“Well, that’s just a place holder. It’s no easy feat trying to name a baby.” He’s an idiot, your honor. But he loves her. So much.

He’s quick to miss her back. Because he loves her. So much. And he really, really needs to get on making that baby.

“Mmmm… Bed.” He’s up instantly, with her in his arms. The animals wouldn’t take his spot today. Bad enough he has to share her on any given day.

Just cheek? He’s pouting now.

Now he’s smiling. All the lip kisses. He meets each kiss with a carefully crafted one of his own.

He’d do anything for his lady love.

He’s well aware, and he appreciates it about her more than he can express.

Maybe she should. If he sent a picture of his toned chest… It’s just added reason to not silent treatment him.

It’s totally suitable for work. The flerken and the catten are both laying on his chest.

Thought he was getting the silent treatment!

Not incorrect

: (

Should I though?

Don’t mind him scooping her up bridal style.

“It was this or throw goose into a portal. Figured you’d prefer this.” He’s teasing, all the same, walking them through the threshold. His lips brush over her forehead as they do. “I’ve missed you.”

“Have we discussed marriage?” He asks out of nowhere. Probably again. It’s been on his mind all day and he can’t remember.

Loki nods, biting his lip. “It would be the proper next step, and one I want to share with you, but given what tore us apart years ago… I wouldn’t force it on you if it’s not something you want.”