It’s not that he’s counting the days spent here or anything. No he’s not. The thing is that Dean really has been spending time with Loki, learning more on his culture, and even learning to read the books that are here. Since he was brought to Asguard. Not to mention the facts that Loki, his lover had given birth to their child Zara.
Whom Dean had nothing but everlasting joy at. He’s jittery however on this day considering the fact that he had left a certain box by Loki’s bedside. He’s retreated to the gardens, as if to hide almost. He’s fought monsters, demons, angels and yet this simple little thing is getting under his skin. The ring he had given Loki had been one that he had chosen from the heart, not to mention, the girl whom Loki had given birth to had been something that had been emotional for Dean. Upon holding the child. He doesn’t want to lose Loki at all.
After the birth of their first child, a little girl who they decided to name Zara, Loki found himself sleeping quite a bit more than usual. Although his body didn't take much time to heal due to his accelerated healing and the influence his magic had over his physical form, the entire process of pregnancy, birth, and aftercare was exhausting. Where Loki normally only sleep three to four hours at a time, he was now sleep seven to nine hours.
True, he felt guilty for leaving Dean alone with a newborn when he needed to sleep and the child was active, however he seemed to do so well with her, he didn't feel as though Dean needed to be supervised. He was, after all, the girl's father.
Waking late in the morning, Loki found himself alone in his bed chambers. It was quite and Zara wasn't in her bassinet either, leading him to believe Dean had taken her somewhere. To the gardens, if he had to guess. Slowly, he rolled over to pull himself from bed, but he stopped when his eye caught something odd. A box that he was sure he hadn't placed there and didn't remember seeing the night before. Plucking it carefully from it's resting place, Loki decided to be nosy and inside he found a beautiful ring, one that arguably was a perfect match for him.
It must have been from Dean, he was sure of that. Who else would get him a ring? So he took the small band from the box and slipped it onto his ring finger--that was the finger Midgardians wore it on, aye?--and pushed himself from the bed, hair still messy from sleep and clothing resembling pajamas as he went in search of the hunter. Once he found him, he didn't even say anything, he merely walked up to him and kissed him, mindful of the child within his grasp.
"I'm not sure what the ring was for, but it's beautiful, Dean. Thank you."
