Dark ears flicked back at the sound of the voice and he turned his head slightly as she came upon him, finally placing the scent with a face - the wolf he'd shared a heated moment of passion with not long ago. Uh oh.
Before he could do more than open his jaws to reply, she was launching into a monologue. We have some little... matters to discuss. Double uh oh. She wasn't here to ask him to marry her or some nonsense like that was she? She hadn't struck him as the type... He got a very bad feeling about that start.
At least the surprise and concern had served to lift him out of despondency for the moment as he stared passively at her, allowing her to continue. Though what she said next was not what he was expecting. Wait... children? His children? He gaped openly at her now, jaw working as he attempted to find some words to say - any words, a sound, a squeak... but he couldn't seem to find the brain power. Children? He didn't even begin to know how he felt about it.
In his shock, Loki nearly missed what she went on to say, until he realized she spoke of slaying them. "NO!" the sound burst from him, the first he'd managed to make since the one-sided conversation began. He coughed, forced down the hackles that had risen in his sudden alarm, and started again under a forced calm. "No, it won't be necessary to kill them. I'll take them off your paws when your time comes."
Having said that it was time for a little soul-searching for dearest daddy Loki. He would swear that she hadn't been in heat when they'd mated, and she said she hadn't known either so... How did he even know they were his? Did it really matter to him if it wasn't proven? Judging by his own unbidden response he didn't want the pups dead, but would he even be able to take care of them? Would he be any better of a father than she would be a mother? He didn't know, but something in him was squealing with joy at the idea of being a father. A darker, more conniving part of him agreed, but for a different reason: wouldn't raising these pups, treating them right the way his father had not, wouldn't that make up for his own monstrous being, if only a little?
One question slid into his mind... What now?
"Speech"
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