The birth
"Your doing great your highness almost there."
Thanos paced back and forth, hands clasped firmly together as he heard the cries of agony coming from his beloved on the other side of the doors as she gave birth to the future heir.
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours before the muffled screaming was turned to barely audible whimpers heard through thick doors.
The doors opened from the inside to reveal an exhausted orange haired mid-wife with yellow eyes leaning on the door frame still trying to catch her breath when the mighty warlord let out an impressive growl.
"Well?", came out roughly as Thanos tried to mask his worry.
"My lord you have a son." "...and?" "Your queen has successfully survived the birth."
With that said Thanos rushed past the disheveled midwife into the medical bay to see his still trembling wife in the after mass of the birthing process.
Coming to her bed side Thanos placed a gentle massive hand on her forehead to wipe away the sweat before replacing his hand with his lips to press a kiss gently on her head.
"W-where is h-he where?" "Sash everything is alright love"
A different midwife with purple eyes and white hair came over with a screaming bundle wrapped in black silk was gently placed in loki's arms.
"He's beautiful my lord" said loki who never once took her eyes of this precious bundle.
"Mmmh. His name is Thane and he will rule with an ironfist."