Unintentional Gain?
"Honey? How was your meeting?" Loki repeated.
"Fine. It was fine," Tom answered, sounding slightly distracted.
Loki huffed to sit up despite his full belly and heaved himself to a standing position so he could look his husband in the eyes. "Thomas," he coaxed. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Tom wouldn't meet Loki's gaze, suddenly very interested in his feet. "Do...have I gotten fat?" he asked shyly, voice so low it was nearly a whisper.
"What?" Loki asked, shocked. "Why would you..."
"Because when I met with the director to discuss the script, he not so politely suggested I 'drop all the weight' I've evidently packed on over the last few months. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I...Thomas, you look fine to me," Loki insisted. He took a step back and allowed himself to objectively take in Tom's form. His face was fuller, now that he was looking. He'd grown a bit of a belly, as well. Loki reached out to rub it as it pushed past the human's belt, hanging slightly over his waistband. Tom recoiled from the attempted contact and wrapped his arms protectively around his middle. "I'm sorry," Loki said quietly, lowering his head.
"Why didn't you tell me I'd gotten fat?" Tom asked again, this time almost accusatorially.
"I didn't notice, Thomas. I'm so sorry. You're beautiful to me, no matter your size. I guess I wasn't thinking about how it might translate on-camera. You seemed happy, so I was happy,"
"Ugh," Tom groaned, kneading the soft layer of fat beneath his snug dress shirt. "I feel like a whale now,"
"What is it, 10, 15 pounds, tops?" Loki asked.
Tom went to weigh himself and returned, eyes narrowed. "Twenty seven. I've put on twenty seven pounds since you've gotten pregnant. I mean, I knew everything was a bit snugger, I had to shift my belt a few notches bigger, but...ugh," he repeated, unbuttoning his shirt to heft his belly. "I felt fine before, but suddenly, I feel so huge. Really, really fat. I'm going to change for a run. Are you going to want dinner?"
Loki ran his hands over the expanse of his bloated gut and grunted as he plopped heavily back to the couch with a burp. "No. I'm so stuffed, I may never eat...until tomorrow," he laughed with a wink.