Alright, so I know that some people have read the beginning of this series before, but I thought that it needed a re-write, with new chapters and storylines ?

So please read, review and enjoy.

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"Thor!"

When there wasn't any response, Loki's fingers tightened on the blankets, almost ripping them as he sat up and shrieked, "THOR!"

A young face peered into the Master bedroom, a frown on their face. "Mummy? Mummy, what's wrong?"

"Get Daddy Sleipnir!" Loki ordered his oldest, "GO!"

The child didn't hesitate, racing down the corridor, the sound of hooves indicating that he'd transformed into his eight-legged form.

Good, it was faster that way.

Knowing that help was on his way, Loki lay back against the blankets, trying to calm his breathing. He'd done this twice before, surely this couldn't be harder? And the second time was twins, so this should be easy.

It didn't feel that way.

"Loki! Loki!"

Thor came rushing into the room, still sweaty from training as Sleipnir, Jörmungandr and Hel followed on behind, the twins looking terrified at the sight of their Mummy in pain.

Thor settled onto the bed next to Loki, reaching for his hand and gripping it tightly just as a low whine started to build in his husband's throat. The larger man felt his knuckles crack as Loki's hand tightened on his, the whine building into a sharp cry.

"Go to your Grandparents…" Thor ordered his other children, knowing that they shouldn't see this, "… GO!"

Hel and Jörmungandr seemed very reluctant to leave, but Sleipnir soon tugged them away, leaving Loki and Thor alone.

"Breathe my love." Thor murmured, kissing Loki's sweaty forehead, "You have done this before, you can do it again."

Loki glared at him.

"Breathe? Are you jesting with me?" he snarled, "I am breathing. I am barely able to breathe around this boars-head of a tumour growing inside of me, that is coming out no matter! A tumour that you put in me!"

"Um- "

There was no point in trying to say anything, not with Loki getting more and more annoyed. "This is your fault!" he snapped, sparks erupting from his fingertips, "You are never touching me again, ever! I think it would be just perfect if, after this happens, we never do this again until you know how much this hurts!"

"You have been through this many times… it has not killed you before."

"Then this might be the last time!" Loki yelled, as another contraction gripped him, and he doubled over, twisting Thor's hand tight in his until Thor winced. As the grip eased, Loki smiled tightly at Thor. "That, is a small amount of just how much I hurt right now. If you ever think of doing this to me again, I- "

Thor was relieved when his Mother walked in before Loki could finish that sentence.

"Is he close?" he asked desperately.

"I will just take a look, with your permission Loki?"

When Loki nodded, a flush on his face, Queen Frigga settled in at the end of the bed, nudging the sheet up to examine Loki. "You're getting there…" She stated softly, "… You're almost completely dilated, and you'll be able to start pushing soon… maybe in the next hour."

"An hour?!" Loki's head fell back against the pillow, "I don't know if I can do this for another hour!"

"But you've done this befo- "

If looks could kill, Thor would be dead from the glare Loki shot at him…. However, it was ruined by the sharp shriek he let out as another contraction seized him, prompting Loki to start panting desperately, clinging to Thor.

"Almost there," Frigga murmured, "Another few good contractions like that and I believe you will be fully- "

"AAAHHHH!"

Thor snuck in closer, arm around Loki's shoulders as he kissed his husband's cheek. He smoothed back sweat-soaked dark hair. He didn't try to say anything, just winced at his mother until she got the silent hint and left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Then Thor waited, holding Loki through the next contraction, feeling the shudder as a sob broke free.

"I can't do it," Loki whimpered, "Can't do it…. Why do I keep letting you do this to me!"

"It is a little pain, and then you will have another gorgeous child and- "

"It is not just a little pain Thor!" Loki glared at him, breath catching as another contraction shook him, "I'm being ripped apart. Torn. Shredded. I never want you to touch me again!"

"At all?"

Loki shuddered, "At all or I will hex you to oblivion!"

Wisely, Thor dropped the subject matter… it was obviously a poor tactic in calming his husband down.

Every time Loki went through this, it was never easy. Strange cravings to swollen feet to complaining about how often he had to relieve himself (which was often). When Thor stroked Loki's mid-section, telling him just how radiant he was, Loki complained that he was as large as a bilgesnipe.

As his due date approached, Loki had become snappish, arguing with everything Thor said (not that that was any different) and refusing to let himself be seen unclothed.

And now this.

Thor rubbed Loki's back, gripping his hand tightly as another contraction engulfed him, Loki's shriek making Thor's gut hurt because he couldn't help. "I am sorry..." he murmured.

"You'd better be sorry!" Loki snapped, "This is all your fault. If you hadn't- "

"- allowed myself to be lured into your bed once again?" Thor sighed fondly, hand still slow over the skin bared by the gap in the tunic. "Had you over and over again until you screamed my name? Waited until you begged before- "

Loki went silent, gasping, something keening in the sound as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Odin's beard!" he whined, "It's – I'm being ripped apart. It hurts!"

