chapter 7

In our apartment...

He's groaning, naked, packed solid, and hard as a rock.

I put the final spoonful of Chinese food in his open, waiting mouth.

"That's at least 5,000 calories right there", I say, kissing him. He tastes of fried rice.

"F*ck me, please", he moans, "Please, I love you."

"I have to find it first", I joke.

"Well I can help with that, because I can certainly feel it. I need it, please..."

I take his cock in my hands from under a pile of belly, and he gasps. "Please please, make your fat mad god cum, please I can't take it."

"Then you don't have to", I say, inserting him inside me and moving slowly.

"Yes! Yes, yes, please..."

"Will you keep eating for me?" I tease.

"Yes! Anything you want!"

"You'll get enormous for me?"

"Yes! Give me something else to eat...."

"I'm going to make you round, perfectly spherical", I say.

"I think I'm there", he jokes, "Make me yours."

"My round soft god, as round as a planet..."

"Yes!" He cums hard, gasping for air. He kisses me. "I love you. You have to marry me now."

I laugh. "Soon. Listen. Baby, it's not that I don't have faith in you", I say, straddling him, "But...this..." I pat his big belly. "Is a fact. Are you going to run fast and jump high? I'm not trying to be an asshole, I'm just asking. How are you going to help find Odin?"

"I'm sure there's something I can do", he says. "Odin is my father, and this is all my fault. But before I go...I want to marry you. Just in case something were to happen, my father and brother will take care of you and honor you as a widow of a prince of Asgard."

"Don't talk like that! This is unlike you", I say, worried.

"I'm trying to be more...responsible. In that vein, my dear, I have something to tell you..."

One Year Later

My 350 pound hubby is sprawled on the sofa, his son asleep on his chest.

My hold my hand over my heart. Every time I see my boys. I love them so much.

I can't help lying down next to them on the enormous leather sofa and slipping beneath Loki's arm.

"Good afternoon, my love", he says, sleepily, kissing me.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Steak and potatoes."

"Mmmm", he says, patting his ever-growing belly, "This big thing is growling eagerly already. When is out cook coming back?"

"She was paid for my Stark, I doubt he feels like continuing to indulge us."

I kiss him.

"This is so odd", he says.

"What?"

"To be this happy, to be this...sanguine." Ode picks that moment to burst into tears.

Ode, as he is called, was named after the grandfather king who was tragically not found alive. He has milky white skin, black curls, and bright emerald green eyes that seem to be a distillation of his father's essence. I don't see much of myself in my son.

As he cries harder, he turns an interesting shade of periwinkle. When little Ode loses his temper, he has a tendency to turn blue, though rarely the same shade twice.

"We need to go to Asgard. Thor hasn't seen his nephew yet, and I think as king he should be able to do for Ode what our father did for me as a baby...make him look entirely normal", Loki says.

"He IS normal", I insist.

"I doubt his school mates would agree", Loki points out.

"I hate to change anything about him...he's perfect like his daddy."

"I can't tell you how grateful I am that you think so", Loki says, shaking his head, "I don't deserve the second chance I got with you." He pulls Ode's bottle from between the seat cushions and hands it to our angry little angel.

"How did it go with Stark after I left?" he asks.

"Not well. I got cussed out a couple times. After all, my job was to psychoanalyze you, not spring you from house arrest, where they all wanted to keep an eye on you. But I got my full salary out of him, which we're going to need if Ode is going to preschool someday in Manhattan."

"He yelled at you? Did he touch you?" His voice is rising, and Ode is starting to go blue again. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go alone. Stark thinks he's someone, but all he really is is a suit, he's not a god..."

"Easy, Loke, no, of course he didn't touch me. He didn't hurt me, and he's marrying Pepper. At any rate, I'm hoping your time with the Avengers changed their minds about you though. And take it easy, your stress seems...communicable to your mini me..." He looks down on Ode as he begins turning blue.

"Easy, lad, your momma is fine. He adores you, protective of you already", Loki says, squeezing his son. "Some, yes, changed their minds about me, not 100%. I hurt a lot of people, I know it will take time. The Captain America guy was all-forgiveness, but I think that's his MO. A few of the others, including my own brother, are still convinced this is all part of an elaborate plan of mine. It will get better with time."

"You'll win them over, I know it."

"Now fatten me up", he says with a wink and a tummy pat that send sparks of lust through me. "I want to be the fattest god around, as long as I'm always YOUR god."

"You're an Asgardian, not a god", I remind, rolling my eyes.

"Hey now, I'm the god of mischief!", he insists loudly.

"Are you still?"

"You can decide that..." He stands up, cradling his son. "No matter what happens, or what you hear, there are two absolute truths for me: I love, adore, and will always protect you, and I love, adore, and will always protect our child." He kisses me, then puts Ode in his bassinet.

"What was that about? Why would I hear anything?" I ask.

"No reason, how about that steak?" He pats his belly.

"Only if you try your old green spandex suit on for me later", I tease.

"Evil vixen, and they talk about me." He leans over and kisses me.

I go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Loki walks into his study.

In the study...

Loki pulls open the top drawer of his desk slowly....and lifts out the Tesseract. He bounces it up and down in his hand with a smirk.