chapter 4

One Year Later

The good thing about keeping my man naked is he doesn't seem to register how big he's getting.

Within sight of 300 pounds, he sleeps soundly in the soft sheets of my bed, beautiful blue eyes closed, black curls over his pale forehead.

I slide toward the edge of the silk sheets to get up, and feel a long arm snake around me. "Stay with me", he moans.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." I brush the dark curls off his forehead and kiss him.

"Gods, I'm too fat to roll over now", he complains.

"You're perfect."

"That's a new one. Hey, toss me my pants..."

"I don't think those pants will be fitting you again any time soon", I tease.

"I just need what's in the pocket", he answers.

I toss him a pair of pants on the floor and jump up. I come back from the bathroom and find him on the floor, kneeling.

"Baby, how did you get down there?" I ask.

"I don't know, but I may not be able to get up again...." He holds out a ring. "But...while I still can get up and move around...will you marry me?"

"Oh my...god of mischief. Loke, really? Are you sure you want this? Sure, sure? I know you worry about me being a mortal."

"I adore you. And since I'm not destroying things anymore...I need a pastime, and husband sounds pretty good. So are you going to answer me?"

"Yes, yes of course", I gush, getting on the floor with him, and throwing my arms around him.

He slides a ring on my finger. It's enormous, oval, and blue. "What is this?" I ask, marveling as it reflects the light.

"It's a stone I found somewhere. In a thing called a Tesseract. I wanted it to be special", he says.

"It's incredibly special, just like you." I can't resist throwing myself on him. He yells and winds up flat on the floor with me on top of him.

"You shouldn't be so eager to kill your groom", he taunts.

"I'm not", I tease, straddling him, and pinning his shoulders to the floor. "Just eager to have my way with him. I love that you let me take control, by the way."

"I love that you want to", he answers. "Listen, we have to go to Asgard. I have to tell Odin, and ask for his blessing, though I don't expect to get it. I have to ask him to let you visit. We have to reconcile this with him."

"When do we leave?" I ask.

"I have to get in touch with my brother first. Maybe he can...smooth the way. I'll try tomorrow, but for now..." He winks. "My future bride...do your worst."

Hours, a cake, two pizzas, and entire bottle of Belvedere later, Loki is naked, perfectly round, and at my mercy.

"Make love to me", I whisper, kissing him.

"I can't", he mumbles, drunk and confused. "I don't know..."

"I've got you. I've got you, baby, just relax, lay back, that's it, lay back." I put him on his back and straddle him. "I've got you. Just rock your hips, angel, you can do that, I know you can."

"Angel", he gasps as he sinks deep inside me, "Definitely first time I got called that."

"You are an angel, you fell out of the sky..."

He cracks up laughing. "That's bifrost my dear, it's a bridge."

"Whatever it is...you're MY angel."

He stops laughing and cups and my face. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now lay back..." I put him back against the pillows and straddle him. His milky white skin flushes bright red.

"This is so embarrassing... I can't even...I'm so sorry..."

"Shhh." He's hard as a rock, but completely confused. It's not only Midgardian food that affects him apparently, the alcohol knocks him for a loop.

"Will you help me, baby? Will you help your angel cum? Angel too fat to get off the ground" he huffs, desperate, hard, and confused, staring into my eyes, and my heart flips over. It also hits me right between the thighs.

I move up and forward and slip him inside me and he lets out a scream that will wake everyone else in the building.

"That's what I need", he confirms and rocks his hips. Nothing can make him forget.

"You cum for me. You're the angel, you're the angel and you know it", he moans.

I take his advice and he quickly follows.

Two Days Later.

"Oh. My. Gods." This from the great Thor. He looks in person exactly as he does on TV, and it's impressive. 6'4, built like a brick s*ithouse. Handsome. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Poster boy of everything a man should be.

"I know, Brother, I know, I'm a fat pig", Loki supplies, "But we can move past that and talk?"

"I...did you do this to him, woman?" Thor asks me.

"Woman?!", I bark.

"Leave her alone, Brother. This was due to my actions. And this is my fiancé", Loki supplies.

"I'm taking you back to Asgard immediately and putting you on a proper diet. If Father saw you, he'd demand you be allowed to come home. He'd...be dismally shocked."

"Dismally shocked?" Loki repeats, "Thor please. Try to get over it. It's just weight. I'm still your brother, and despite what I may have done before, I do love you." He smiles, takes my hand, and squeezes it. Loki is 100% unrecognizable to me from the man I first met; I can't even imagine what his brother is going through right now.

I squeeze his hand back.

"Why...aren't you cussing me out? Why are you so calm?" Thor asks. "And mature. It's weird."

"This and this", Loki responds, pointing to both me and his belly. "Brother, I'm in love. And I'm happy, can't you tell? I have no reason to be jealous of you, or any man."

"I...can kind of", Thor responds. "Your physical state is distracting. But you do seem calmer. Why did you call me here?"

"Well I do want to be go home. To visit. And bring my fiancé with me."

"A mortal?" Thor shakes his head. "Loki, Father would lose it. He would never allow you to marry a mortal."

"I'm marrying her with or without his permission...but I do love Odin, and would prefer to have it. And want her to be allowed to visit to expand her years. It's too difficult to lose these mortals, Brother."

I try not to look stunned. I had the impression my short lifespan made me a questionable investment.

"You really love her, then." Thor glances between the two of us and breaks a smile. "I'll do my best. And I haven't been home in a while either, we'll go together."

He raises his hammer in the air.

"Is that it?" I whisper to Loki, indicating the hammer.

"That's Mjolnir, yes", he whispers back, "Think you picked the wrong brother?"

I rub his back and give his rolls around his waist a pinch as he jumps. "Not on your life."

"Heindall", Thor cries out, "Open the bifrost."

"Better hold on", Loki says, and pulls me into his arms. The air rushes around us and everything changes to the color of a rainbow.

The swirling eventually stops we seem to be standing at some kind of outpost. Heimdall is standing, sword in hand.

"Are you well, my love?" Loki asks as I teeter on my feet.

"I'm gonna puke."

"Deep breaths, my darling", he says. He holds my hand as we head toward Valhalla, the hall of Asgard, with Thor on one side and Heimdall on the other.

"I'm in heaven-literally", I joke.

"Early Scandinavians thought it was anyway", Loki says, kissing my hand.

"Who are you?" Thor asks, confused, "I don't recognize you, Loki."

"A man in love, Brother. I swore I would never fall victim to it, now I wonder why I waited so long", he answers.

"How is Jane Foster?" I ask. Another woman, another mortal, safe topic. But Loki is shaking his head at me mouthing "no."

"Jane is...busy these days. She's the most famous astrophysicist in the world you understand", Thor starts.

"Of course", I answer.

"I better walk you in", Thor suggests.

Tall guards holding staffs step away in unison and my jaw falls open as we walk inside.

"I must go back to my post", Heimdall says, "Welcome home, my prince", he offers to Loki.

"Thank you, Heimdall", Loki answers, putting his hand over his heart.

"WHO ARE YOU?", Thor demands. "This is like that earth movie, Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

"I can still cause plenty of trouble, Brother, if it's what you want", Loki offers.

"It's not", Thor barks.