Loki didn’t even protest, he perked up at the sight of the yogurt and made grabby hands for it. He had a bit of a love hate relationship with dairy, in that he thought drinking milk was a horrible crime against nature but absolutely loved cheese, ice-cream and yogurt. He happily munched on the granola and the yogurt as he watched Steph decide if she was going to be difficult or not. She was not. “Grayhounds? What are they for?” pets where a concept that asgardianns just didn’t understand. The animals they had where either functional or for eating. “they are very cute.” Loki agreed as he scraped his yogurt empty. He had practically inhaled it. He set the cup aside and picked up his tea, happily savoring the taste. All of his tea where fancy blends and this one was full or orange and vanilla and sweet honey. He was so happy he almost started to cry again, sniffling a little as he wiped his tears away before they noticed. He wasn’t used to being taken care of. Even his mother, hard as she had tried, had rarely been able to actually tend to him when he was sick or injured. Loki couldn’t prove it but he suspected his father had forced her to keep her distance. He didn’t know why, he probably never would but he suspected that Loki had always been meant to be the villain in Odin’s sick and twisted mind. He was a Jotunn and Jotunn where monsters. Sometimes Loki wished Odin had just left him there to die as a baby… but then he wouldn’t have met Steph and Johnny. And despite his terror, he knew Odin could not take away THIS baby growing slowly inside of him. It was half human and that meant it fell under the rules of the human realms. Meaning that Odin couldn’t touch it. A baby Loki could actually keep. It was… dizzying and wonderful and oh so terrifying. How was he going to tell Johnny?! Johnny didn’t want kids. Steph couldn’t have kids… would she be angry? Upset? Would they forgive him? They had to… right? He stared at his cup of tea, lost in thought. How was he going to tell them?