truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
Slumber is such a precious thing to Enderly. It is one of the things he craves as much as he does Eris and chaos, and as such he is deep in said slumber when Eris bolts upright and begins her incessant howling and snarling. With a low groan brought forth from deep in his chest Enderly pitches his legs beneath him and sits up so that he is sitting at her back and towering over her. An annoyed sheen in his mercurial eyes is all the revelation one needed for his rude interruption but it is quickly overcome by realization at what is taking place. Honestly, he had expected Eris to go griping about how
hungry she was again, forcing him from slumber to hunt for her in the dead of this god awful night. But this was different. There would be no more of that because his progeny were coming.
To say Enderly is thrilled is an overstatement. He has accepted the fact that she has grown so large because of their passionate encounters. He does not tell her that her large figure perturbs him - he does not like it. He wants her svelte once more so that he does not have to contort his own body to wrap around her. Despite this thinking not once does he admit it out loud lest she rip his throat out or kick him out for a time. It just wouldn't do and he understood this was normal for pregnancy (but really, normal should be a lot different!).
Quiet he as he waits impatiently for this process to be over. After all, he is tired. He wants to rest but there would be no rest with all this racket and her pain going on and he is her mate, he does feel worry at her pain and discomfort. She is his and that possessive nature is all that keeps him rooted to the spot. When Loki arrives in a mess of blood and other unfavorable matter Enderly's mouth contorts in a grimace of disgust. Just image what she will expect him to do to clean it up! His son cries and his ears lift, silver eyes tracking the boy as he leans forward while she cleans him, then it begins again. Oh shit. No more, he thinks with an audible sigh, and then Eris is screaming at him.
"How am I to fix it? I don't know the first thing about births." He says in a rather petulant tone, shifting side to side, uncertain, but as soon as he decides maybe he should check it out (GROSS) Silas comes and Eris relaxes.
Enderly sighs his relief as she shakily grabs his second son and does not begin contractions again. Only when his eyes move to the boy, now clean, does he pause. Then, slowly, his hackles begin to rise and a growl bursts forth from his lips as he moves one leg across her body so that his larger paw rests beside the rump of Silas.
"Whose child is this? WHO DID YOU SLEEP WITH? YOU TRAITOR," he suddenly begins to unravel, voice becoming high and offensive.
"I will kill him for he is not mine," he snaps, leaning his head down as if he is going to grab the pup and rip him away from the traitorous goddess.