Dual Blood

By: Monkan
Copyrights: I own nothing; all credit goes to Marvel and the mythology.
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Warning: M/M, Preg, Rape, Kidnapping, etc.

Full Summary: Hiding in Midgard, in the guise of a woman, Loki's past finally catches up with him. A lifetime of heartbreak and anger, betrayal and pain, but also a love so deep it will cross borders and time.

A/N: Update rate will depend on the interest. So let me know if you want to know what happens next, otherwise it will be when it happens.

~ Prologue ~

The peaceful morning at the restaurant was disturbed when the door opens and she knew it was over. Unconsciously she pulled her loose sweater closer to her body before she heard heavy – and determined – footsteps coming closer to her lonely corner. Even when the shadow of the new arrival fell over her, she continued to nurse the hot chocolate in her hands. It was with a tight chest that she let out a sigh before looking up at the man she knew was standing there.

Piercing blue eyes took in her every movement, not even a smile after all the months since they last had seen each other. It wasn't like they were strangers, far from it, but circumstances had changed.

The man, who didn't look older than 25, sat down in front of her and continued to stare at her with sad and bitter eyes.

One of the workers came up to their table and put a plate with a fresh bagel in front of her. "Is everything okay, Nic?" the waitress asked. "Do you know this man?"

Nic looked up at the woman and gave a grim smile. "Yes. I know him. Don't worry, Laura."

The waitress gave the man a good once-over before putting her hand on Nic's shoulder and squeezing gently. "If he upsets you, just tell us and we will kick him out."

She couldn't suppress the chuckle, "I'll remember that." Laura gave the man a sharp glare before walking away.

"Nic?" the man asked at the same moment she raised her cup to sip the hot, sweet liquid.

"Yeah." She nodded. "It's short for 'Nicole'."

The man nodded slowly. "You've changed."

Nic put down her cup, "So have you." She looked right into his eyes, her green wary eyes searching for any hint. "Are you here alone? Or did you bring all the warriors from the nine realms?"

"Only me," he whispered. "I needed to see you." His eyes fell to the table before looking out the large window. It was a quiet morning with a slight chill before the sun started to warm everything up with its blazing beams. "I never stopped thinking about you and I'm sorry for hurting you. I was foolish. I didn't see what was going on, in a way I didn't want to admit what was going on. I took everything for granted and you paid the price for it." His ranting stopped suddenly with a deep breath. His eyes stared at her midsection which was hidden behind her large sweater and folded arms. "Can I see?"

She looked at him for what felt like minutes before slowly parting her arms and uncovering her pregnant stomach. The shirt which had been comfortable mere months ago, was sitting on the border of being too tight now. As if fallen under a spell, the man's eyes softened and grew teary. Feeling uncomfortable, Nic pulled up her sweater and shivered from the shift in temperature.

This time they sat silent for several minutes before his eyes shifted up to her face.

"Will you tell me?"

It was a question she had anticipated for, but it still felt strange to hear those words coming from this man who had not long ago been an arrogant, ego-centric warrior on the brink of becoming a ruler.

"What do you want to know?"

His eyes bore into her soul. "Everything." He said firmly. "I want to hear everything, Loki."

Nic, or Loki, as she once had been known as, looked straight at him. As if she could see his very soul, Loki always could, "Not here." She said finally. "There are things that I want to know. Do you have a place to stay, somewhere private?"

He nodded, "Yes. I'm staying with some friends and there is room enough for Jormungand to have privacy."

Nic stood up slowly. Moving carefully before she was free of the table and chair. "Let's go then."

The only sign of their leaving was the sound of the bell at the door.

TBC