So I made a part two...Actually, it's probably just going to end up being an actual story with chapters and stuff...Also, forgot to say this, but this story takes place before both the Avengers and Thor...yeah...Enjoy!

~CAK


~~PART TWO~~

Of course. He shouldn't have been surprised, really. But damnit, puking away his breakfast was not how he wanted to begin the day.

Morning sickness, the Midgardians called it. Loki just considered it a precursor to the inevitable child. All though he spent time as a female, he never got what the women called their "periods". In fact, no Asgardian female got them as there were herbs and magical remedies that got rid of any unsightly blood. Blood spilt in Asgard was considered a crime so of course the Gods developed methods in order to keep their female population. So bleeding was out. But that left the vomit that decided to swing for freedom in the light-twilight mornings.

Loki wiped his mouth and stood up before bending over the toilet again for another heave. And at that moment, he could feel the child growing within him, even in his male form. The God of Mischeif felt a slight pang in his chest. He would never be able to keep this one, either. All children he had had been taken from him because of his "devious nature". He even caught a cruel glimpse of Sleipnir every now and then, the Gods pretending he was just some horse that could be used to gallivant across the nine realms at their every whim. What was worse about this case, however, was that he knew exactly who the father was and how…understanding he would be.

"Damn it all," muttered Loki under his breath. He needed a bath and quickly readied the tub before stripping. Ah, there it was. The tell-tale bump, slight as it was, was there. Hundreds of reflections cast back at the god in the large bathing room. Already his hormones were changing him and he was…glowing, there was no other word for it. Allure seemed to seep out of every pore and Loki sighed. There was no way to hide from his Father that he was with-child. And this would lead to awkward questions which would lead to accusations, cursing, and eventual confinement to his room where no one could see him slowly come to term.

"Damn it all," Loki muttered again before he slipped into the hot water.


Thor had never felt more confused in his life. The only things he usually had on his mind were eat, sleep, women, and battle. But now his thoughts consisted of Loki, Loki, Brother, Loki, eat, Loki, sleep, Loki, Loki, Loki. There was no avoiding the thought of his brother, even if the other man did avoid him at all costs. He would enter a room only to see Loki's cape whipping out of sight, or the lingering sent of him in an empty hallway. He was everywhere and nowhere yet present in every one of Thor's waking thoughts.

The Thunder God could be seen storming around the Palace with Mjolnir in hand – after he got it back from the dwarves completely blood-free he was never seen without it. He couldn't take it. That night with his brother, for the Gods sakes, had been burned into his mind and now it was unavoidable. He felt that he needed Loki, needed him on his lips, in his hands, moaning in his ear… Thor had never known sex with another was unsatisfying as it was now that he had tasted Forbidden. He wondered how the others could stand it – for he knew there were others – how they could stand this empty, hollow ache of need.

And that's when he came up with a plan. He normally didn't plan; he went after any situation hammer blazing. He knew he couldn't resist any more. Time was irrelevant to immortals, but in Earth reckoning it had been three months since his encounter with Loki. It was a wonder he hadn't acted sooner.


It was a feast day today. A sort of "We triumphed over the Ice Giants and stopped Midgard from experiencing another Ice Age" festival celebrated every Winter Solstice. Every body in Asgard was invited to the palace to partake in good cheer, great spirits, and even better food. They were also expected to bring their own dishes or decorations or weapons to show off their skill, as well as in tourneys scattered about the grounds.

The palace really was beautiful this day. Fake icicles adorned the ceiling courtesy of the God of Magic and every shield and banner imaginable lined the bronze walls. Doors to almost every room were thrown wide open where tables groaned under caskets of mead, live animals that slaughtered and cooked themselves before turning into animals again, silver and gold dishes, and the occasional drunk patron. Stands were placed every couple of yards where weapons of all kinds glittered in their holders. Alfs with hollow backs and dwarves with squinty eyes roamed the halls, inspecting the finery of Asgard and making loud comments that nothing compared to their own realm, though they and the other guests knew they were lying through their teeth. In the great halls there were area's squared off for the day's events with glowing prizes placed on little tables next to them. And most everyone's mind was occupied with the splendor of the House of Odin.

Perfect, in other words, for a little "talk" with Loki, Thor found himself thinking. Lately, what little glimpse he had of the other man left him breathless. It was almost as if his brother had acquired a glow about him, though his bright green eyes seemed to look nowhere and his day-to-day activities looked as if they were done in a dream. No matter, thought Thor, he would resolve the matter this day.

