Part 1:
"Greetings," Thor said, sitting down on a chair beside Loki's bed. He smiled, but his smile was hollow.
"Hello there," Loki smiled back at him, sitting upright. Suddenly, he felt something pulling the bed covers, and a small boy, about 4 years-old climbed on the bed.
"Mama!" the boy exclaimed eagerly and extended his arms. The dark- haired man pulled the child close and hugged him.
Thor studied his lover. Loki skin was pale, almost the same colour as the sheets he was laying on and there were bags under his eyes. His gaze wandered to Loki's waist, or rather the unmistakable round bulge on it.
The second pregnancy had been particularly difficult, and Loki had been forced into bedrest.
"Fenris," he said after a while, "It's time to go. I and your mother have some things we need to talk about."
The boy had been enthusiastically explaining about something to Loki, but instantly stopped. "Ok," the Fenris said quietly. He knew that momma wasn't well, and that's why he couldn't stay very long.
"Bye," Loki simply said, giving his son a faint smile. He wanted to say so much more, but the words just didn't come out.
The boy climbed off the bed, and walked towards Sif, who Loki only now noticed had been standing a bit further away. Sif also gave Loki a brief smile, before taking Fenris' hand and walking away.
Loki sighed and sank back to the bed, his hair a dark mess covering the pillow. He missed his son terribly, even though they came to visit almost every day.
"How are you? The healer said you've been feeling nauseous."
Loki looked directly at Thor's eyes. They were full of sadness and worry.
"Yes, it's been a bit worse than usual…" he said. "…but I can manage."
He ran his hand over his swollen belly. "She's been quite quiet today. Usually there's a lot of kicking going on."
Suddenly Thor's arms were around him and he was pulled into an embrace. "I'm sorry…" Loki heard him whisper into his ear.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," Loki said bluntly, pulling away so he could see Thor's face.
"I know it's not my fault, I'm just sorry for being unable to help you in any way."
"There's one thing you can do."
Thor gave Loki a questioning look.
Loki placed a hand over his stomach.
"If something happens, and you have to choose…"
Thor's eyes widened.
"Please, Loki, don't say it…"
"If you have to choose…" Loki continued decisively, ignoring the thunder God's plea."…between me and the child, please choose her."
"Please don't talk about that, I don't want to think about such decisions…Besides, it won't happen, everything is going to be fine…
"But what if it's not!" Loki snapped back at him. "Like it or not, you have to think about it!"
Suddenly his expression became pained and he closed his eyes.
"Loki?" Thor asked desperation in his voice.
"It's okay," Loki mumbled opening his eyes again. "I just feel a bit sick."
"Should I call the healer?"
"No, they're useless."
Thor sighed and took Loki's hand into his. His wrist was much thinner than Thor remembered.
"You should eat more, you look like a ghost."
Loki yanked his arm from Thor's grip, glaring at him with his emerald eyes.
"I don't see how you can lecture me on such things."
Loki opened his mouth to continue, but suddenly stopped on his tracks.
Instead he started coughing, and bent forward with his hand on his mouth.
Thor stared in shock as the crimson drops of blood covered the sheets.
So yeah hi, I'm writing Thorki mpreg again xD and I don't see this obsession ending anytime soon...
This fic is going to have 2 parts, I'm writing the other one as we speak so will be up in a couple of days :))
NOW KNEEL BEFORE ME AND WRITE A REVIEW, AND I WILL PERHAPS SAVE YOUR LIFE MORTAL.
