Loki stood and slowly walked over to the bookshelf, and pulled off one of the books concerning Jotnar delivery. He flipped through it, not even intending to read, just wanting something to do with his hands, before throwing it on the ground as another wave of contractions hit him. Damn, this was moving quicker than he originally thought it would. He held his stomach and bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. He squatted down on the floor and rested his head against the bookshelf as the pain rippled through his body. Tears slipped from behind his eyes, and he knew that he was going to be in for a rough one.

This was their first child, but Thor had made it pretty clear he wanted multiples. Loki was sure he wanted more, but the pain he was experiencing now, even so soon into the birth, made him second-guess himself. He bit down harder on his tongue and slammed his hand against the bookshelf.

"God fucking damn you Odinson..." He groans through tightly clenched teeth. Another wave of contractions racked his body, and he yelped as he clutched his stomach. Something shifted inside him, and it all felt suddenly way too real. "No, no, no...no no no no..." He muttered to himself as he tried to pull himself up and stumble to the door. He managed a few steps before he crumbled to his knees again.

He crawled a couple feet to the servant's bell and rang it again and again. "Fucking damn you...why did you leave..." He cursed his brother for leaving so close to his due date, although, he had given him permission. The bastard should've known to ignore anything he said!

A couple of servant girls came running in, seeing the distressed state Loki was in, and lifted him together. "Your highness, is it happening? Is the baby coming?"

Loki nodded and let another sob slip out. They carried him together to the bed, and stripped it down to just sheets and pillows. They say him up and put pillows all behind his back and his sides to keep him comfortable (well, as comfortable as one could be if an entire person was coming out of their vagina). Loki's brain was so overwhelmed, he could barely even process everything around him. Dozens of servant girls spoke and moved, but everything was just blurs of light and sound and pain. It all felt too much, too soon. Way too soon. Thor still wasn't there.

A voice rang out from all the others, a familiar one. Eir had entered the room, and the servant girls parted to let her through. "Loki, I'm going to need to observe you and see how dilated you are."

Loki hissed through his teeth, "Fine, just do it!" And started pulling at his clothes. He was in too much pain to move dexterously, so a few servants came by to help him get his clothes off. Soon he was fully naked, however, he was in too much pain (emotional and physical) to care.

When Eir came back up from looking between Loki's legs, she looked up at Loki apologetically. "You're going to have to start pushing."

Loki shook his head vehemently and shut his legs, no matter how much it hurt to do so. "No! Norns, damn you! No! Thor isn't here yet, will someone go get him!?" He screamed and dug his nails into the bedpost, wishing it was Thor's hand.

Eir sighed. "Loki, you're too far in to not push. The baby is coming. Push." She stated firmly and spread Loki's thighs apart. "We sent someone five minutes ago to get the King, but that baby doesn't care if he's here or not."

"Oh well, I'm not pushi--" Loki was cut off suddenly by a wave of pain racking his body, making him scream like a banshee and more tears rushed down his face.

Eir stared him down. "Push."

Loki sobbed miserably and shook his head again. "No, not y-yet..."

She pushed his thighs further apart and stared down at the head crowning. "Loki. This baby is coming whether you want it or not. Now, you can either push, or it'll tear its way through you."

Loki shook his head, but he couldn't resist the natural processes of his body any longer. He began pushing, and he screamed as the head stretched him, and it felt like someone had shoved a fist covered in chili oil up his vagina.

He sobbed hysterically and dug his nails so hard into the bedpost that it almost snapped under his grip. After a few good moments of pushing and crying and burning, and so much fucking pain, the head was finally out.

"You're almost there, your highness. Just a few more good pushes and the baby will be here."

Loki let out another cry. "Damn it, where is Thor!?" He screeches and scares the shit out of a servant.

As if hearing his cries and calls for him, Thor burst through the door, tears hanging in his eyes, and smiled brightly at his love. He ran to the bed and took his hand and let him dig his nails as hard as he wanted into his own. Loki felt a weight lift off his chest, and breathed out.

"Push, my love. Our child is almost here." Thor encourages him and kisses his sweaty forehead.

Loki screams as he pushes, finally pushing out the baby, and it begins to wail. Loki lets out some breathy sobs and Eir hands the baby to him after cleaning it up.

"A beautiful healthy girl. What shall we name her?" Thor asks Loki, who is staring in awe at this beautiful creature he made.

"Freia." Loki whispers as he holds the crying girl to his chest. Thor gets in bed beside him as the servant girls clean up the blood, placenta, and other bodily fluids.

Loki never brought up how Thor was late, because it didn't matter. He was there. In the end, he was always there for him and their family. And he would always be there for Freia.