took your phone from the hidden pocket in your shirt. 

"What do you want to eat. I think I'll have some fries. I missed those when I was on Asgard," he said while surfing to a website that sold food. You pressed your lips together, thinking. 

"I'll have a salad." 

"Nonsense, you'll have fries too, darling," he spoke sternly. You chuckled. 

"No, I really-" 

"Shut up, I'll order you a salad and fries." Before you could utter a word of protest he quickly added: "Otherwise you'll end up eating all my fries, like the last time, and the time before that, and the time-" 

"Okay, I get it!" you laughed,  picking up some bubbles and putting some on his nose. He rose a challenging eyebrow and you laughed. You smeared the rest of it on his cheek. He chuckled and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you closer before pressing his lips against yours, spreading the bubbles all over your face. 

He pulled away chuckling, bubbles covered all over your faces. 

"Naughty thing you are," he said tauntingly, looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes that made you swoon over him. 

This oneshot was requested by 

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