She nodded, unable to do anything but watch how composed he appeared in such a situation. And having him there was such a reassurance; already, she could feel the anguish she’d suffered these past nine months retreating. Pushing, she found, was much easier now; the baby within her no longer fighting to stay in her womb. Loki’s gaze never left hers, and for that she was grateful. Clara’s instructions faded into the background until all that remained was Loki, her, and the baby. Time passed quickly, one minute flowing into the next until nearly half an hour was gone. The pressure was building, and then Clara was telling her it was time.