Chapter Two
He was ready for a snarky remark, some type of back talk and mocking joke to whatever Loki told him was wrong…he had opened his mouth to say something but closed it abruptly with confusion.
“Labor? Like labor women go through when they decide to have a baby? That type of labor?” His voice was sarcastic as he crossed his arms squinting a bit to see if the god of mischief was just fucking with him. It didn’t even make sense with how his stomach was growing as pregnancy didn’t work like that either.
“You know that’s impossible right? Guys usually have penis’s and you have a penis right. Right? Try again.”
Loki shot him an ever withering glare, just managing to keep his head up. "Midguardian biology means nothing to me. I am in labor." He hardly had the strength to be properly angry when the shift began once more under his palm.
Tony was ready to argue back in a heartbeat, calling the god of lies and mischief out for what obviously had to be a lie. Although he did find himself pausing at Loki’s words and realized he was probably right about that.
He was a literal god his biology could be different.
Releasing a long low moan Loki jerked forward, falling onto his elbow. Half turned toward Tony, hand at his gut the swell increased. He cried out, eyes pressed tight.
The growth was undeniable now. It changed before their eyes. Growing, popping seems, ripping the shirt. Months of pregnancy in moments until he looked far past due. His thighs were forced apart.
Loki screamed.
Between his thighs bloomed a stain of colorless liquid, turning his dark pants black.
Head thrown back Loki dropped to the floor with no intention of getting back up.
But still he had trouble comprehending it at all and still was about to find himself shooting back some type of insult and maybe even telling him to get out if he was going to waste his time. However the billionaire was silenced by Loki’s ominous low moan which turned into a cry as suddenly his belly came shooting out growing at an impossible speed.
“Woah-! what the hell!” He took a step back like he was scared it would grow so much that his stomach would reach him. His shirt was in shambles now as the sheer size of his stomach ripped it into pieces.
“Holy- holy shit this has to be a fever dream.” Tony scrubbed his fingers through his hair, gaze stuck on the ever changing swell. “Fuck, you probably gotta go to the hospital, I don’t know if I can help you with this.” He wasn’t sure what a normal hospital could do for a god but he surely didn’t know what the hell to do.
"And what would a midgardian hospital be able to accomplish?" Loki removed the last scraps of fabric he wore on his upper body. The shirt had been ripped apart.
Lying on his side the lighting scar cast of his stomach was set into sharp relief. The expanse of him was incredible. Blood red stretch marks covered not only his middle but his chest, which had swollen to match. He could hardly lift himself.
He tried to think, Pressing a hand to his head he tried to shake off the fuzz that pressed behind his temples. "I've never had to endure this while in this form," he groaned. "I don't-" his words vanished into a weak groan.
"Water," Loki's words sounded more like a plea than an order this time. Lifting blood shot eyes to Tony it was clear he'd begun to drown in pain and fear.
Yeah, what would a human hospital accomplish with a case like this? Tony didn’t know…but he sure as hell also didn’t know what he was supposed to accomplish with Loki in his living room his body stretching beyond normal means.
He was taken aback as Loki removed his shirt exposing his large breasts that definitely weren’t there before. His body had suddenly become one meant for birthing children, his usual slim and fit body having become the complete opposite.
“In this form?” He stuttered still shocked but chose not to question Loki’s words this time, he still had the juice from before and immediately handed it to him for him to drink instead. From the way he was laying it looked like his belly could suffocate him with just how big it is.
“C’mon you gotta get up, you won’t last in this position.” Tony said hurriedly as he went to take both of Loki’s arms to try and pull him up. “Jarvis.” He grunted, “I may need a forklift for him.”
His weight had doubled in only seconds and Tony couldn’t help but let his hand linger a bit feeling Loki’s taut stomach which was tight and firm to the touch.
Loki tried once more to move his hand. He didn't bother taking the juice handed him, leaving it on the floor, struggling to get back to something resembling a sitting position.
Once there he began to sip the drink. "There's no point in moving now," he looked at Tony over the rim of the glass. "I can't move under my own power and I will not have your robots touching me." The distrust remained clear in his gaze.
He glanced toward the puddle of vomit and made a face. Taking down the glass of juice quick and fast he shook off his nerves.
