Thor smiled softly, brushing fingers through Loki’s hair. “Only yours, my love,” he answered softly. “Just as you are mine.”
Loki hummed and leaned into the touch. “I love you.” he whispered, reaching to brush stray hairs from Thor’s face. “My love…what if I can’t…what if we can’t have children?” he asked nervously, a topic he’d been scared to bring up during their honeymoon.