“yes. Birth control. Where you remove the parts that allow for pregnancy?” he asked, looking confused. “is that not why Stephanie can no longer have babies?” he asked, confused. Either someone had told Loki wrong, he’d looked up something wrong, or asgard was actually behind earth when it came to birth control. “there are ways to reverse some procedures I believe? In asgard, most of the time the female’s egg tubes, I’ve forgotten the proper word, are magically severed permanently stopping any chance of pregnancy. However, due to the nature of magic, none of the parts die and can be healed later on if the woman decides she is ready later in her life. Many warrior women have this procedure done. No one wants to have a baby on the battlefield, or worse, be raped by an enemy and be forced to give birth to… well, something like me, honestly.” Loki admitted. “is this not how it works on earth?” he asked, puzzled. “I had thought…” he looked suddenly so ashamed. “I am so sorry, I thought your decision not to have children was your own… I didn’t know.”<br/><br/>he smiled a little, glad that she was joking. She wasn’t happy about this, he could tell but she wasn’t lashing out, screaming or freaking out and maybe, just maybe, with time, she’d be okay with this. “Phil Coulson would make a fine nanny.” he agreed with a smile before nodding. “breakfast and oatmeal does sound good. The smell of meat…” he shook his head. “i’ve been trying to hide that, I am apparently past the point of hiding it.”  he grumbled.<br/><br/>He watched Steph leave, less worried than he was before and blinked at Johnny, slowly uncurling so Johnny could see his belly and let Johnny touch it. The baby was too small to really be felt yet, but that was besides the point. “yes.” Loki’s eyes welled with tears and soon he was sobbing again. He’d never expected Johnny to actually accept the baby. No one had ever accepted the children he had born. Jormungandr had been ripped from him seconds after birth and tossed to the roots of the world tree where he’d had to fend for himself. Only Loki’s psychic presence each night had soothed the giant serpent and taught the child right from wrong and how to read and do magic. Loki had only been a hundred years old when the Frost giant Angraboda had caught him and had her way with him. As far as Asgard was concerned, fifty to seventy five was old enough for such activities, but it had been a scarring experience anyway and it had only gotten worse after. Four children, all ripped away from him within seconds of being born with no reasons given. Well Odin couldn’t touch this baby. No one could touch this baby. Loki would kill to keep this baby and he was sure Johnny and Steph would too.