The Thunderer pitched himself into the numerous contests. He won the strength contest easily and any bystanders agreed that the god showed more ferocity and fighting spirit then he had ever shown before. He even participated in an eating contest against Volstagg and Loki. To every one's surprise, Loki had eaten his entire trench of food before Volstagg had eaten half and Thor only a third. After that, Thor lost sight of his brother in the pressing crowd.

"If you had told me that Volstagg the Big could be beaten in an eating contest by Loki the Small-and-Scrawny before this day, I would have slapped you," said Vandral, clapping both Volstagg and Thor on the back. Thor's mind pulled to the present and he looked at his friends. The large man looked like he was going to cry before Sif showed up with a great mug of mead and shoved it into his hand. "You both have done admirably," she laughed, her face already rosy with too much drink. Hogan came up brandishing a spear. "And it looks like our Prince forgot his prize, so perhaps it should go to the second-place winner," he said, laying it in Volstagg's large hands.

Thor tried to smile with his friends but found their good cheer tiring as a quick flash of raven hair reminded him of his plan. "Friends, I am sorry, but I believe I see the champion hailing me," he said before storming off through the crowd. It seemed he really did see Loki as the other man was held up by a small contingent of dwarves congratulating, if a bit sarcastically, him on his win. Loki and dwarves never really mixed well and Thor found his chance.

"Brother!" he hailed, grabbing the Trickster before he could make his escape. "I hope these fellows aren't badgering you into another bet!" he said. Loki's lips set into a line and the dwarves smiled happily before waving good bye to the Thunderer. They always seemed to like him.

Before Loki could open his mouth to demand that his brother release his hold on his arm, Thor was already leading them through the pressing crowd. He didn't allow any conversation between them, despite the smaller man's protests as he marched single-mindedly to the upper levels which held the royal apartments and were closed off to visitors. The wielder of Mjolnir found an empty hallway and immediately slammed Loki into the wall, towering over him.

If his brother looked any more beautiful than he did now, with lips open and panting, cheeks flushed from their rapid pace, hair askew and eyebrows drawn angrily over bright green eyes, then he was going to burst. Without waiting for a toxic demand from Thor, he quickly drew Loki into a sloppy kiss. To his disappointment, he was quickly pushed away.

"Is this what you want, then?" spit the God of Mischief, scrubbing his lips furiously. "The heat of the crowd getting to you, brother?" he grated when he heard no reply from the blonde god. Thor sighed, keeping the other trapped between his arms. "I have not stopped thinking about you, Loki. About that night. Why is it that you pretend it never happened? That you avoid me at all costs?" he said, anger of his own rising slowly up his body. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed his brother in the worst way possible, almost mirroring Loki's own thoughts three months ago.

Thor growled and captured Loki's lips in a searing kiss. The smaller man's mouth opened to protest, only for the Thunderers tongue to dart in with his tongue, eliciting a moan from both. Thor scrabbled to undo Loki's tunic, running his hands across that smooth expanse of skin when he succeeded.

"Thor, please, stop," protested the other god, breaking the kiss. Thor ignored him in favor of flicking a nipple and watching those beautiful eyes close in pleasure.

"Why say what you do not feel," Thor whispered in his brother's ear, slowly grinding their hips together. Loki's eye's snapped open and he saw something in them he could not quite read.

"Stop this," said the God of Magic, a slight plea entering his voice.

"And why is that?" the blonde god was nipping at his throat now, grinding their bodies in a most lewd way.

"Because I cannot," a gasp as a firm hand slid into his pants and grasped his weeping erection.

"We have already done this once before, brother. Do not pretend to be bashful now," was the low reply.

"I said…I cannot!" a burst of green magic threw Thor into the other wall. By now Loki's tunic had been ripped off and his pants were undone, purpling bruises starting to appear on his neck and…it seemed the food Loki had consumed earlier was showing in a slight bulge in his belly. "I cannot, mighty Thor, because I am with-child…Your child!"

…Or not…


Ahh, snap Thor!

Yeah, I'm definitely continuing this... I already have an idea where I want this to go, so goody for you! A quick note: Loki, in my mind, always considers himself a man, even in a female form. Well, actually, not just in my mind but also in Marvel-verse...Before I go off on a tangent, I should just say, thank you for your views/reviews/faves and I'll be changing some things, like the "Complete" status, for example.

As always, concrit is welcome and your reviews!

~CAK