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Life was just perfect. After many years of trying to conceive with your beloved husband, Loki, the God of Mischief himself, you finally were pregnant and were just a week away from your second trimester! It has been a secret joy for you both, choosing to keep it a secret in case ‘things didn’t go according to plan’, but you had your hunches that some people in the Avenger’s Tower were beginning to figure it out. Namely, Natasha, but not much ever slips past her honestly. Yet, the second trimester coming around the corner brought so much hope and happiness with it.
Mostly because the first trimester was a hellish nightmare for you. Not only were you freezing all the time, thanks Frost Giant genes, but you couldn’t keep a meal down to save your life. Your doctors constantly worried about malnutrition for you and your baby and you basically survived off this weird smoothy concoction Loki made. You swore that magic was somehow involved, but he insists that it was just a simple Asgardian blend of foods that seemed to appease the dramatic life growing inside of you.
The thought of your child taking after its ever-dramatic father was heartwarming, yet hilarious to you. Loki caught you chuckling to yourself over this thought as he handed you a plate of your second stack of pancakes.
“Something funny, love?” He smirked, passing the syrup to you too. He looked so domestic, and your heart swelled with thoughts of the future; you, him, and the little one. You sat back for a moment, admiring the young prince you married. His long dark locks, his piercing blue eyes…you wondered if your little one would have the same features and you wished that with all your heart. Loki cleared his throat, looking back at you with his famous grin, as he clearly caught you staring at him. Secretly he loved your leers, craved it even, but he would never admit it to you. Fortunately for him, you already knew and frankly, you loved to look.
“Just so thankful that the nausea is finally over!” He hummed in agreement and kissed the top of your head. Already, you were digging into the stack of pancakes like it was nothing and he got working at the stove to make yet another batch. Now, that the second trimester was right around the corner, the nausea that plagued you was suddenly gone and replaced with the unbridled hunger that both the Godly princes had. Seriously, they were bottomless pits, and it seems now you were too.
You ate everything, all day long. The team came to know you as the person who ‘always had snacks’, even though this reprieve was a recent development. And it seemed that Loki loved to fill the role of personal chef for you. He was always asking you if you were hungry, even though the answer was always yes. The kitchen would be filled with his happy humming as he made you yet another meal. These meals seemed to make him feel wanted, needed even despite your constant reassurances that you had always wanted and needed him. But you would never deny him this simple happiness of fussing over you. You loved it, though and soaked in all his affection like a sponge. It helps that he was an amazing cook. You made a mental note to get him a ‘kiss the chef’ apron. You licked your lips, salacious thoughts of Loki in an apron filling your mind.
Your dirty daydream with your handsome husband was unceremoniously shattered when the kitchen was overrun by several other Avengers; namely Tony, Natasha, and Thor who had just wrapped up a training session.
“Ah, brother! Making breakfast for us, I see!” Thor boomed, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother. As you predicted, Loki rolled his eyes as he flipped a pancake on the stove.
“No, this is for my beloved. You will have to fetch your own breakfast.” This seemed to excite Thor as he bellowed with laughter and slapped your back, a gesture that was meant to be friendly, but his godly strength sent you lurching forward in your seat. In a flash, Loki was by your side, surveying you for injuries and then promptly laying into Thor when he released that, much to his relief, you were fine.
“Thor, you oaf! You need to be more careful!” The daggers that Loki sent with his eyes alone was bone chilling. You remembered back at the beginning of your relationship with the God of Mischief, that stabbing his brother quite literally was a common occurrence. Your relationship with him has softened him, you realized, and again your heart fluttered. If only your hormones could keep these warm fuzzy feelings all the time, instead of spontaneous fits of tears.
“Brother, I am simply just happy that my little sister finally has our Asgardian appetite! Eat up, little one!” Thor replied, a glint in his eyes as he looked at you. He knows more than he lets on, you swore.
Then, as if on cue, you finished your stack of pancakes and Loki slid another one right in front of you to take its place. Happily, you dug right in, oblivious to the stares of shock and awe as they saw you start to obliterate yet another plate of fluffy pancakes.
“Woah, slow down there, Kid,” Tony said, interrupting your blissful pancake filled heaven. Seriously, why can’t you ever eat in peace in this place?
“You don’t want to gain weight! We need you to stay toe to toe with Reindeer Games!” Tony had meant the comment as a harmless jest, but the silence in the usually loud shared kitchen was deafening. Natasha, who has seriously heard Tony say the most ridiculously things, even looked shocked. Thor was staring at Loki, clearly debating if he needed to protect the ‘Man of Iron’ from the potential onslaught of his younger brother. With a flash of green, the spatula Loki was holding turned into one of his daggers and he turned to Tony, the look on his face was deadly. And you? The tears in your eyes threatened to spill over, your lip trembling as the insensitive comment took over your mind.
