Chapter Three
“Well sorry Sherlock, I haven’t ever witnessed a god give birth before. Honestly, I think I could go my life without seeing something like that, but first time is a charm I guess.”
He snipped right back at him helping him as he slowly got into the wheelchair. He tried to avert his eyes from the large wet stain in the gods pants. Along with keeping his eyes off of his stomach and tits. They seemed to be almost falling off with him almost bursting out the seams and the zipper and buttons fully opened.
He went behind the chair to start pushing the god to the nearest bathroom, he definitely was struggling a bit but luckily the chair was electric as well which gave him a bit of help.
“Well you can be sick in the bathroom. Not on my floor again, the carpet probably costs more than your asgardian bed” Tony grunted as he continued to push the god to the nearest bathroom.
Loki planted his feet on the foot rests, pushing against them as the next pain began to gather.
Knuckles white Loki pressed his arm hard against his mouth, breathing going harsh.
"Can't-" was all he managed before he was bent over the side, throwing up orange juice. Bile forced more tears down his cheeks. Pain burning throat and stomach. Everything was aflame.
Sick still spilling down his bottom lip Loki wretched, looking dizzy from the force of the nausea.
Loki curled an arm around his middle, chin dropping to his chest, waiting for the midguardians' useless complaints.
For a god, Loki seemed to have a huge lack of self control over his body, Tony thought moodily. He'd expected Loki of all the things he'd ever met, to be able to hold it in until he was able to get him in front of the toilet, until he sudden stopped as he watched Loki lean over the side the discolored orange juice spewing from him as a force.
“God. Fucking dammit.” A string of curses flew from the billionaires mouth as he was pretty helpless of doing anything then letting the god clear his stomach onto his newly cleaned floor.
“I swear, After this whole thing I’m going to make you clean up everything.” He complained just like the god was expecting but when he was done he continued their journey to the bathroom only just a few feet away from where Loki had decided to empty his stomach the second time.
"After this I won't be in much of a state to do anything," Loki said helplessly.
Tony let that idea sit a second, clearing his throat forcefully.
“You said you need to be in a tub. Should I run some water?” he stopped the chair right at the door frame, knowing that it was too big to fit through.
He just hoped Loki wasn’t the same way.
Keeping his eyes closed, fingers at his temples, the other cradling his lower belly, Loki tried to ignore Tony's voice.
Scared he wouldn't be able to get up again and refusing to let the mortal see any more weakness from him he planted his hand on either arm rest and forced himself up. The weight of his stomach was keeping his thighs apart.
The groan wrenched from him was so pitiful he winced from the mere sound of it.
Shoulder pressed into the door frame Loki took several steadying breaths, moving to the tub.
It was tiny by his own standards. Asguardian tubs could be seen as pools on this planet. But no time for more complaints.
One hand at his back Loki sunk to the rim of the tub, hissing through his teeth. The pains had been worryingly muted since his waters had broken.
Tony tried to help, getting the chair out of his way, only have his hand swatted away.
"Fine, fine," Tony muttered, watching him carefully. Even the short walk between door and tub looked painful. Simply being on his feet seemed to take years off Loki's life. And Tony hate the worry gathering in his own gut.
There was a moment of silence Tony watched as Loki suffered in his silence, he was quiet a few seconds before saying. “All right, Loks. I’m sure you don’t want to do this as much as I don’t want to see this but I think the pants are gonna have to come off.” He cringed at his words but he meant it knowing that Loki probably wasn’t going to last much longer.
Reaching around Loki he got the water running. He'd have apologized for getting the fancy threads we, but they all seemed torn or messy anyway.
Loki looked up through heavy lids, confused at the man. "Why haven't you left?"
There was no malice, nothing of his haughty nature in the words. He'd simply grown too tired for it. His pride taking a massive blow, Loki knew there was precious little he could do or say now to regain his previous air of power to this mortal now. And so he asked the questions that came to him, slipping from his lips.
"You've not abandoned me to my labor, nor left me on the floor of your tower." He did just manage to stop himself before reminding Tony there was backup that could be called. Thor could be summoned and ruin everything.
For a second Tony was quiet as he actually thought of a non embarrassing response as to why he was helping the god. “Well…” he trailed off for a second almost purposefully to let the anticipation as to why build.
The moan built from the same place as the pain, beginning at the base of his spine and spiraling down each limb. Lips pressed, Loki rocked back and forth on the edge of the tub, forcing his eyes closed.
