Counting Crows [Loki Birthing Thread]

Deaf and blind to the world around her, the tiny ball of fluff and fluid cried haplessly as the first inhale of oxygen burned her lungs, lovingly a scent enveloped her and a warm wetness settled over her, She was nuzzled into something warm and something soft and while she earned for the comfort of the womb, greedily her toothless jaws coiled around a prominent nipple, sucking greedily, hungrily on the teat. Soon she would be trapped by the warm bodies of her siblings as they plopped around her, chubby and just as afraid as she. A second warmth was soon to touch her and her barely processing mind would save it store it, the scent of her mother and the scent of her father, the first two things her tiny brain would comprehend.