My muse found a baby left on their doorstep. Send me a ☁ for my muse asking yours to help them out.
It was three in the morning and someone decided to knock on his door. Loki was pissed as he flung the door open, not expecting to see anyone and it just be the idiot teenagers playing tricks. Instead, he found a baby. Tightly wrapped, just laying on his door step. He looked around confused before picking the kid up and closing the door.
He stood for a minute decided what he should do with it, before wandering back to his and Tasha’s room. He sat on the edge of their bed, and lightly poked her cheek. “Hey Tash…?” he whispered, giving her a bit harder nudge.
Nat woke shortly after, padding to his room to apologise but noticing his absence. Falling asleep on his bed, the baby lay beside her.
He walked up and down the streets, searching for anything that could give a clue to where the baby had come from in the first place, and after a few minutes of walking dead streets he returned home. He trudged up the stairs and kicked his boots off when he got to their room, not noticing they were in there until he sat on the bed.
Nat was out cold, not stirring even as he almost sat on her.