Going Out For the Day
The couple awoke the next morning, shared a shower, and had breakfast. Loki ate far less than normal, wanting to enjoy the day rather than being sleepy or uncomfortable from a full belly. Tom noticed, and smiled at the god's unintentionally thoughtful action.
They went to Harrod's and bought the baby a stuffed bear wearing a red sweater with the Union Jack. Loki had said it was for the baby, anyway, but they both really knew Loki had wanted it. They went for a cruise down the Thames and saw the Tower of London before lunching on fish and chips.
"Thomas?" Loki had asked as he munched on his last chip, somewhat mournfully. He'd been craving chips a lot lately.
"Yea, Lo?"
"Are you still taking me to feed the ducks?"
"If that's what you want,"
"Can we buy them a loaf of bread?"
"We brought one, sweetheart,"
Loki made a face. "Blech. That bread's gross," the god informed him. "They deserve better. I saw a bakery next door,"
"Whatever you want, darling," Tom smiled.
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It turned out that what Loki wanted was a half dozen doughnuts. He ate them greedily as he tore chunks of bread off to throw at the ducks. Tom chuckled to himself at how domestic and childlike the god had become. Aside from the occasional moodiness, Loki was actually more pleasant than he was before he'd gotten pregnant. "No more," Loki pouted when the bread was gone, shoving the last doughnut in his mouth with a small burp.
"How's your tummy, sweetie?"
"It's fine! Well, maybe a bit hungry, but it's not full,"
Tom smiled. "Good. I wouldn't want you to have a bellyache on our special day,"
"Why's today special?" Loki asked through a mouthful of doughnut.
"Because," Tom said, taking the god's hand and dropping to his knee. "Loki, would you marry me?" he asked, slipping a simple silver band on the trickster's left ring finger.
Loki's mouth dropped open as his eyes misted over. "Of course, Thomas,"
Tom kissed him and held him close as they cuddled on the park bench and watched the sunset before going home.