#mpreg loki

[greekgeek24]

Title: Nevermore

Author: @greekgeek24k

Artist: @kimmycup

Summary: 

During the Battle of Foragers, Vidarr Odinson lost his mate. Odin decreed that Jotun would give back what they had taken. A mate for a mate. Chief Laufey had three pups, but only one Omega. The Omega was a babe yet betrothed to an Alpha who was centuries older and known for his cruelty.

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Loki

Word Count:  7,727

Major Archive Warnings: Major Character Death/Rape/Non-Con (Not graphic). 

Tags: Hurt Loki (Marvel)MpregImplied/Referenced Rape/Non-conImplied/Referenced HomophobiaImplied/Referenced Character DeathPast Bucky Barnes/Steve RogersBucky DiedAlternate Universe - SteampunkAlternate Universe - 1920sAsgardJötunheimr | JotunheimArranged MarriageJotunn Loki (Marvel)Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel)Pre-Serum Steve RogersOmega Loki (Marvel)Alpha Steve RogersAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsSad with a Happy EndingDepressionSuicidal Thoughts

Written for: @lokirarepairbigbang

[amaranthmori]

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Idunn x bragi whiteboard dump!"

Art by me and @piratespacex 🍎🍏

Bragi, Idunn and their daughter Orchard! <33

Just the sisters discussing mpreg! (Idunn and Sigyn)

[ilitiaforever]

wip Mobius x Loki mpreg

WIPART PATREON PACK Mobius x Loki mpreg

[nostalgia-tblr]

[mpreghotties]

Vore Time Loops!!!!!!!!

I’ve been watching loki season 2 and they’ve been talking a lot about time loops! So, what if Phillip Winchester traveled to the past to swallow and vore his younger self to change a past mistake his younger self made.

Would he be able to make a new timeline separate from his own to fix that mistake and then continue to live as his younger self.

??????

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Supernatural revival's new big bad should be a secret god/jötunn who Loki gave birth to a bajillion years ago and told no one about. The season finale plot twist is that Gabriel is the father.

[trigul]

sketches!

Parte 1

No creo volverlos a tocar así que aquí están. Sí, me inspiré en que Loki estuvo embarazado de una serpiente pero también de cierta serie que lo toco de lo mismo en la vida real (no es un parásito ni una solitaria, señores xD, es su hijo! 🐍).

Su pequeña creció MUCHO en pocos meses después de nacer. Nació completa ôvô y tal parece que él está embarazado de nuevo *misterio*

[secrets-of-loki-beaker]

image description: Pregnant Loki Beaker poses, wearing naught but a fig leaf to preserve his modesty, in front of a grey stone wall and a gold candle sconce. Text in a font that would not be out of place at a Renaissance Faire spells out a limerick that reads:

A Sim from Aurora Skies Had a manhole betwixt his thighs. He docked his cock Beneath his bollocks And his egg sacs were fertilized.

Smaller text at Loki's shoulder height reads, "Grab them man titties."

[amaranthmori]

[olddirtybadfic]

Blond Antagonism: A Sims 2 WTFfic (part one of four)

Once I started writing Sims 2 darkfic, I just couldn't stop. I also apparently couldn't restrain myself from adding in a few batshit elements.

Content Warning: Violence (will include sexual violence in later chapters); xenophobia; human experimentation; high school dynamics reminiscent of the beloved classic, My Immortal; necrophilia accusations; mentions of teenage Sims Woohooing; Loki virgin-shaming Vidcund and just generally being a dickhead; the Mary-Sueification of Vidcund Curious; the Grim Reaper being a very overprotective father to teen Nervous; mpreg mentions (there will be actual mpreg later); Loki slut-shames the Curious brothers for their extraterrestrial relationships; toxic jealousy and envy; Circe says the r-slur; misunderstanding of S&M

-O-o-O-o-O-

Loki Beaker hated all of the Curious brothers, but the one he hated the most was Vidcund.