“I’m a man who always thrives to learn Loki. There is little in this world that I don’t know.” He said building up his ego as he watched Loki leaning on the tub rocking back and forth. “I’m simply curious. It’s not everyday you see a god appear on your balcony and his stomach literally grows in front of your eyes. If it wasn’t so weird I would actually call it cool.”
Loki’s question was incredibly warranted. The two of them were enemies having fought on multiple occasions due to Loki’s dumbass ideas. If it was any other avenger they would’ve contacted Shield and have him taken away without a second thought.
He placed a hand on his back quietly hearing Loki’s moan as he was probably going through a contraction. “I mean with you specifically I’m supposed to disable you and call shield immediately. However doing it now would just seem pitiful and cruel.”
Loki listened to his bragging, rolling his eyes under closed lids. But he was hardly in the place to insult the man even as he said what should have been done with him.
Blood running cold Loki flinched from the man, hating the fear that struck him. "If you'd done that you'd be risking more than one life," he tried to think of something that would speak to his moral high ground. "I've got innocent lives to protect."
The contraction came to a sharp end, ripping underneath his rib cage.
Hand at his gut Loki breathed out, long and low. His dark locks had grown out in the months he'd been missing from the lime light. Hung around his shoulders, still falling in his face, he looked awful. In the harsh lights of the bathroom it was clear all the mass of his body had shifted to his middle and chest. His upper arms were skeletal, cheek bones jutting out harshly.
Tony didn’t plan on calling Shield or Fury. They were always up his ass for one reason or another and if it wasn’t an actual emergency, Tony just didn’t seem a reason to contact them. He didn’t try to touch him again understanding just why the god would flinch away from him.
“I can say the same exact thing Loks. It’s my job to protect innocent lives.” He understood what Loki was going for as he could see there was some care for whatever the god was carrying. Seeing at it was a worry of him he did decide to be a bit nicer and ease the tension.
“From danger.” He finished abruptly with a sigh as he leaned against the counter of the sink crossing his arms with a smirk. “Right now the only danger you are is a danger to yourself. Seeing how your body willingly sent you here and is forcing you through labor. Who did you even fuck anyways? I didn’t see you as the type to have a partner.”
Loki's determination to remain pleasant died at the words.
Jerking back from Tony, Loki gripped the edge of the tub. "I do not- I will not-" he stopped, his heart beat speeding Loki swallowed hard. "My partners are none of your business."
The fit of rage gave him just enough strength to stand, kicking off his threadbare pants and stepping into the water. He slid down with a long groan, caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy. The sound was uncontrolled.
Tony wouldn’t expect any less of a reaction from Loki after asking such a personal question. Though his eyes did raise at him at what he had to say. “Partners? Oooh you must be a little player huh, I suppose even gods like getting tag teamed.”
Loki ignored him. Laid bare in the misted water the space between his legs became more clear. Upon first glance he seemed entirely male. Well endowed as he should be as a god, Loki let himself slide deeper into the water, lifting his knees above the surface.
Underneath, still leaking pale wisps of blood, vanishing pale pink into the water, was a slit, long and spread open. An exit for what was incoming.
With taking off his pants came Tony getting a pretty good view of the one thing he was curious about from the beginning. “Huh. You do have a dick, I was half expecting you didn’t.” He said with genuine surprise and now was even more curious about the gods bodily atomany.
He watched as the god got into the water letting himself fall deeper into the big tub as it filled with warm water. Tony didn’t turn the water off instead let it keep running to fill it up and even checked the temp of it to make sure it was okay.
He saw as the water tinted the moment but he still got a glance in between the gods legs as he kneeled down next to him in the tub. “Holy shit. Did your body tear itself open or something?”
Managing yet another glare Loki shifted again, cheek on the edge of the tub, letting the cool porcelain seep into his sweat soaked skin.
Tony's curiosity could be sated by sight.
He didn't answer for a long moment, feeling pressure beginning at his hips. Dropping his head back Loki pressed a hand to his side. He needed anything to push back against the feeling of intense pressure on his bones. Groans turned harsh vocalization, crying out without control.
"It, it would seem," his spine arched, the same as it had before. No more growth. All the mass of his middle was pressing downward now, on its descent. "Feels like I'm being torn apart," the cry turned to a scream, face screwed tight.
Tony couldn’t help but wince at the moment as it was obvious that Loki was naturally progressing. He watched him quietly for a moment examining almost every moment the god made. He was one hundred percent positive at this moment that this wasn’t a trick at all- Loki was really about to give birth.