Rememberance
Your birthright, was to die.
Those words kept rolling inside his mind like a broken record, brining along the same wave of hurt they did the very first time Odin spoje them, right before handing Loki his sentence.
He hated how much those words hurt him, hated that despite how neglectful, how ignorant of him Odin was, how very openly he favoured Thor, Odin's words, the very recognision of how much Odin hated him, hurt Loki to his core.
And yet, he didn't make the smallest attempt to keep them out of his mind, because as much as they hurt, they kept him away from thinking about his current predicament.
During his time on midgard, the nausea, fatigue and occasional sharp pain in his abdoment didn't raise much alarm. He was still recovering from the Other's "convincing" after all, pain and discomfort have become more familiar to him than wellness.
When he arrived back on Asgard, despite feeling his strenghts return to him and his illnesses and injuries vanish, he was surprised to see some of his sympthoms linger, the nausea and fatigue more than anything. Back then, he still just attributed them to nervousness about his impending trial. When Odin brought him the verdict, Loki thought he would vomitt then and there. The prospect of never seing Frigga, the only remaining ally he had made him desperately want to scream that he did not do it on purpose, that he was controlled, just like Barton had been, that they tortured him until he allowed the mind stone to take over. But who would have believed him?
The All Father, despite supposedly being the strongest sorcerer in the Nine Realms, did not see the corruption, did not even stop to think "why would Loki do something like this?" or even just "Hey i thought his eyes were green, how come they became blue, despite always staying green, even when he shapeshifts?" No, he was far too ready to see him as nothing more than a rabid dog in need to be put down, or in this case, locked away until his last day finally came. Odin would just think him a coward, begging for a lesser sentence. He would at least keep his pride.
He wondered now though, if he should have stepped on his pride just so Frigga, just so mother would have heard. Maybe she would have believed him, she was always better at detecting his lies thsn anyone. Perhaps she could have helped detour Odin from his decision, or at least she could have offered him help and guidance in his predicament.
After he watched the walls of his pdison close around him and the guards turn on their heels and leave him with nothing but his person for company, and he innevitably, out of boredom started to mentally inspect his own being, mentally and physically, it was only then that he actually felt it. A surge of life withing his abdomen, so strong and restless he could almost feel the movement through his skin, even though he wasn't even showing yet.
But this was impossible. He hasn't had relations to anyone since before he fell off the Bifrost. He had no idea how long Jutun pregnancy lasted but even before that he was always careful. Tgere was no way he could have been-
But then, relations don't have to be consensual to produce offspring, do they?
His mind wondered to the day he woke up in a cell outside of space and time, when he first met Thanos and felt his wrath when Loki refused to help him in his insane plan. He was beaten, burned, his mind broken into more times than he cared to count, then when nothing had worked, Thanos sent down his giant hand and with one gesture ripped Loki's already shredded clothes off then-
He refused to think any further.
An indescribable feeling of doom overcame him as he realized he was carrying the Mad Titan's offspring in his gut.