"A bathtub," he glared toward Tony, trying and failing to regain his heir of ."Do you have a proper one in this damned tower?"
Planting both feet aside his swollen middle he struggled to his feet, groaning as the weight of his middle pulled new stretch marks into the skin
Tony gave only the same stare back to the villain, even now in this state Loki seemed to still be an entitled brat. “You really think you have the power to be making demands now?” He understood the distrust but at the same time he didn’t. Loki had come here on his own free will right? Was this really the time to be questioning him and telling him what not to do?
At least he was taking in the liquids and being semi compliant with what he was doing. “You can teleport right? Do all of those god powers you’re given at a young age.” He didn’t even blink at Loki’s subtle insults struggling to help the god to his feet watching as his belly moved and swayed with him forcing himself up.
“I had the hulk live here. Of course I have proper bathtubs.” He scoffed at the insults before he realized just what Loki was probably implying.
“You said you’re in labor…don’t say you’re planning on giving birth here?” It was something Tony was just now realizing out of the shock of it all. Oh hell no… Loki had already came in here emptying his stomach, he wasn’t about to mess up all his precious home with whatever the fuck is going to be coming out of him.
Loki's gaze cleared for a moment. Fear and pain married in his gaze. Anger tried to compete but refused to win out. Even the usual haughty twist of shoulders and mouth were lost in a sea of agony.
"Does it look like I am in any fit state to teleport anywhere?"
His hand, the one supporting the underside of his heavy midsection, shifted. Perhaps more growing, perhaps something under the skin shifting.
Struggling to his feet, wearing nothing but pants, ripped at the waist band, clinging to his damp thighs, Loki swayed badly, leaning against the glass doors. Despite the press of palm against glass there was no warm ring against the flat glass. In fact there almost looked to be ice from the tips of his fingers.
Loki shook his head slowly, knowing there was no chance in hell of him walking anywhere.
"Even if I were, I don't have my magic now. I used what little I had to 'send me somewhere safe'. Apparently it trusts this place."
He tried once more for anger, any level of royal enforcement. It didn't quite work. "I am not asking for your aid. Far from it. I would prefer to be left alone. I simply need a tub."
Color was sliding from his cheeks.
A low moan caught in his chest, knees shaking, sinking a fraction of an inch down the glass.
Tony noticed Loki’s gaze immediately showing how he seemed too tired to express much emotion anymore. It was almost a defeated look in Loki’s eyes which made Tony immediately uneasy. He didn’t know exactly how teleportation worked but he took a mental note that gods couldn’t just teleport in any state which seemed inconvenient.
“Your magic must be trying to kill you.” He couldn’t help but joke at Loki’s statement. However, just thinking about it for a second did make it all make sense. Tony was the only one here and was probably the only avenger to ever be willing to help the god like this.
He also had machines and medical equipment that could help if anything ended up going wrong…so it seemed like Loki’s magic knew exactly what it was doing but Tony wasn’t going to admit that.
There was also the realization from Loki’s facial expressions that he was indeed going to give birth here no matter what. That made Tony realize he definitely would prefer Loki potentially ruining his tub instead of his carpet.
“Woahhh woah, okay Jarvis, biggest wheelchair we got. Now.” He said moving to help keep Loki upright having a feeling that if he went back down again he was not going to get up.
In a matter of seconds a wheelchair was appearing moving to him because it was electronically controlled. However with just how much Loki had grown it would obvious be a tight fit. “C’mon, sit.” He ordered trying to help maneuver the god into the chair, “the nearest bathroom is only down the hall, try to hold…whatever it is you’re holding in until we get there.”
"That would be the most obvious answer," Loki rubbed his forehead. Why would misdirected magic bring him here. He trusted asguardian magic. But this was foolish. He was in the heart of enemy territory with no way to defend himself... or his impending children.
"That is not how that works," Loki snipped. He ignored the rest of it though, leaning forward to take the arm rest of the wheelchair. Trembling still he sat, groaning as he settled into the seat. Wet still clinging to his thighs, Loki winced, pulling his head away as if he could distance himself from the pain by merely moving.
Even that twisting movement ignited his unrested gut.
The sugar, the sharp citrus of the orange juice pulled at his nausea. Hand over his mouth his pale skin turned a stark green. "I'm going to be sick," he spoke just above a pained whisper.