“oh.” Loki blinked and then looked very haughty indeed. “Jarvis has been stealing my pee?!” he looked so affronted, and sounded so affronted that even from the distance, they could hear Tony cracking up. “I wouldn’t know.” Loki admitted. “i’ve never been allowed to use those. I must rely on the magical abilities of my mother.” he admitted. “basic magical scans and the like. It’s specifically designed to reject any of the… monsterous, races.” Loki admitted. “they always told me my magic was too uncontrolled and it messed with the magic controlling the machinery.” Loki shrugged. “it was a lie I believed well into adulthood.” she admitted before laying back and letting her breasts hang free with a wrinkle of her nose at having to be naked. “I don’t think I have… what is mastitis?” Loki asked, worried. “I did have an infection one year. I was very very sick.” Loki admitted. “my breasts where very red, swollen and hot to the touch. They hurt like everything. I recovered after a while. I suspect that because I was so weak to begin with, lost the babies and wasn’t able to nurse or… I believe you call it pumping? I think the milk just backed up.” she admitted. “it was quite miserable.” she admitted before shrugging.<br/><br/>“it’s not really a conscious decision. Much of my shapeshifting is done on an instinctive level. Or perhaps magic chooses? I’m not really sure. I can become a horse for example without knowing anything about the body structure of the horse. Some forms are much easier, like woman and man forms of my already existing body.” she admitted. “I think it’s just what I would naturally be, genetically, if I had been born an Aesir woman.” Loki admitted, lifting her hands to her head obediently. “Magic and Genetics tends to go hand in hand with beings like Jotunn and Aesir.” she blinked at the doctor. “it could be worth looking into, I’ve honestly never truly thought about why my form chooses the shapes or colors it does when I shapeshift.” she admitted, feeling the rising magic she reached out for Johnny, wanting to hold her hand. “please relax.” she smiled at Johnny. “i’m doing alright.” she promised. “this isn’t so bad. I’d much rather Dr. Daugherty do this than Mr. Banner.”