It's your birthday, a date that you adore, and where you know that nothing can go wrong, unfortunately, your husband, Loki, does not see this date as you do, instead, for his eyes your birthday represents darkness and fear.
When he married you, he knew that you would leave extremely quickly for the life expectancy that he has, being your relationship ephemeral like a wave of the sea, and that one day he would blink, and you could be dead, your birthday was a simple reminder that by statistics, you had less time left to live.
— Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. — the entire Stark mansion sang for you with joy, Laufeyson was leaning in a corner, watching from afar with a glass of wine in his hand.
— Aren't you going to celebrate your wife's birthday? — You pouted seeing your husband away, he remained silent.
— Oh, come on brother, don't be like that, sing to her at least. — Loki's silence was absolute.
You sighed without understanding what he meant, he left his glass on the table, before suddenly hugging you, enclosing you in his arms, before bursting into tears right there.
— Uh? Love... — you didn't understand anything.
— I don't want you to die... I don't want to know that you have less time to live and be left alone. — at this moment Laufeyson looked like a little boy, sobbing in his mother's arm. — You are the only being in this world who hasn't treated me like a monster... I don't like to remember your low life expectancy! —
You hugged him tightly, leaving his head on your shoulder, you ran your fingers through his hair while leaving a kiss on his forehead.
— Hey, why do you always think about the bad? — You asked.
— I don't think about the bad, I think about my future. — he whispered. — please... Stay with me, don't ever go, I can't imagine my life without you by my side. — he whispered into your ear, at this point you were going to cry with him.
— I never thought I'd see the liar so sentimental. — Steve laughed watching the scene, followed by Hulk.
— It seems that sex does magic on men. — Wade's giggle was followed by a disapproving moan from Logan.
— Shut up. — Loki couldn't stand the cancer with legs.