#dissapoint

“I bet I would! It’s just... maybe I should, y’know, not drink? At least for a bit?”

“Not drink? I’ve never heard you say no to wine!” He plops a cinnamon stick into the gigantic carboy in the kitchen. “And how long is ‘a bit,’ anyway?”

“Oh...” Here goes. “Nine months?”

“Hm.” Loki takes a whiff of the concoction so far. Likely not paying attention.

You stare. You wait.

His green eyes fly open in realization at what you just said. “... Nine months?”

Time passes, and Loki’s project is finished.

“Glögg for me, and hot chocolate for my queen.”

“You’re the best.” Your hot chocolate tastes wonderful, but the glögg in Loki’s cup smells like it’s to die for.

“Is everything alright, my love?”