Hey guys! Twisted just ended last week, so I thought it would be the perfect time to start another fanfiction. This is a story that I've been planning for a month before I finally took the plunge and started writing it. It follows (surprise, surprise!) Loki and Vidcund, as they make their way through their sophomore year of college, and it has a fairly large storyline involving Loki's mother, Gundrun. I mentioned a few months ago that I wanted to write some shorter fanfictions for The Sims Archive, so here we go! :) Hopefully by having shorter chapters, I'll be able to post updates more often. As always, feel free to let me know what you think, and if you'd like to see more of this fic!

Complications by SClownzZzZz

Introduction

"This is it, Gundrun. We just have to run one more test, and then we can finally patent the Resurrect-O-Nomitron," Ben Irma, a third-year grad student at Sim State University tells his grad student peer, Gundrun Halfdanarson, as he screws in the final bolt on their invention. Ben steps back to admire the simple beige telephone that is sitting on a charcoal, skeleton throne before glancing over at his peer, who is busy gazing at a small love letter she found in her pocket moments prior.

"Geez Louise, Gundrun! Don't tell me it's more drivel from Bjorn," Ben states, rolling his eyes as he mutters the failing scientist's name, "I mean, sure, he's rich, but what else does he really have going for him?"

"Well," Gundrun begins, delicately folding the letter, "he's very sweet and smart and exceptionally brave, almost to the point of virtue-"

"Not to mention a total player," Ben adds, crossing his arms in front of his torso with a huff.

"Ben, I am too," Gundrun reminds him, "I've told you time and time again, I'm not looking for anything serious. I'm quite happy with where I'm at right now," she says, taking a deep breath before turning back to their invention, "Come on, let's run that final test."

Gundrun walks towards the machine and picks up the telephone receiver. She groans, clenching her stomach in pain as a wave of nausea starts washing over her. Sensing her discomfort, Ben reaches an arm out to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Gundrun lies, doing her best to muster a smile, "Let me just sit down for a moment – Oh God!" Gundrun cries, lurching forward and covering the white-tiled floor with vomit. Ben takes a step back, looking positively horrified.

"Shit."

…

"Ben, I don't know why you took me here. I keep telling you that I'm fine," Gundrun states, lying down at a hospital bed at Sim State's Medical Center.

"Either way, I don't think you want to take a chance," Ben speaks up from the seat at the side of her bed. The pair look up as the doctor enters the room, clipboard in hand, and stops at Gundrun's feet.

"Well, it took twenty minutes, but we figured out why you've been throwing up so much lately. Congratulations!" the doctor beams, staring down at the young woman. Next to her, Ben is turning a deep shade of red.

Gundrun cocks her forehead, her face filled with confusion. "For what?" she wonders.

…

A few minutes later, Ben storms out of the hospital room and blazes down the hallway, furiously pushing the double doors open with his hands. "Ben, wait! We can talk about this!" Gundrun cries, trailing after him.

"There's nothing to talk about, Gun," Ben fumes, locking eyes with her, "There's no way that baby is mine! And if you ever want us to be together, then you'll have to get rid of it."

Gundrun stops in place, holding her hand protectively over her stomach. Gundrun quickly shakes her head, her mouth agape at what he is suggesting. "No."

"Alright, fine," Ben claims, throwing his hands up, "Then have a nice life with the shitstorm."

Gundrun watches as Ben stomps off the premises and out of her life, a feeling of seclusion washing over her; the young scientist scared of what is to come.

…

Gundrun sighs as she stares up at golden lettering of the address detailed on the roomy roost on Rock Ridge Road, the warm Aurora Skies air giving her more anxiety than comfort as she stands in front of the wooden door. Gundrun quietly scans the area a few times before ringing the doorbell.

The door swings open almost instantly, as a young man with bright blonde hair and purple swim trunks appears in the doorway, his face lighting up when he sees her. "Why, if it isn't Gundrun, my favorite lover," Bjorn coos, his signature smirk shining on his face.