Oh, sure, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick the hell out of Pascal, or think twice about delivering a psychologically damaging insult to Lazlo, but he just couldn’t touch Vidcund.

The enmity started when Loki and his family moved to Strangetown from Norssimskland. Bjørn, Loki’s father, and Glarn, the Curious brothers’ father, had a bitter rivalry at Strangetown Labs and hated each other in almost the same way. Both Glarn and Bjørn were scientists, but everyone seemed to think Glarn was so much better than Bjørn, simply because Glarn was Simerican and Bjørn was a “foreigner.”

Every night, Loki had to listen to his father go on and on about Glarn and his experiments and skills and scientific crap.

Bjørn’s complaining didn’t really bother Loki much, until Loki realized that his situation would turn out exactly the way his father’s had.

Loki was a very good student. He was also the toughest kid at Strangetown High (save for Buzz Grunt) and, depending on whom you asked, the most attractive.

Then, Vidcund entered high school.

Seeing Vidcund for the first time, Loki didn’t think much of him, except maybe that he was weird. Vidcund was a petite, thin boy with blond hair falling over his face and the clothing typical of those goth kids Loki had seen smoking behind the mall. He was a sharp contrast to Loki, who was also blond, but tall, mostly dressed in blue, and just slightly curvy in the rear.

But while Loki thought Vidcund was weird, other thought he was adorable. ADORABLE. “The kid looks like he walked straight out of the Underworld,” Loki thought. “How is that cute?”

This wouldn’t have annoyed Loki if Vidcund hadn’t been good at absolutely everything. Even worse, he was better than Loki at everything. If Loki got a 95, Vidcund would get a 100. If Loki could run a mile in eight minutes, Vidcund could do it in five. And he could be damn sure that if he could attract two Sims, Vidcund could have half the frickin’ population of the eleventh grade begging to go out with him.

The most annoying thing about it all was that Vidcund was totally oblivious to all of this. Every other Sim in school wanted him, but he didn’t even know it. Loki tried to take him down a peg by spreading the rumor that Vidcund’s emo poetry sucked, but even that backfired on him. The other Sims scolded him for teasing “such a sensitive soul” and Pascal kicked his ass so hard, he couldn’t sit down for a week. “See how well your phat ass helped you,” was Pascal’s parting remark.

No, correction, that wasn’t the most annoying thing about Vidcund. The most annoying thing about Vidcund was that he never bragged about anything. That was the big difference between him and his father Glarn. It was easy, almost justifiable, to hate Glarn for his achievements because he went around rubbing everyone’s noses in it. But if Loki hated Vidcund, everybody would just call him a jealous bitch.

So Loki’s hate for Vidcund was usually transferred to Pascal, who was almost as annoying as Vidcund. Like Loki and Vidcund, he got high grades, but he wasn’t overly-skilled or overly romantically popular. The only reason for this was that Pascal was so generic. Well, except for his interest in the occult. Loki would always tease Pascal, saying that he should look for a date to prom in Olive Specter’s graveyard; that way his date could be as stiff as he’d likely be. This usually earned Loki a punch in the nose.

Loki was doing fine for a while, trying not to strangle Vidcund and fighting with Pascal, until a new girl moved to Strangetown from Veronaville. Her name was Circe Salamis. She was a tanned, toned girl with deep brown eyes and a mane of long, flawless gingery hair.

She also had a temper as fiery as her red hair. She single-handedly beat up Buzz Grunt at the park after he’d tried to hit on her. The minute he laid eyes on Circe, standing with her foot on Buzz’s face and heard her growl, “You’re not so smooth now, are ya, bitch?” he knew he was in love.

Unfortunately for Loki, Pascal was also after Circe. He, too, liked a take-charge, assertive kind of Sim. Oh, sure, she didn’t care about the occult, but those small details wouldn’t get in the way.

Pascal, being the quicker of the two, went up to Circe and said, “Hey, nice fight.”

Loki snuck up behind him and said, “Don’t bother with this guy. He’s a necrophile.”