"… Maybe I should go and get Mother."

"You are not going anywhere!" Loki's hand tightened on Thor's refusing to let him move, "You started this, and you will see the end of it."

"Yes, my love… MOTHER!"

Frigga must have been waiting, because she rushed in, closing the door behind her for privacy. As she sat down at the end of the bed, she smiled. "You're almost there Loki, you just need to push."

"Push…. Can't we just magic them out?"

"No Loki…" Frigga became firm, "… magic around children this young, is dangerous and it is too late anyway. Your child is in the birth canal, so you need to push and let your body begin to heal from the process."

"You're going to be alright…" Thor murmured, joining in with his mother, wrapping both arms around Loki and pulling him in close, "And I want to meet our next child, Sleipnir, Jor and Hel want to meet their baby sibling. Don't you?"

Loki swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

"Then push."

With a scream that threatened to shatter glass, Loki pushed.

"There we go…" Frigga muttered encouragingly, "The baby is crowning. Just a few more pushes like that- "

"- AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Thor groaned when Loki's hand tightened on his thigh, fingers biting hard as he doubled over, pushing because he couldn't seem to not do it. Loki panted when it was done, tears streaming down his face, clear panic written in his silver eyes.

"All your fault, all your fault." Loki kept chanting under his breath, like a mantra.

Thor caught his head and turned Loki to face him, leaning in, forehead to forehead. "We started this together my love, we're going to finish it together," he said softly, "I'm here and if I could take this pain, I would."

"You can have the next one!"

"One more time Loki." Frigga smiled.

"One more time," Thor echoed, "Deep breath my love. Say whatever you wish, but you need to push, and it will all be over."

Loki's jaw tightened, and his gaze darkened. He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he screamed, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" The words ended on a low scream, then a groan, and Loki slumped back, pale skin even paler, lips bloodless.

"Loki?" Thor leaned over him.

"… I hate you."

At the end of the bed, a wail split the silence as Frigga got to her feet, "He may need a bit of a clean, but I think you two might wish some time to say hello."

"He?"

"Another son my boys. Another son."

Thor helped prop Loki up in the bed, waiting while their Mother placed their son in Loki's arms. A slow smile started as Loki lightly traced the infant's features, not at all bothered by the screaming of the child, "Another son." Loki sounded awed by the fact.

"He's perfect," Thor told him, "Just like you."

Loki bent to press a light kiss to the baby's forehead, smiling when the little one stopped crying at the touch. "That's right, you know your Mummy, don't you Fenrir," Loki murmured.

"Fenrir?" Thor frowned, "Loki, I thought- "

"- Your bear the child, and then you name the child." Loki stated mildly

Thor knew that tone and backed down. There was a big reason why he wasn't carrying the children, but now wasn't the time to remind Loki of that. Not when his husband was smiling so sweetly at their child, cooing as if he'd never been screaming obscenities just moments before.

Loki leaned into Thor's touch, and the three settled in, a comfortable family. Lightly touching the pale fuzz on the baby's head, Thor sighed. "Does this mean I am forgiven?"

"Maybe… where are the rest of the children? I want them to meet their new brother."

"Of course…. SLEIPNIR! JOR! HEL!"

"Thor! No need to shout!"

Their other children rushed into the room, clambering onto the bed or onto Thor's lap in order to get a good luck at the baby.

Hel's skeletal hand reached out, gently brushing against Fenrir's cheek. "Can I hold him Mummy?" she eventually asked.

"When your Grandmother has cleaned him yes."

"What's his name?" Sleipnir this time.

"Fenrir."

It was at this moment, that Fenrir opened his eyes for the first time… and Loki knew he'd gone pale at the sight.

All of his children had unique properties. Sleipnir could shapeshift into an eight-legged horse, despite looking 'normal'. Jor had snake-like eyes that reflected his own shapeshifting powers and Hel… Hel was half dead, half living.

When he saw the blonde hair, he hoped this child would be different, a child that Odin would accept… the red eyes seemed to indicate that this wouldn't be the case.

"Why… why does he have red eyes?" Thor asked, clear nerves in his voice.

"I-I-I- "

"- Loki?" Frigga re-entered the room, Odin in tow, "Is everything alright?"

Noticing the look on her sons' faces, she frowned in concern and stepped closer, "What's the- "When she spotted Fenrir's eyes, she stopped in her tracks, "… Gorgeous." She eventually decided, straightening up and sending her son a reassuring smile, "Don't you think so my King?"

Odin clearly did not think so… in fact, it looked as though Odin was seconds away from exploding.

Until a warning look from his wife stopped him in his tracks.

"Incredible…" he eventually forced out, before taking a deep breath and trying to sound more believable, "… you should be very proud Loki. Another strong son to carry on the royal line."

Loki wasn't entirely happy with the statement or the forced tone, but he simply nodded in thanks and gave his Father a soft smile, before turning his attention back to Fenrir.

Everyone else loved his son… why should he care what one old man thought?