Meeting Old Friends/Family
"Shit!" Loki exclaimed through a mouthful of cheesecake as Thor appeared in the living room.
Tom came running in from the kitchen at the racket and smacked right into the Asgardian. "Hey! Who the hell...?"
"I am Thor Odinsson. I would have words with my brother,"
Loki sighed, clearly exasperated. "Thor," he grunted, struggling to sit up under the heft of his belly, "how many time have I told you? You're not my brother!"
Thor looked genuinely hurt. "I...I thought..."
"I'm sorry," Loki said softly. "Now help me up so I can greet you properly,"
Thor helped the god to his feet with no effort and enveloped him in a warm hug. He stepped back and looked up and down his adopted brother's figure. "Brother!" he exclaimed. "You are unwell. We must take you back to Asgard for the healers to examine,"
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Unwell?" he repeated.
"Yes, you are quite...swollen!"
Loki glance at Tom who had moved behind Thor. "He's not swollen. He's pregnant. And a bit chubby," Tom smiled, moving beside Loki to rub his belly.
"Yea!" Loki pouted, arching his back to push his tummy further into Tom's touch, purring at the sensation.
"Pregnant," Thor whispered in wonder. "I...I am to be an uncle?"
"We're not..." Loki began, then rolled his eyes. "Aw, fuck it. Yes. You're going to be an uncle,"
Thor picked Loki up and swung him around in excitement. "Brother! This calls for a celebration!"
Loki narrowed his eyes. "Wait...why have you come here?"
"I came under father's orders to bring you back to Asgard,"
"No!" Tom exclaimed. "You can't take him, I won't let you!"
Thor looked at Tom as if seeing him for the first time. "And who are you, mortal?"
"He's my husband Tom. And I'm not leaving him," Loki said dangerously. "If you try to take me, I'll kill you before you can lay a finger on me. I love him. This is..." his voice dropped to a whisper as tears spilled from his eyes. "It's where I belong. I finally have a home. Please don't take that away from me,"
The demigod gazed intently at the weeping form of the one he called brother, and acquiesced. "Very well. You shall remain on Midgard with Tom," he smiled kindly. "I'll tell father...I'll simply tell him that I couldn't bring you back in your gravid condition,"
"Thank you. Brother,"
***
The three ordered takeaway from a smorgasbord of restaurants. Tom watched as the Thor challenged Loki to an eating contest, smiling to himself. He'd seen firsthand how much Loki's appetite had grown and had no doubt he could give the Asgardian a run for his money.
Hours later, all the food was gone. Thor had departed after declaring victory for himself once an incredibly stuffed Loki's pace slowed. He leaned back and burped loudly, rubbing his bloated belly. He sighed in immediate relief as Tom undid his jeans, allowing the swell of his full tummy to surge forward. "Overdid it, huh?" he grinned, slowly rubbing soothing circles into Loki's distended middle.
"Ooof," the god groaned, adding his hands to Tom's rubbing his fat and swollen stomach. His head lolled back and forth as he hiccuped, drunk off his gluttony. He let out another huge burp. "So...so...full," he muttered, hiccuping. Tom peppered Loki's hot, sensitive belly with kisses as he drifted into a food coma.