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A few weeks later, they were at the courthouse getting married. As Loki entered his sixth month of pregnancy, Tom could sense his increasing discomfort and felt it would be better to be married sooner rather than later.
They celebrated by having lunch at Loki's favorite restaurant (where he had nothing but three plates of chips), then curled up on the sofa to watch movies.
"Are you happy, baby?" Tom asked, absentmindedly rubbing Loki's belly.
"Very. I've never been happier," the god said shyly.
Tom smiled and kissed Loki's head. "Good,"
"Thomas?"
"Hmmmm?"
"It's our wedding night. I'm not tired yet. In fact, you might say I'm rather..." Loki's head glowed green as his helm appeared, "...horny,"
Tom groaned the the awful pun, but took Loki by the hand as he led him to bed. "Lo?"
"Yes, Thomas?"
"Keep the helmet on, won't you? I'll need the leverage," he wagged his eyebrows suggestively as Loki growled.
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"If it's a girl, I'd like to name her Ylva. It means wolf. If it's a boy, I'd like to name him Lokki," the god said the next morning as he pored over a book of baby names resting on his belly.
"Whatever you'd like, darling. I just need you to be happy," he said, covering Loki's mouth in a possessive kiss.
"I am. Very,"
"Good," Tom murmured. "Would you like a snack?"
"Definitely. I'm always hungry," Loki grinned sheepishly as Tom went to make his husband some chips.
"Good. You have to make sure our little one is big and strong," he kissed Loki's belly while the god snuggled under the covers for a quick nap before his snack arrived.