Christmas Dinner
"Thomas, when do I get my presents?" Loki whined from his place in the middle of the living room floor. He was surrounded by shiny orbs Tom had called ornaments that they were going to put on a bush indoors. He didn't get it. But he did like shiny things, and there was a long strand of fluffy shiny stuff that Tom told him was tinsel. He plugged in a strand of lights, mesmerized by their twinkling.
"Sweetheart, dinner will be ready at three," Tom said, coming in from the kitchen and smiling warmly at his husband. "Shall we decorate the tree now? Or a picture?"
"Picture?"
"Yes, darling, it's a Midgardian tradition to send out holiday cards to loved ones. It's typically done before Christmas, but we can get away with it until New Years. And I've got the cutest idea," he grinned.
***
Loki looked at himself in the mirror, his chest and torso painted brown, pregnant belly a cream color. He was wearing his helm from which Tom had hung ornaments, lights, and tinsel. He'd also painted his nose red, declaring Loki was "the most adorable Rudolph ever." Loki played along because Tom had promised to wash his belly once the picture was taken.
Once they'd finished decorating the tree, Loki in his Rudolph costume the entire time, the god reclined against his human enjoying the sensation of the warm water and soft washcloth on his sensitive tummy. "I am cute, aren't I?" he mused, studying the picture wishing the recipient "Happy Holidays Love, Tom & Loki" which Tom had printed out on the computer before taking it to a professional printer.
"Darling," Tom murmured. "And clean. Time for presents?"
Loki lept to his feet excitedly, remarkably agile for someone so heavily pregnant. He handed Tom a small box. The human opened it to find a silver heart-shaped ornament bearing the couples' picture engraved with "Our First Christmas."
"Thank you, darling," Tom smiled, kissing the god. He handed a bag to his husband, smiling brightly as Loki tore through the tissue paper for the gift.
He retrieved a Grinch T-shirt and boxers set, complete with matching slippers. "You're a mean one, Mister Grinch," Loki began singing. "Woohoo! I'm the Grinch! Thank you, Thomas," Loki said excitedly, putting the shirt on and trying, unsuccessfully, to tug it down over his belly. It sat even with his ribcage, exposing a large part of his swollen middle. The god stripped his boxers off and changed into the new ones, unable to pull them up over the swell of his baby bump.
"You can't be comfortable like that, darling,"
"I am!" Loki insisted. "The baby likes the air and the feeling of the warm room,"
Tom smiled and rubbed Loki's belly affectionately. "You're adorable,"
"Thank you. Tom? Can we steal presents like the Grinch?"
"No, darling. As much as you claim to idolize the Grinch for stealing Christmas, don't think I didn't see you tear up when the Grinch's heart grew three sizes,"
Loki scoffed. "I'm pregnant! I'm hormonal. Besides, I had something in my eye,"
"Mmm-hmm," Tom winked, handing Loki another box.
"An air mattress?"
"For after dinner. I've got a surprise for you,"
"A belly rub?" Loki asked hopefully.
"Amongst other things,"
***
Tom ate with gusto as he watched Loki inhale his third helping of beef roast with all the trimmings, his stomach pushing further out with every swallow. He was so enraptured by his husband that he could barely concentrate on his own meal.
After his fifth helping, Loki leaned back and hugged his middle, panting heavily. He rubbed his belly and let out a huge burp, sighing in relief as the pressure in his gut lessened.
"I take it you've no room for dessert?" Tom smirked.
"I do," Loki replied weakly through another burp.
Tom put a chocolate mint cheesecake on the table in front of the god who picked up the pan, placed it on his belly, and finished it off with a satisfied belch. His shirt had ridden up completely over his bloated belly, exposing all of the hot, pink flesh in all its glory.
"You need help getting to the couch?"
Loki nodded weakly, already beginning to pass out. He hiccuped and groaned, holding his distended abdomen as Tom gently guided him to as comfortable a position as possible. Then he retreated to the kitchen to clean up, allowing the god to rest and begin digesting his enormous meal.
***
He came back an hour later to Loki snoring softly, tummy still just as swollen as it had been before. He gently lifted the god's hips, sat on the sofa, and lowered him onto his lap. Then he began massaging Loki's belly, trying to shift the gorge around to make him more comfortable. The more Tom rubbed, the more Loki burped until finally he was awake.
"You're just in time, my stuffed little Christmas goose,"
"For what?" Loki asked sleepily, still groggy from his binge.
"Twenty-four hours of A Christmas Story. I bought the mattress so we can watch it down here, cuddling until we fall asleep with the glow of the Christmas tree lights,"
"That sounds nice," Loki smiled, stretching lazily as he added his own hands to Tom's rubbing his belly.
"What's that?" Tom asked, indicating a small box under the tree.
"Where'd that come from?" Loki wondered.
"Dunno. Go check it out,"
Loki whined at the thought of movement, but heaved himself to a standing position with a burp and waddled heavily to the tree. Tom felt his groin tighten as the god's thighs jiggled, rubbing against each other; his cock twitched as Loki bent over to retrieve the box, burping again, the two enormous globes of flesh making up his ass straining his new boxers, threatening to split them at the seam. He stood up, panting, and waddled back to the couch, glistening with sweat from overeating and exertion. His heaviness was making moving much more difficult, especially after a binge.
"Just...give...me a...minute," he panted as Tom rubbed his sweaty tummy, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses all over the bloated flesh.
"Take your time, love," soothed Tom.
Loki finally composed himself after several minutes and opened the small box. "Great minds..." he smiled, lifting a silver heart-shaped ornament up, reading the engraving aloud. "'Baby's First Christmas.' Thank you, Thomas,"
"You're welcome, Loki," he said, as Loki's hands glowed green. Once the mistletoe magically appeared above their heads, blooming before their eyes, he kissed the god deeply. "Merry Christmas, Lo,"
"Merry Christmas, Thomas," he replied, contentedly curling up against the human's chest just as the movie began.