Unbroken (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 29 - Twelve Weeks Miserable

We should start thinking about a plan, Loki. We can't hide out here forever. It's been two full weeks. You think back firmly, allowing him to read you. 

You watch his reaction as you think, his eyes never breaking from his hands on your feet. Although a small downward twitch in his tight lips tells you he isn't interested in having this conversation.

We're safe here. And you grow more vulnerable by the day, love.

A little nausea isn't 'vulnerable', you think with an eyeroll.

Loki shoots you back a skeptical look in silence.

Loki, we can't live in hiding the rest of our lives,  you think. How are we supposed to raise a child like this? And things will only get harder once the baby arrives. We need to figure this out now.

Loki's hands hesitate for the first time, faltering in their movements. He recovers quickly, but he places no words inside your head. You hear only silence between your own racing thoughts. 

Wait, you think aloud, hoping he's still listening. Did you think we were going to have the baby here? 

Again, Loki says nothing in response. But a twinge in his brow is all the answer you need. You can't help but let out an audible scoff. 

That's insane. I can't have a baby in a shack. 

It's not a shack, darling. It's a house.

It's a matchbox.

It's a cottage!

By this point Loki has stopped his massage, and the two of you are locked in a silent, open glare with one another. But you refuse to look away, and instead arch a pointed brow. 

"Well?" you say aloud.

Now it's Loki who rolls his eyes, and breaks your staring contest to return his attention to your feet returning to his gentle massage. This place is simple,  he thinks aloud inside your head. Safe.

It's also rustic. Isolated. What happens if something goes wrong? 

I will be here,  he projects with confidence. 

And you'll do what, exactly? you frown. Without your magic what exactly will you do? Watch me bleed out? Watch the baby suffocate? Listen to me scream while I-?

STOP, he thinks, loudly, his grip tightening on your foot. Please...stop.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as Loki refuses to lift his gaze to yours. So you reach a compassionate hand to his head and thread your fingers through his auburn hair, running them through his long, wavy tresses. 

I can't have the baby here, Loki, you plead with him. There has to be other options. Safer options.

Loki lets out a sigh, casting you a glance. His emerald eyes meet yours.

All right, my love. We can start discussing our options. 

Thank you.

But let it wait until tomorrow. 

Why? you think in question. We have all day. Now's as good a time as any.

I must go into the city this afternoon.

"The city?" you ask aloud. "Can I go with you?" you question, excited at the prospect of leaving the cottage for the first time since your escape to the castle and your daily evening walks. Loki almost always leaves for the city early in the morning before you ever wake up. But today it seems he's delayed long enough to give you an opportunity to go with him. One you intend to take.