Cue the ass-kicking by Pascal.

Loki couldn’t quite remember if he’d expected Pascal to attack him the way he did. He figured he must have, because he remembered trying to run away right after calling Pascal a necrophile. Of course, Pascal caught him by the shirt. It was kind of funny, now that he’d thought about it, because he remembered trying to run away, but not going anywhere because Pascal had him by the shoulders.

A pale, black-haired boy on the swings thought it was pretty funny, too.

While Pascal and Loki were fighting, Vidcund walked up to Circe and said, “Hi.”

The two then got into a long conversation about outer space and aliens, and by the time Pascal was finished beating the crap out of Loki, Circe had asked Vidcund out on a date. Loki had come to his senses just in time to see Circe grab Vidcund and kiss him.

At that moment, Loki lost it. “Damn it!” he yelled, causing Pascal to glare at him and the black-haired boy to hide behind the slide.

Loki’s only consolation was that Circe and Vidcund ended up breaking up. For the stupidest reason, too. Circe wanted to Woohoo, but Vidcund “just wasn’t ready.”

Now, Strangetown High was no Catholic school. There were no rules about Woohooing, either, outside the school or inside the school. If they wanted to, the students could go into the bathroom at lunch and have at each other, just as long as they were back in class when the bell rang. Ninety-nine percent of the students took full advantage of the the lack of rules about sexual behavior. Hell, even stick-up-his-ass Pascal tossed his virginity out the window of the boys’ bathroom after chess club ended one afternoon.

There were literally only two people who were still virgins left in the entire school; Vidcund and a freshman named Nervous Subject. At least Nervous had a good excuse for not Woohooing; nobody wanted to risk getting him pregnant and angering his father, the Grim Reaper. A few of Nervous’s past boyfriends who had broken his heart mysteriously disappeared and nobody was eager to find out where they’d gone.

Vidcund was perfect at everything and, on top of that, he was a paragon of purity. Good god, he made Loki want to puke.

Now that they were all adults, Loki and Circe eventually hooked up and were married. The Curious brothers still lived together, Vidcund was still a virgin and better at everything than Loki, and Nervous lived with Loki and Circe. Not by choice or anything, they’d just shown up in Nervous’s dump of a flophouse and told him, “You’re coming with us.” Nervous, being the obedient Sim that he was, went with them.

The Curious brothers could experiment with getting abducted and being the aliens’ whores all they wanted, but Loki and Circe had the Son of Death himself, right there in their own home. Right now, they were working to see how he reacted to certain traumatizing situations by experimenting with him. Like how he reacted to shock therapy.

One day, Loki was testing how Nervous responded to being whipped with a riding crop (not very well) when he overheard Circe talking on the phone.

“Pascal was abducted by aliens?… Oh, he liked it?… Well, when’s the baby due?… He already had it? That’s nice… Whats his name?… Shaquanderone. Cute… Sure, we’re still on for the planetarium on Saturday… See you then.” She hung up.

“Who was that?” Loki asked warily.

“That was Vidcund.”

Loki looked up from hitting Nervous to glare into Circe’s eyes. Circe glared back, her brown eyes piercing through Loki’s blue ones.

“Loki, I’ve told you a thousand times: Vidcund and I are no longer dating. We’re only friends,” Circe stated firmly, her eyes never leaving Loki’s.

“Yeah, and you started off as ‘just friends’ in high school,” Loki shot back. “How do I know you two aren’t going to be messing around behind my back once the lights go down?”

“God damn it, Loki, are you retarded? What part of ‘we’re just friends’ don’t you understand?” Circe was shouting now.

Nervous stared back and forth, from Loki to Circe, his brown doe-eyes even wider with fear. He didn’t like it when Circe got this angry; she was prone to experimenting on him harder when she was like this.

Apparently Loki didn’t like it either, because he dropped his glare and didn’t talk back to her.

But he did smack Nervous one more time. The boy yelped.

