Loki
"How do you like your new home?" you baby talked to Little Loki in his new terrarium. "Does mama's baby like it here?"
"Please don't call that disgusting thing your 'baby,'" Loki said from where he sat on the foot of your bed watching you.
"You shouldn't talk that way about our firstborn," you scolded Loki as you moved to sit down beside him.
"I think we are both capable of producing much more attractive offspring than that...especially together."
"Hmm, well, maybe we'll find out one day...together."
You turned to find Loki staring at you, his eyes holding a mixture of hopefulness and disbelief.
"I need you, too, ya know," you said. "More than you'll ever know."
Reaching up, you traced your fingertips along the curves of his chiseled jawline. His eyelids fluttered shut at the contact and he whispered, seemingly against his conscious will, "You're my salvation."
"And you're my strength."
You scooted closer to him, hoping he would pick up on your unspoken hint. In response, he leaned down to close the distance between your height and his, his soft lips pressing against yours.
You smiled happily into the kiss when you felt his large hands land on the small of you back, circling you into his embrace.
When he nipped your bottom lip, you pulled back slightly with a giggle.
"Do you want to put the baby in the next room so mommy and daddy can have some alone time?" you asked, looking up at Loki from under your lashes.
Giving you a wicked grin, he purred, "Oh, most definitely, my darling. Most definitely."