Chapter Four
His hand hesitated for a moment before he slowly placed it on Loki’s bare back letting it rest for a bit to give him a moment to realize that he wasn’t going to hurt him.
“Yeah, I bet it feels like that.” He said in an effort to comfort him as he let his hand move down more to Loki’s lower back, kneading his muscles like he saw in the movies to help try and relive some of the pressure Loki was probably feeling.
His attempts weren’t really the best, but at least he was genuinely trying to help the god get a bit of relief during his labor.
Loki moaned, long and low at the touch. He didn't have the will to ask him to stop. The pressure against traitorous muscles felt better than he was willing to admit.
Turning his back to Tony, giving him better leverage, Loki forced himself to breathe through the rise and fall of the contraction.
The tub was at least long enough for him to stretch out his legs enough to soothe the cramped muscles in his thighs.
Loki brushed already pruning fingers over the skin beside Tony's hand, tracing the line of pressure pushing at the bones of his hips. He'd been widened by the labor. Not enough. This was going to be bad. Whether bones would need to be moved manually had yet to be seen.
Tony blinked slightly in surprise at the moan that made a bit of heat come to his cheeks. He had never heard Loki make such noises and in all honesty he didn’t mind it in the slightest.
"It wasn't this bad before," Loki shook his head slowly, cheek pressed against the porcelain. His eyes were heavy lidded. He didn't try to turn around, to face Tony, letting his long rank hair sink into the water, swirling with every slow movement he managed.
“Before? So you already have kids? So you just decide to try and take over the world one day and later go home and make your kids dinner.”
He couldn’t help but joke his hand still pressing on Loki’s lower back to help ease the pressure more going over where Loki had touched taking it as where it was heaviest.
“Loki, are you sure you can birth whatever this is? I mean I’m sure you’ve noticed but you’re literally huge, can you even... can you even stretch that much?”
He so wanted to reach his hand lower to feel Loki’s aching and leaking slit and his hand did move down a bit lower subtly. Tony was still a scientist and if this was an experiment Loki would be on the table on stirrups everything on full view.
Loki flinched at his words. "There is so much you can never hope to understand," he said.
It wasn't often Loki sounded the thousands of years he was. Thor had his moments. But they never drug his voice down, sounding as if he'd lived a hundred lifetimes.
"As for the births," Loki could feel the cramp building up his spine all over again. He pressed his eyes closed, lips tight a moment. "I am sure I will be able to manage," the words were chosen carefully but with so little faith behind them it was hard to believe them.
The rumble of a soft cry began in the base of his belly, building along side the contraction until it was gripping, muscles tighter than steel bands.
Loki's hand shot out, finding only Tony's wrist for comfort, hand clutching desperately at him. "Y-You humans, you have remedies, yes?" he looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears. "I've heard them- drugs. Something for the pain?" he knew he was a pathetically weak mess now. But he could hardly stand it.
Tony found himself cringing for Loki as he could only imagine if this was just one of many births some of the things he must’ve birthed if he was this huge with a ‘regular’ pregnancy. He gave a small ‘Hm’ at Loki’s low pleas for something, he knew that If he was actively asking for some painkillers it definitely must’ve hurt.
“Yeah. Usually. It’s called an ‘epidural’ something I don’t have because this obviously isn’t a place meant for birthing people.” He said although he did not tear his hand away from Loki’s strong grip.
After a couple seconds of silence he gave a “Jarvis. Get him some raspberry tea, a large cup of it.” While he didn’t want to risk Loki vomiting all over his floor once again, he had once read that raspberry leaf tea helped greatly with relaxing the body. Granted it was the human body but Loki’s body did have some similarities to humans so once the tea had slid from a slot in the wall.
He was grateful for the fact that he had installed Jarvis in bathrooms as well. It also meant that everything that was happening would be recorded as well.
He got up to grab the tea from the wall grateful for his A.I as he grabbed the warm tea. “I want you to sip on this slowly all right. I’m not trying to have you regurgitate this as well.” He said as he kneeled back down next to the god holding the cup for him to sip on.
Loki's pleas gone unanswered, given only a calming tea, he sunk into the water a moment, preparing for hours more of this agony. It couldn't get much worse.
Leaning against the tub Loki let himself be fed like a child. He had no pride left. Fear and agony had wrung it from him like a spun sponge.
Knees shifting ever wider Loki felt the path of a child moving downward. Hands gripping the tub he felt pressure redoubling at the bones of his hips. And almost sensual moan filtered from his lips, head thrown back, face to the ceiling. Breaths harsh he felt the shift deep within. Shoulders drawn up he let out a long hissing rush of air.