“And you really shouldn’t be whipping him like that. We’re experimenting with shock therapy, not S&M.” Circe stomped upstairs.

-O-o-O-

Loki had left whipping Nervous (much to Nervous’s relief) to go cool down on the roof. There was a lone telescope up there and Loki liked to look through it when he was alone. Sometimes he looked at the stars. Sometimes he looked at the Curious brothers’ house.

Tonight, he could see Lazlo looking excited and high-fiving Vidcund. This was probably because both Vidcund and Lazlo had just gotten promoted.

Loki sneered. Vidcund had been promoted faster than anyone at the whole damn lab and he’d only been working there, what, three years? The man just wasn’t human.

Loki focused in on the deck where Pascal was stargazing with the telescope. He was just asking to get probed again, wasn’t he? Loki certainly hoped that he didn’t because Pascal was borderline murderous towards Loki thanks to the pregnancy hormones.

Loki saw Pascal rotate the telescope in his direction. Then he saw the shocked and angry expression on Pascal’s face. Then he saw Pascal wave—well, he saw a finger go up.

Loki chuckled at Pascal’s anger. He wasn’t mad at Circe anymore.

At least, not until he went inside.

“Yeah, Loki’s being a cunt about us hanging out together. He thinks we’re going to do it in the planetarium or some shit… What’s Lazlo screaming about? I can hear him in the background… Oh, you got promoted? Congratulations… I heard about your invention: a garbage can that sorts trash from recycling and throws stuff away for you. Pretty neat.”

This was the final straw for Loki. Vidcund’s invention would make his invention—a self-recycling newspaper—totally obsolete. And Circe had gone way too far—no, correction, Vidcund had gone way too far. How the hell could he be going out with his ex-girlfriend and not even think about cheating with her? It was impossible. Circe was bound to leave Loki for that perfect, planetarium-visiting, virginal, hyper-achieving freak of an ex-boyfriend. Loki simply could not let that happen.

“Vidcund must be stopped,” he thought.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Don't mess with the son of Death.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Close To You

Pairing: Loki/Thor

Warning: Mpreg, Intersex thor

Summary: (Anon ask: "love your fics. have you considered writing Thor mpreg? maybe after loki's death in iw Thor realises that he's pregnant with loki's child or mpreg party Thor ")

[bunnimew]

In a Family Way

"Pregnant?" Peter demanded. "Enjoy parenthood!" Loki said with a wave. "I mostly have." "Wait, Loki, don't—" But he was already gone. In the following silence, Deadpool stepped up. "I promise to be a very good dad." Peter sighed. "I appreciate your support, but I'm still working on step one, here."

[lailyn]

All The Plans We Didn't Make: Chapter 5/?

"For Norn's sake, will you sit down?"

 

Thor forced himself to stop.

 

"Goodness," Loki said coolly. "I think you've burned a hole in the carpet."

 

Now that his pacing had come to a halt, Thor felt the need to give Loki another piece of his mind. “You must be honest with him. How can you hope to be what you should be to each other otherwise?”

 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Do you seriously think making a baby suddenly makes an honest person out of someone? Have you never watched Paternity Court?”

 

“What’s that?” Thor asked in bafflement.

 

“Just a show,” Loki said vaguely. “Your strange friend the doctor recommended it. He said it would give me insight into the human psyche, specifically of men who bred women, only to then claim they didn’t.”

 

“You shouldn’t watch the shows here on Midgard,” Thor said ominously. “They are not made for intelligent viewing.”

 

Loki snorted fondly. “Except for the Discovery Channel, you mean.”

 

“But of course. The Discovery Channel’s brilliant,” Thor said. “It tells you how things are made, everything from Pop-Tarts to babies.”

 

“Oh, I assure you, they know how to make them.” Loki cupped his belly contemplatively. “But this was not his doing.” 

 

“Oh,” Thor stammered. “S-Sorry, I just presumed - Barnes is not - he isn’t the father?” 

