Mutual Gaining?
As the weeks passed, the new couple settled into a comfortable routine. Tom was between shoots and they were snuggled together on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Vaguely, Tom grazed his fingertips over Loki's belly, realizing that it seemed softer. He tugged the god's shirt up and gave it a gentle poke. It seemed as if Loki was taking on most, if not all, of the new relationship weight. Loki squirmed and let out a squeal. "Don't!" he whined, wrapping his arms protectively around his middle to cover his pudge.
"What? Still full?" Tom grinned. Loki's appetite had grown very hearty, some might say ravenous, and he'd overindulged in the heavy pancake breakfast with all the extras Tom had prepared before retreating to the couch for a nap while he digested.
Loki, too glutted to mind his manners, burped shamelessly. "Is it any wonder? I must've eaten an entire box of pancake mix," he said lazily through a hiccup. "Ooof," he grunted as the food in his stomach sloshed and churned over and over.
"You did. And an entire package of bacon. Box of sausage. Loa-,"
Loki burped again and clutched his throbbing tummy with a groan. "Would you stop? I know what I ate. And how much. Must you tease me? And I know I'm getting fat. It's your fault, too,"
"I wouldn't call it fat, Lo. Chubby, maybe. But it's adorable,"
The god pouted. "Then why aren't you chubby?"
"Metabolism?" Tom shrugged unhelpfully.
"But the amount of sweets you gobble up! It's almost obscene," Loki huffed as he burped for a third time. "It's your fault for encouraging me to eat," he insisted.
"Excuse me for wanting you happy!" Tom said in mock indignance.
"Fat and happy,"
"But happy, right?"
"Yes," Loki acquiesced before adding, "and hungry,"
"I thought you just said you were full!"
"All that burping freed up some space," he grinned sheepishly.
"Alright, I'll get you a snack," Tom chuckled.
"Make it something chocolate!" the god called after him.