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Loki brushed his hair to the side, exposing his neck to finger the bruises there left the previous day. He stared at his reflection, scrutinizing his movements over the mark of possession that, had he been in a better place, he would have vanished long ago. It matched the rest of his body, Loki mused, completing the sight made by his hair disheveled by pulls, his lower lip swollen from biting, and the purplish hand-shaped bruises on his thighs.
He had bled. The liquid seeping out of his folds had been almost enough to discourage Thor. The oaf had stopped his assault, but Loki had not been thrown across a room and pinned to the concrete floor to be left wanting, to be refused completion. His choked back whimper at the breach had threatened to put an end to it, and he quivered with anger as Thor frowned down at him with concern as if he had not buried himself in Loki without ceremony. Where had the brute who cared not about his teammates fighting Loki's latest conjuration gone? So what if Loki's body refused to cooperate?
This would be the last time they met. Thor had finally relinquished his claims of brotherhood, and Loki would be lying if he said the thought of doing this with his once-brother had not crossed his mind a couple times throughout the centuries. The ripping of his clothes and the shoving apart of his legs had looked promising, but if Thor was incapable of sating Loki's needs and curiosity, then Loki might as well go tear down another building.
Thor’s determination to sever their bond returned with Loki's comment. Soon, the slapping of skin against skin and the stench of sex filled the abandoned apartment, Loki's yelps growing louder as Thor battered his insides, grunting above him, having abandoned any and all modicum of worry, and bringing Loki to where he stood in front of his mirror a day later.
Loki sighed when he noticed the steam clouding his reflection. He waddled to the bath, sprinkling it with mint and lavender scented salt before sinking into the tingling of the warm water below. This was the last time, Loki vowed, that he permitted good, old Thor to occupy his thoughts. From this day onward, he would take full advantage of his stolen freedom. He would start with enjoying this bath, mind blank, head against the wall until his fingertips and soles of his feet wrinkled and the water cooled.
How strange, Loki wondered, must it be for a Frost Giant to enjoy warm baths.
~°•°~
Loki stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the downpour beating against his window. It had been a perfect blue, sunny day until the middle of the morning when a scowling man must have woken. Loki cursed himself. He was failing spectacularly at cleansing himself of Thor, but in his defense, the unpredictable rain had been interrupting three weeks of Midgardian summer and his plans to tour the city along with them. He might have to move on without studying his artwork.
Loki pushed himself up on his elbows and tried to disentangle his legs from the sheets before collapsing back down with a sigh and shifting to turn his back to the window.
Both his bladder and his departure could wait.
~°•°~
When the oaf stopped ruining his and everybody else's day, Loki found that he preferred to lounge in front of the television, watching whatever popped up in the suggestions while nursing a bowl of ice cream. He had managed to get himself outside a few times before declaring it a waste of time. The dizzy spells brought on by the renewed heat, the constant need to make use of the lavatory, and the tightening of his pants that warned him he was growing fat on Midgardian treats were all perfect excuses to enjoy Midgardian commodities. The tablet with its infinite choices of reading material was another good reason. Midgardians had a creativity Loki failed to witness in other realms.
When another news segment about the city's missing resident villain began to play itself, Loki licked his spoon and smiled. At least someone – well, a lot of them actually – missed him still. Thor had only needed a few months to forget their final encounter, the fact that it had been him who threw the other through a wall before using his heavier body to cage him on top of the wreckage. Thor had left for London, leaving New York free to experience what little remained of summer and what came of autumn. With his absence, reporters were wondering about the efforts made to capture the criminal who never went a month without a show. While some were genuinely interested in said capture, the young people who had come to see the harmless of Loki's tricks could only grin in anticipation when asked their opinion on what special event Loki had planned for them. Indeed, most Midgardians ran out with their phones in hand to film Loki's “attacks” instead of running for their lives.
The thrill of pleasure brought on by the Avengers' squirming at the interrogation was not dulled by finding himself retching over the toilet minutes later.
~°•°~
Loki flopped down on a chair at the counter, rubbing his bloated abdomen as the cramping receded. He had finally convinced himself to go outside and get his affairs (mainly his appearance) in order. His first step, he had decided, would be to clean his apartment because even he (or especially he) had standards. So, with a wave of his hand, the objects strewn across the room had flown to their respective places until a sharp pain had seized his stomach and the objects had crumbled to the floor once more.
Loki inhaled sharply and slipped his hands under his baggy shirt to feel around the protrusion, choking when it responded with a poke of seiðr of its own. He had considered it, momentarily perhaps, when his blood failed to come, but he had learnt that was never a trustworthy cycle for him after the fifth pregnancy scare. He had done an excellent job of pushing it out of his mind, but now he must be further along that four months and…
Did he still have time to get rid of it?
~°•°~
After scrutinizing his reflection by turning this way and that, pinching the new pockets of fat, and stroking his belly to get a feel of the mound tormenting him (never mind the budding breasts), Loki concluded that he could not actively raise his hand against his child.
Instead, he could indirectly induce a miscarriage by drawing from the pool of seiðr sustaining the fetus. Not the best idea he had ever had, Loki admitted as he schooled his features back into an impassive mask after grimacing at the effort it took him to send just the one car soaring through the air. But six cars, two fires, and one person trapped later, the Avengers were finally called. Minus Thor, apparently. Good. Loki didn't think he could go through with it if Thor was present. He would yield as soon as Thor asked him to go home, or worse. As soon as Thor beat him into the ground like last time before…
“Not looking good, Rudolph,” Stark called from above.
Loki let out a puff of laughter and shouted, “I know,” as the man speeded toward a protesting building.
Loki thought he saw the man look back for a second, but the spots dancing before his eyes made it hard to tell. None of the others were visible to him nor were the roars of the beast audible. Who would come after him? Loki wondered and trailed down one hand to grip his stomach as another cramp surged through the lower region, but no bleeding that Loki could tell. He would have to try harder, if it only weren't for the sweat clothing his skin and the smoke sending him into a coughing fit. As for the child, his armor did a good job of concealing its presence.
The building behind him groaned and the light post creaked. When Loki tried to sidestep, his knees buckled. Loki let out tired, little pants and bent his neck back. Norns, was he out of shape. He raised his hand and called upon his seiðr as both building and light post threatened to topple forward and bury him under a pile of bricks.
His seiðr flickered.
No.
No, no, no. The baby. It would kill his baby.
Before Loki had time to process the distant roll of thunder, something crashed into him full force, hitting his head against the concrete with a crack, the sight of the building falling atop of him the last thing Loki saw.