 

“Of course he is, you idiot! I meant - ”

 

A withering look and a deep breath later, Loki tried again. “I only meant…that it was by mistake that the child came into being, and the mistake was mine.”

 

“That is a matter of perspective,” Thor said with a shake of his head. “You act like you have hit a brick wall, but a child could only be a blessing, not a mistake.”

 

“A wall…” Loki’s heart began to race as another memory resurfaced at Thor's words. “Do you remember the one time Father wanted to build the strongest walls around Asgard?"

 

After a long  grave pause. 

 

“I remember,” Thor said.

 

“Whatever happened to the builder?”

 

“The Jotun to whom you promised Freya’s hand should he succeed?”

 

Loki nodded slowly. 

 

Thor licked his lips, a nervous tic Loki thought his brother had long lost. “I killed him.”

 

Loki hummed. “I’d have liked to have seen that.” 

 

“You disappeared,” Thor said quietly.

 

“I did, yes,” Loki murmured. He closed his eyes, his forehead creasing in consternation. “Where did I go?” 

 

When he opened his eyes once more, his pupils had blown, black and wide. “I nearly died birthing him, did you know that?”

 

Thor's head jerked, as if slapped across the face. 

 

“Did Father love him?” Loki wondered aloud. “Sleipnir?”

 

“Loki, stop this.”

 

Ignoring Thor’s increasing agitation, Loki continued casually. “When you take someone’s child away, the onus falls on you to love them, does it not?”

 

Loki looked up at his brother. “Did you love him? Mother wiped my memories, but did you love my son, on my behalf?”

 

“I was selfish then,” Thor said, voice deep steeped in regret. “The people I loved…were few.”

 

Then came a hush, a silence so absolute only the sounds of Thor’s ragged breathing filled the room.

 

“Fair enough,” Loki finally said. “Your encompassing love for yourself did not exactly allow for the welfare of others.”

 

“After all these years…” Thor whispered. “Why have the memories come back?”

 

Loki’s countenance darkened. “You would have kept me in the dark for all eternity, and you do not see the problem with that.”

 

“Your grief was too great. It was devouring you.”

 

“That’s your excuse? Mercy?” Loki hissed. “You know better than I the terms of the geas Mother placed on me. Every drop of water an abortifacient, every morsel that passed my lips a prophylactic. All administered against my will.”

 

“I am complicit. I am neither denying nor justifying my part in any of it,” Thor barked. “All I want to do now is to help you. Why can’t you see that?”

 

“If you really want to help me, take me back to Asgard right now.”

 

Thor inhaled deeply as he strived for composure. “You were the one who wanted to come, Loki. What precisely is the matter?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

Thor’s eyes narrowed. “You’re keeping me talking to stop Barnes from coming in. Try again.”

 

“It’s complicated.”

 

“Uncomplicate it,” Thor growled. “If anyone could dumb anything down for anybody, it’s you.”

 

“Bucky can’t be a part of this.”

 

Thor was silent for a while. “That is not fair.”

 

An involuntary laugh burst out of Loki. “Since when have you cared about what is fair and what is not? You, who have always done what you wanted with not a single thought for others?”

 

“You will not defend your choices by glorifying mine,” Thor said roughly. “They were my mistakes, my burden to carry.”

 

“You hypocrite.” Tears of accusation dewed on Loki’s lashes. “You knew.” 

 

Thor turned ashen as uncertainty warred with terror. What horrible, unearthed secret Loki was alluding to now?

 

“You knew I was getting too close. Why didn’t you speak? Why didn’t you warn me?”

 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Thor gaped. “Warn you of what? Love?”

 

“Finding love is easy,” Loki said bitterly. “Keeping it is another matter entirely.”

 

“I can’t see into the future, Loki. I can’t tell you if this is going to end well or badly for you, just like I couldn’t tell with Jane Foster and myself. But for the short time that she lived, I was happy," Thor said, his voice cracking. "We were happy."

 

Loki looked away, not willing to look Thor's pain in the eye.