Control. This was all about control. He knew how labor went, even if previous births had been animalistic he should know.
Loki's face went slack and he slid himself back into the water.
There was a bit of surprise in Tony’s eyes at the lack of resistant from the god. Although he knew this meant that he had given into his fate of birthing this ungodly child and was probably praying for Tony to help him.
Well how could he not when Loki was looking so pitiful.
He fed him the tea slowly, making sure to give him breaks in between gulps until the cup ended up empty. He had noticed that Loki seemed to consume things fast, almost too fast as his belly filled with the tea meant to help him.
“See, you did great. Good job.” Tony offered some praise to him as he put the glass down on the counter before kneeling back down. His hand this time went to Loki’s thigh as he heard the god let out another drawn out moan, his body seemingly relaxed but at the same time not.
The sudden relaxation did make Tony pause for a moment as he studied the god for a bit. After a few minutes in silence he said a “I’m going to feel you to make sure you’re doing okay.” He said and not asked as his hand on Loki’s thigh moved inwards to get a gentle feel of the gods slit. The water was tinted which meant blood and whatever the hell else still was leaking out of him slowly as the offspring made their descent.
Loki waited for the revolt of his stomach once the cup was down. He wanted so badly to take it from Tony, wrench it from his hands and inhale it, fill his empty stomach. But his hands were shaking too badly.
The pain fading for the moment he heard Tony's words in a distant part of his mind.
Feel? What on earth could the human know of birth, let alone asgardian births.
Then soft fingers were on his skin, between his legs.
First instinct to lurch away Loki had flashes of the last person to touch there. Though, they hadn't been hands and they hadn't been gentle.
Rising quickly, flooded with blood, Loki's cock pressed up against his swollen stomach. Despite his inability to see it over the swell he could feel the need, sharp and pressing. It would have been pleasant had it not come alongside the roll of the newest contraction.
Loki pressed a hand to his mouth, caught in a small groan. And now he wasn't sure if it was for pain or pleasure
Tony was both feeling out of his own curiosity but also trying to grasp how much time they had left before the inevitable. His fingers ran across the sensitive slit being unusually gentle as he didn’t want to startle the god. He had seen this on dramas, that usually they check for dilation right?
How exactly do you do that?
He realized it involved putting his hand inside of the god which made him almost green in the face. Tony had never been the squeamish type but it seemed like today he was hesitating a bit.
During that hesitant he gave a glance up at Loki’s face when the god groaned. The groan sounded almost erotic as he saw the reddish tint come across his cheeks. He hadn’t noticed the boner until he had looked down once again and sure enough Loki was there with a full erection.
There was not many times Tony had been stunned but that moment was definitely one of them. At first he really didn’t know what to say and was silent for a moment before a small “I know I’m hot and all but right now Loki? Really?”
A part of him felt almost obligated to touch it- to help relieve some of the pressure he might’ve been feeling, but instead he resisted letting two fingers slip into Loki’s slit to begin feeling for a head or anything really.
Loki's face, already flushed with exertion, flushed with even deeper emotion. "That is not, how dare-" he sputtered the words in self righteous indignation.
Shoulders squared Loki held still. Though he would not admit the hand near him was both comforting and overly sensitive.
Blood only rushing downward, making him ache, Loki blew out a long breath. "I have a child's head pressing into my prostate gland. It is not pleasure," (a complete and utter lie) "It is bodily reaction."
"If you had not noticed I am in labor, the worst pain a body can experience on this or another world and you," he trailed away into another long low sound as Tony's fingers slid inside.
He never had this opening. Only rarely. And he was touch starved and sensitive.
Sweat beaded at his hair line, hair swimming in water.
Loki stuttering over his words only gave Tony enough fuel to tease him more. “Ah- no need for excuses it’s not like I already don’t know. Everyone falls for me even gods.” Tony commented although he didn’t stop eyeing the heavy erection that was pretty much in his face.
Even with Loki’s explanation which was probably valid he still found himself smirking as the idea of the god being sexually attracted to him wasn’t one he immediately hated. “I’m trying to feel for said baby so I would appreciate if you stop using this moment to get off.”
He pushed his hand deeper inside Loki’s insides already slick and welcoming him in. Before Tony had realized three fingers were inside of him, and then four. He was almost in shock at just how well Loki’s body was taking him, accepting him without any resistance. He finally was stopped once his whole entire hand was in him basically fisting the god as he finally felt a hard and slimy mass inside of Loki.
“Oh this is disgusting.” Tony found himself fake gaging again as he felt whatever it is Loki was going to birth soon move down ever so slowly with the next contraction.
"Then don't stick your fingers where they aren't wanted," Loki gripped the tub.