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Naming baby number two is a lot harder than naming baby number one. Dagmar was a brief argument about language and meaning that Mobius and Loki surprisingly agreed on rather quickly.. She was a joy and is a joy in their lives. That's not to say their son isn't either. His coming did not surprise Loki, though Mobius was caught off guard and offended when Loki also wasn't. But that was completely overshadowed by the preparations and excitement from all the family, including Dagmar, who was overjoyed at finally not being the youngest anymore. Loki can't blame her. He hates being the youngest, too.
So basically, the name thing fell by the wayside as Sean dealt with high school, Kevin did sports, and Dagmar started Valkyrie training. The baby gets bigger and bigger until Loki pops like a balloon. And the name game begins and it's a heck of an argument because Mobius got to name his two sons ("but I can't remember that!") and Loki is the one who gave birth ("I did all the work! It's my right") and they can't leave until they name him so they sit in the hospital glaring until Thor decides to be a wise cracker and say, "Let me name him! I have the perfect name!"
Needless to say, Thor is escorted from the room and is replaced by Sean, Kevin, and Dagmar, who immediately cuddle Loki and the baby, way too excited about the abundance of energy Loki has. But the look in Mobius's eyes tells her all she needs to know. The man has an idea.
"Hey, kids," he says," why don't you name him? Your mom and I can't seem to agree on one."
The kids all turn like a hive mind in a horror movie, staring at their father until Sean says, "Seriously? You're letting us have free rein?"
"Not to name him anything asinine like Jambalaya, Kevin," Loki says pointedly, "be serious about it."
Kevin scowls but nods, "Okay. Maybe... Bob."
Sean hits him hard, "We're not having our brother named after a minion. How about... Mario?"
"Yeah," Kevin snorts, "cause every kid wants to be named for an Italian plumber."
As the boys argue, Dagmar crawls closer to Loki, looking at her baby brother with thick black hair and dark blue skin. A little boy that looks just like her and her mother. She rests her hand gently on his chest, feeling him breathe. She nods. She knows exactly what to name him.
"Hlif," she says, a smile splitting her face, "Old Norse for protection. He will protect and be protected." Then she kisses the blanket, and the baby cools. The boys look at each other. So does Loki and Mobius. Mobius nods and smiles.
"I think that's the perfect name, Dagny," he says, "we'll name him Hlif."
"Hlif," Loki says, trying it out on her tongue. She looks down at her son, another generation of the Loki-Mobius family. The baby slowly blinks awake with eyes the color of the sky. Loki smiles. Hlif works just fine.