 

“I will not stand between you and happiness, Loki.” 

 

“Happiness...” Loki’s wandering gaze dropped to his lap, and he sighed. “To yearn for happiness is to hope. To hope is to live half a life. It is a death sentence.”

 

Thor straightened his shoulders. He was nothing if not relentless. “Brother, hear me. If you care for him, let it be his decision.”

 

Loki closed his eyes lest his tears do the unthinkable such as falling. “I hear you, Thor, loud and clear."

 

"Then, why?"

 

"I am not ready," Loki sniffed. "I am simply not ready.”

 

Thor pinched his forehead. “What will you have me do?”

 

“Take me home,” Loki pleaded again. “Before I tie a knot I can’t undo.”

 

“I’ve never known you to run.”

 

“In all the centuries we’ve lived, how have you not realised?” Loki asked in disbelief. “Running is all I do.”

 

A sudden realisation dawned on Thor, hitting him like a ton of bricks.

 

“Of course,” Thor breathed out. “That explains it.”

 

“Explains what?” he heard Loki ask dimly.

 

“Why you’re running,” Thor said. “You are afraid that Barnes will not love this child.” 

 

Loki’s jaw gave an imperceptible spasm.

 

“I have seen you two together, and there is no doubt in my mind that you love each other. And I have no doubt that if there is a child, they would be cherished,” Thor said. “Unequivocally.”

 

Loki averted his traitorous eyes, but his silence spoke volumes.

 

“It is either that, or you’re running just to see if he will chase after you.”

 

A swell of rage filled Loki’s chest and red swallowed his vision.

 

“To Hel with this!” With a snarl, he threw back the covers and catapulted out of the bed. He waved a hand and his belly returned to its former flatness, the maddening bump instantly hidden behind a glamour. 

 

Thor wedged himself between Loki and the door, but Loki had other ideas. 

 

The windows imploded with a loud crash with the force of Loki’s seidr. He was hoisting himself onto the ledge when the door swung open with a bang, nearly coming off its hinges. 

 

A black shadow flew past Thor like the wind. 

 

A low voice rasped, “Don’t you dare - ” and Loki found himself pulled backward, almost tripping on the pile of blanket on the floor.  

 

If you don’t mind,” Bucky snapped at Thor, “I need to talk to your brother.”

 

“By all means,” and like the doctor before him, Thor slunk out of the room as fast as he could.  

 

“You’re not leaving," Bucky growled. "Not before you tell me what’s really going on.”

 

“There is nothing going on!” Loki shouted.

 

“Bullshit. I haven’t seen or heard from you in days. Then you show up, looking like you’d rather be anywhere in the world but here, and what do you do next?” Bucky’s voice rose despite all his effort to remain calm. “You fell into the water and nearly killed yourself.”

 

"Please,” Loki scoffed. “That is an utter exaggeration - ”

 

"Shut up,” Bucky said quietly. “That day, you told me you had lost something. You couldn't tell me what it was. Or you chose not to, I don't know. Then you told me you love me. Was that a lie?”

 

“How can you say that?” Loki took a step back in horror, but Bucky’s metal fingers tightened around his wrist so tightly prying them apart would inevitably cause something to break.

 

“Then have the will to finish what you started!” Bucky shouted.

 

Loki’s face fell. “James…”

 

Bucky grabbed Loki’s other hand -

 

“Love me,” he pleaded. “Love me like you’ve loved the ones before me. Love me freely. Love me more.”

 

He crushed Loki’s icy fingers against his hot, flushed face. “Because I love the hell out of you.”

 

Loki stood stock-still, wide-eyed and silent.

 

Seconds passed, one heartbeat at a time. 

 

“You said you were going to break my heart one day,” Bucky choked out, expecting the worst. “Don’t let it be today.”

 

“James,” Loki said faintly.

 

"Not today, Loki."

 

"Bucky," Loki called quietly. “I am with child.”

 

“What?”

 

“I am pregnant.”

