It was definitely a good decision on my part to keep going with this! I've been looking at a ton of inspirational material and I've had my copies of the Prose and Poetic Edda's out on my lap...I totally want to continue with this!

It's really short, but I wanted to pound this out quickly while I still had it fresh in my head

Thanks for all your continued support!

~CAK


~~Part Three~~

"I cannot, mighty Thor, because I am with-child…Your child!"

Thor could do nothing but stare at his brother. And say the first, worst thing to come to his mind.

"That…that's impossible!" he said, flinching inwardly when he saw Loki's face take on a fierce grimace.

"Well, it is possible. Go on, tell father. Pretend it isn't yours," the green-eyed god spat, re-doing his pants and throwing on his ruined tunic. Every line of his body seemed to contain a rigid fury that only made his every movement that much more appealing.

Before the Thunderer could do or say anything, his brother had stormed off, leaving him still shocked on the ground, his mind floundering like a fish out of water.


He had a child. By his brother. It was a thought that both fascinated and disgusted Thor. In the back of his mind he knew that Loki had had several children but it was just something he didn't contemplate, like how the Bifrost worked. The first thing that came to his mind once the shock wore off was that his future offspring was being carried by someone as mercurial and slippery as Loki, God of Mischief. He was about to storm off and demand Loki give up the child to someone more responsible when he realized, well, that wouldn't work at all. He needed time to think and something as fun as a feast day was sure to drive any thoughts about his situation clear out of his head. So, to the chagrin of his friends, he retired to his room early. It seemed both Princes were keeping out of sight.

That night, Thor couldn't sleep at all. What was he to do? Who was he to tell? His father? No, that was impossible. All the Aesir and Vanir knew that Odin seemed to hold a particular grudge towards any children sired by Loki, as evidenced by the fact that the man was never allowed to raise, come in contact with, or even see them. Thor never questioned his father but, well, now it was different. Half of whatever Loki was carrying was also his. Or perhaps the All-father would keep them in the realm if he knew…? But another impossibility. Two princes, brothers, would be frowned upon. It wasn't unusual that incest happened in the halls of Asgard, but it never happened between men, even if one of them was a renowned shape-shifter. And another complication would arise: nobody really liked Loki. They tolerated him because he was brother to Thor (or when they wanted a quick fuck). They would automatically assume that Loki was so desperate for attention from his family that he seduced his own brother and purposefully got himself pregnant to form some sort of impenetrable wall around the mischief maker. It was true, the seduction part, but even Thor knew that it wasn't completely true. He had allowed it, he had chased after it. And he knew better than perhaps anyone that if Loki even ate something he shouldn't have, he would swell with children. It was a fatal flaw his brother had and most certainly wasn't his fault.

When Thor came to this realization, he felt more relaxed. In fact, he became a little giddy. Any combination of Thor and Loki would probably produce incredibly strong and cunning off-spring. He slowly fell asleep to pleasant thoughts of hunting trolls with powerful and beautiful sons.


Loki, for his part, could feel no such peace. He placed a hand on his swelling stomach. He could feel them there, half-formed though they were. There were three of them; the God of Magic knew that much. But he also was experiencing an uncomfortable pain though he was only three months along. It was like some sort of poison flowing through his veins and he quickly rushed to the bathroom and spewed everything in his stomach. It was probably nerves, thought Loki. He could clearly see Thor's stunned and incredulous face in his mind's eye and felt immediately sick again. He needed a plan. Something that would trick both Thor and All-father into thinking he was no longer carrying. His lips curled into a devious smile.

This could work.


Like I said, it's pretty short, but I think if I added any more it would have ruined the effect...

Also, can you guess who the children are? I'm trying to be subtle, but in the next couple chapters you'll all know!

Please review and tell me what you think, what I should change/add, etc.!

~CAK