chapter 3

6 Months later

I straddle him and push the last of 12 donuts into his mouth. It's complicated. It's wrong, immoral, inappropriate, and probably illegal. Definitely illegal. But I don't care. I can't resist him. It's after midnight and we're alone on the sofa, hoping we don't get caught.

We're both clothed, we have yet to...be together. I think we let it go so long, we're both nervous. Of course part of me wants to gush over him, tell him he's gorgeous, and I adore him, and ask if he loves me. But that part is always squashed by common sense. I guess I'm too scared I'm going to hear him laughing and saying, "Mortals are just are fun, don't you know that? Are you really that stupid? I'm a god and you're maggot..." So I don't ask.

Loki is the most prideful creature I've ever met in my life, so I also avoid discussing his waistline, and the fact that I know the scale is up between 50 and 60 pounds from the day we met.

Tentatively, I grab a roll around his middle and squeeze. He's only wearing a bathrobe. I need to take him shopping.

"Trying to embarrass me?" he asks, pulling away, "Okay, yes, I've gained weight, it's all this damn Midgardian food. You may be a maggot, but I'm a pig." His shoulders drop.

I'm shocked, and reach up to touch his face. He tries to back away, but I stroke his cheek, and look into those blue-blue eyes. "I would never try to embarrass you. I like the way you look."

"I thought we were lying to each other less..."

"Loke...I...like bigger men. It's my taste, okay, and I like you, and then the two came together, okay? I'm sorry, I'm not explaining myself very well. But I think you look great," I try to climb off his lap, but he prevents me.

"Do you mean it?" he asks. I have never, and I mean never, seen Loki look like that. So desperately in need of reassurance.

"I mean it. I think you look amazing, and you would look even better if you gained more." I poke him in the tummy. "But more importantly, food seems to be the one thing that calms you down. I think you'd honestly be dead by now, killed by a Stark-bot, if you were as angry and aggressive and energetic as you were when we met. Food really does relax you."

"I'm just too heavy to move", he jokes. It's a clear exaggeration, but I've never been so turned on in my life.

"I know you think of me as some insect..." I begin.

"Don't you know when I'm just being...well, the god of mischief?" he asks. "I don't think that."

"Loki, I lo..."

I stop myself, climb off his lap, and head for my bedroom, then add "good-night."

"Wait, what were you going to say?" he asks.

"Nothing, nothing important", I respond, but he's like a dog with a bone.

"Tell me what you were going to say. You "lo" something. Finish your sentence", he commands.

"No."

He grabs me by the arm. "I said finish the sentence."

"I love you. Okay, there. Proceed with mocking me", I answer.

"No you don't", he says. "Don't say that."

I keep walking, then turn back.

"Why? You're personally affronted to be loved by a maggot?"

"You don't love me!" he insists.

"How do you know?" I bark back.

"Because you can't!! No one can. And not just because I'm not my brother, but because I'm a bad person, I've done terrible things, no one can love me. I'm ugly inside and out, and now I have this..." he motions to his belly, "No one can love me! Now stop lying!", he screams.

"I'm not lying! You're so selfish and stupid!"

"That's what you say to someone you supposedly love?" he yells.

"When he needs to hear it, yes!"

"Tell me you hate me", he insists.

"Go to hell", I answer.

"I said, 'tell me you hate me'!" he yells, grabbing my arm.

"No! You're hurting me!"

"Say it!" he commands.

"I love you. And I'm a f*cking idiot for it", I hiss back.

He scoops me up in his arms, and I punch his chest, hard, but to no avail, it's like being hit by a fly.

"This is your last, and I mean your very last, second to change your mind", he says. "Tell me you hate me and I'll leave you alone."

"Get off me!" I scream.

"Say it!"

"I love you."

He crushes his lips to mine, carries me into his bedroom, and tosses me onto his bed. He strips off my pants and top in seconds. He kisses my lips, down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and bites my thigh.

"Mine, mine, mine", he growls quietly. "You're mine."

His plump body comes down on top of mine and I pull him out of the clothes he's already popping out of.

I struggle to get my legs all the way around him. I can feel his belly jiggling against me, as he pushes slowly inside me, then harder and faster.

"You're mine", he growls. I grab his round, plump bottom and squeeze.

"And you're mine, tubby", I hiss into his ear and he loses all control. He wasn't kidding calling himself a god. He's an incredible lover, but can't hide the fact that he gets winded faster than he used to. He cums hard.

"You're beautiful and perfect and I love you and you're so damn...breakable", he moans helplessly, burying his face in my breasts. "I've wanted to...for so long, but you're mortal."

"I know."

"I can't lose you. And mortal lives are so short, I couldn't handle it."

"You never touched me because you didn't want to lose me?" I ask.

"You don't understand. I don't handle emotions well...it's part and parcel of being what I am, I'm always a bit...mad. I nearly lost my mind when...well, I can't let that happen again", he bemoans.

"Is there no way?" I ask.

"Only if my father would let you go to Asgard and return occasionally for some sun, you wouldn't have to live there, just soak it up, you wouldn't live as long as we do, but you wouldn't be such a flash in the pan", he says mournfully.

"Would he allow that?"

"He dislikes mortals", he says, "He sees them as what started the war between us and the frost giants. And he's furious about Thor and Jane. If he knew I was in love with a mortal, he'd probably blow up this planet." He laughs.

"So...."

"So..."

"I'll convince him somehow", he says, breaking into one of those heart-stopping smiles of his. "I'll have to go slowly, none of my family is even in my life now, but we need their cooperation."

"And you need to show them you're a different person, for your own sake", I add.

"I'll have to apologize", he says, rolling his eyes. "To the All-Father. What a drag. But...on a more positive note...what do you have to feed me?"

He plunders my mouth with a kiss, and my head spins.

"Wow, you're..."

"A god?" he smirks.

"An egotist", I correct and jump out of bed. I rummage the kitchen for anything I can find and bring it back.

"Open wide...."

I break the cupcake up into a couple of pieces and he obediently opens his mouth.

"So a mad god isn't bad enough for you, you want a fat mad god?" he asks, smirking at me.

"I want you happy, satisfied, and relaxed", I say, straddling him, and rocking my hips.

"Oh....you're tempting me...oh...", he inhales a shock of breath. "There are entirely too many cupcakes on that dish, my dear."

"Entirely too many."

"They need to go away", he says.

"They do. I think you need to eat them, to put them in your belly to make it bigger", I add. "I need you nice and FAT, baby, soft and round."

"You do have a way with words", he squeaks.

"Who's the Silvertongue now?" I tease.

"You are." He leans back against the pillows, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. "You win. Just...f*ck me. You can do whatever you want to me, make me as big as you like."

"You really want that?"

"Yes", he moans, rubbing his belly with one hand and his cock with the other. "You're mine. I just want to be yours. Just do it. Please. I can't..."

"You already are mine", I answer.

"Oh god", he moans, his hips rocking with or without his permission.

"You're already my piggy." The words are barely out of my mouth when he's top of me again.

"Oh", he says, "And I love you too."