 

All breath left Bucky like he had been socked in the gut. “You’re pregnant.”

 

Loki exhaled shakily, “I’m afraid so.”

 

“I, ah…I need to - ” Bucky swallowed. “I think I need to sit down.”

 

“So do I, it seems,” Loki gasped before his knees buckled.

 

Bucky grabbed Loki around the waist at the same time the glamour, hastily cast in the heat of the moment, fell away, revealing a burgeoning abdomen.

 

Bucky uttered a gasp. "What is this?"

 

"It's the child, it's - arghh!" Loki let out a cry as the pain intensified. Bucky hauled his writhing lover to his feet and helped him to the bed. 

 

“Wait here, I’ll find the doctor,” Bucky said frantically. “I think he’s still around - “

 

“No, there is no need,” Loki panted. “Too much excitement, that’s all. I’m alright, truly.”

 

“The hell you are - !”

 

“It will pass.” Loki’s hand clawed the front of Bucky’s shirt, pulling him in. “Just stay with me.”

 

Torn between fear and anxiety, Bucky braced one hand on the bed and braved the other to feel Loki’s stomach. 

 

When all he felt was soft, yielding flesh where a firm round mass had been only seconds ago, Bucky buried his face in Loki’s chest to stifle a mournful groan. “I don’t understand what’s going on...”

 

“I don’t either,” Loki said between a sob and a laugh. “But that’s okay…right?”

 

“You betcha.” Bucky pressed a fierce kiss to Loki’s sweat-dampened forehead. “We’ll figure it out.”

 

“Hmm,” Loki hummed, eyebrows scrunched together in knots.

 

Bucky tightened his hold around Loki. He thought of what Loki was carrying within him, the burden Loki must have endured ever since he knew. “You should have told me.”

 

Loki’s form gave a subtle jerk. “I know. I’m…sorry.”

 

“Gotta fix that window.”

 

“I’m sorry about that too.”

 

Bucky stared into the inky blinkness of Loki’s hair. “Why do I love you?”

 

“Dunno. You must be mad.”

 

Bucky chuckled softly. “I ain’t complaining.”

 

“I’m so tired.”

 

“Rest,” Bucky commanded. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

 

“Urgh.”

[yonemurishiroku]

Octavian once told Percy that his womb fertile…

Poseidon's son barely restrained himself from stuffing his face.

But Reina explained to him in time what it meant — marine fertility, the gift of the children of Neptune, they are able to carry life regardless of gender.

Percy was in shock.

[Somewhere I read that in ancient Rome and Greece it was the priests who determined the fertility of women and decided for myself that it was in the camp of Jupiter, it was from Octavian and with the explanation of Reina that Percy learned about marine fertility].

The fact that anon keeps coming up with logical headcanons proves that Mpreg Percy could and should have been canon. Anon your commitment astounds me.

[nightingale101]

I am in two minds of writing a Lokius baby/mpreg fanfic..

Option A: the baby is from a different branched timeline Like Loki looks into different branches of the multiverse, maybe looking for ways to stop HWR/Kang, and finds an a version of himself who dies, but leaves behind a orphaned Daughter, and when Loki looks along the Childs personal timeline, he finds it full of nothing but misery and pretty much everything stacked against her to the point where she would become a villain, but basically through no fault of her own. But feeling a connection to her, he somehow sends that child to Mobius to raise?

Option B: Loki and Mobius were in a relationship/fling BEFOR the events of S02EP06 i think you can see where this is going, Loki and Mobius hooked up at some point before the loom exploded, and Loki was pregnant from that hook up when he went and became God of Stories. Has Baby (Again, a girl) and then send the baby to Mobius.

things both of these stories would Have in common: -Loki and Mobius would be in love (Maybe a bit of slow burn? maybe they dont want to admit it) -Loki would be able to communicate to Mobius and appear before him via an astral projection (So they can speak, but cant touch) -Mobius would have to go to the TVA on occasion and take the baby with him. -The daughter would have powers similar to Loki.