Just as it looked like an all-out brawl was going to happen in the kitchen, the silence was ended by the clang of your silverware hitting the plate and you bolting from the kitchen. For a moment, Loki’s eyes shifted between your fleeing form and Tony; debating whether or not he should make Tony suffer for making you cry or follow you. His heart, and thankfully his growing maturity, won out and he took after you down the hall towards your shared apartment.
“Ow!” Tony yelped, as Natasha smacked the back of his head, “What was that for?!”
“She’s pregnant!” Natasha and Thor both yelled simultaneously. They both then looked at each other, clearly surprised that the other one was able to figure it out.
Tony sat himself down at the kitchen island, his head hitting the surface with a loud thud.
“I am going to die, aren’t I?” It was a known fact in the compound that Loki was extremely protective of you, and it only got more intense with your pregnancy.
“It was nice knowing you, Man of Iron.” Thor said, patting Tony’s back with light taps, having been reminded of his Godly strength.
Meanwhile, you managed to make your way to your shared apartment and threw yourself down on your bed. Sobs wracked your body as Tony’s comment just replayed over and over in your mind. Loki was known for his insecurities, but they weren’t a stranger to you either. They had plagued you for most of your relationship with the God. The fact that he was a God, was a major factor. You, you were a simple secretary in the Tower, yet you had caught the interest of not only a God, but a prince! It was completely unreal and despite all his outpouring of love and sweet nothings, the feeling of inadequacy never went away completely.
Now, you were hormonal and emotionally frail. Your body was constantly changing, and you feared how your body would look like as your pregnancy went on. Already your body was riddled with what you deemed as imperfections. Stretchmarks, blemishes, and scars; they all reminded you of how imperfect you were next to your perfect, godly husband. The thoughts just made you cry harder as you soaked your pillow with your tears.
The vicious cycle of thoughts was briefly interrupted when Loki’s hand lightly touched your shoulder. You didn’t even hear him come in. You felt the bed dip as he laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. The closeness was welcomed as your sobs turned into quiet whimpers, muffled by his chest as you nuzzled in. After you calmed down, Loki spoke.
“Darling, love, I am so sorry for what that idiot Tony Stark said. It was wrong and I will be having a conversation with him.” He squeezed you tighter as he spoke to you, clearly remembering the comment.
“Loki, that isn’t necessary…that isn’t what I am upset about,” You sniffled. Even though your tears were heartbreaking to Loki, the sniffles and little whimpers were adorable to him. Honestly, everything his little mortal did was adorable to him. His big hands covered your face as he gently wiped away the trail of hot tears that still lingered there.
“Then what has you so upset, dear heart?” His eyes bore into yours as he waited for an answer. The intensity of it almost made you regret mentioning anything, but you knew you could never hide anything from the God of Lies. You never wanted to, anyways.
“I am worried that when I get huge you won’t find me attractive anymore,” The look of shock that graced Loki’s face was unparalleled. You might as well had kicked a puppy, (or whatever his equivalent was, he was more of a cat person anyways), he was so shocked and offended that you would think that of yourself. Softly, he cupped your face with both of his hands as he looked at you with complete love and adoration. The intensity of his gaze was too much now, as you shifted your eyes away.
“Oh, my darling, my sweet love. Please, look at me.” You looked back at him, always unable to resist him when he pleads so sweetly.
“You are the love of my life. My wife. The woman I never want to be without and Norns’ blessing, now the mother of my child. I will ever not find you attractive and if anything,” He chuckled for a moment, a slight tinge of pink gracing his chiseled cheeks, “If anything, I find you more attractive. Darling, seeing you pregnant with my child does something to me and I have a feeling it will only grow as you do.”
One of his hands moved from your cheek to quickly cup and squeeze your ass, pressing your body closer to his as you squeal and laugh in delight. He always knew what to do and what to say to make you feel better and you were always so grateful. Suddenly feeling quite cheeky, you gripped his firm ass in return and Loki rewarded you with a low groan. You never thought you would feel so compelled to take a bite out of someone’s butt, but here you were, craving a nibble of the soft yet firm flesh of your husband’s butt cheek.
“And what if my hormones make me crazy and impossible to deal with? Demanding that you get me a jar of pickles and peanut butter at an ungodly hour?” His hand moved from your butt, to under your shirt and the small of your pack. The small motion sending shivers down your spine.
“You will never be impossible to deal with. I would search all of the Nine Realms for whatever delicacies my Darling desires…and all of my hours are Godly, by the way.” He winked at you, and you giggled. A look of relief washed over his face for a split moment; your sweet giggles was music to his ears.
“I would hardly call pickles a delicacy, but I appreciate the devotion.” His hand traveled higher up your back, unhooking your bra in one swift, calculated motion.
“Yes, well, I know of one delicacy that I will always crave…” Capturing you in a passionate kiss, you knew the rest of your day would be spent in bed with your prince, your husband, the man that you love worshiping your body and feeding you snacks after you both come down from your highs; Tony’s murder long forgotten.
Because, after all, food is love.