"Bjorn, I'm pregnant," Gundrun bluntly reveals, panic in her eyes as she gets straight to the point, "I don't know what to do!" she weeps, "My parents are going to kill me when they find out. Not to mention the fact that I am going to be shunned by the entire neighborhood because it happened out of wedlock. Oh God, I'm going to get kicked out of Sim State, aren't I? And then there's my program-"

"Gundrun, relax," Bjorn states, having no trouble keeping his composure, "I'll marry you."

"You will?" Gundrun squeaks.

"Of course," Bjorn confirms, "I love you, and I don't really have anything else on the horizon anyway, except the cable guy's coming sometime next week, but I can probably reschedule that," he adds, playfully tapping his chin.

Gundrun smiles. "But what about the baby?"

"Do you want the baby?" Gundrun nods, "Then keep the baby. A kid with two Romance sims as parents can't turn out that bad, right?" he says, putting his arm around her, "So, is our marriage going to be open?" he wonders, Gundrun nods once more. Bjorn grins, "Perfect."

Sim State University – Twenty Years Later

"Well, this is it, son," Bjorn announces, standing in front of the rented residence on Peanut Street with the rest of his family, "Are you ready to start your sophomore year?"

"I guess," Loki mutters, standing next to his younger sister, Erin, who appears bored out of her mind. "Can you guys please go now?"

"No! Loki!" Gundrun cries, racing forward and pulling her son into a painfully-tight embrace, "Don't leave me!"

"Mom! What the hell?! You're so embarrassing!" Loki hollers, clearly irritated, "This is year two, it shouldn't be this difficult for you to say goodbye to me!"

"Aww!" Gundrun coos, her eyes filling with tears as she stares down at him, "We're all going to miss you so much, right Erin?" she asks her daughter.

Erin shrugs, disinterested, "Can we go now? I'm supposed to meet my friends in an hour!" she whines.

"See? Erin has the right idea," Loki comments as his mother gestures Bjorn and Erin into the familial embrace. Loki's eyes widen as he shakes his head at his family members, "Let go of me! I hate all of you! Now please leave before Circe gets here."

At the sound of this treacherous name, Gundrun pulls back from the embrace. "You know, Loki, college is a great time to find a new girlfriend," she states as the rest of the family disperses around the pair.

"Mom, I've already told you, I am content with Circe," Loki reminds her, folding his arms over his chest.

"Yes, I know, dear," Gundrun replies, "but trust me, sweetheart, you are too good for her," she declares, glancing to the side at Vidcund, who is busy unpacking his belongings in front of another rented house a few meters away from them. "Hello, Vidcund," Gundrun greets, moseying over to him. "Are you living here now, too?" she wonders.

Vidcund nods as Loki walks up behind his mother. "Yeah," he answers, "My dad rented a house for us."

"Us?" Loki repeats, his eyes widen at this news, "Oh no."

"Hey Loki, look!" Vidcund's old brother, Pascal, chimes, sticking his head out the kitchen window, "We're neighbors! I can wave to you from the window!"

Loki face palms, groaning into his hand. "Oh God, no! Someone please stop this nightmare-"

"So," Gundrun continues, still staring down at the blonde Curious brother, "You're eighteen now, right?"

"Alright, Mom. It's time to go!" Loki chimes, swiftly pushing his mother away from Vidcund.

Moments later, Vidcund's father, Glarn, cries as he throws his arms around him. "Please, don't leave me-"

"Aww, Dad," Vidcund begins, hugging his father back, "It won't be that bad."

"-Don't leave me with just your brother!" Glarn completes, gesturing to Lazlo who is busy tapping away on his Game Boy behind them, entirely oblivious to the scene that is unfolding around him.

"Hey, Dad. Check it out!" Pascal announces from the window, "This dish soap is only slightly toxic!" he states, pointing to the bright blue bottle in his hand.

"Well, I guess it could be worse," Glarn mutters, pulling away from Vidcund, "Now stay out of trouble and listen to your brother," he instructs, before glancing up at Pascal, who is vigorously sniffing the dish soap. "On second thought, don't," he advises.