"Hush," he murmured, examining her glowing skin and tear-streaked face. Saying no more, Loki waved his left hand, effectively repairing the lights, but setting them low. His own panic threatened to consume him, but he knew he needed to be strong and level-headed for Hermione. She was in distress, of that he was certain. Swallowing thickly, he placed both his hands gently overtop her swollen stomach. Immediately, he felt the wriggling baby calm beneath his touch. His green eyes flickered towards Hermione’s face, relieved to see the pain reflected there diminishing. "Push," he commanded, softly.