Some triggering talk about eating and weight in this chapter!

Eliza and Loki resolved not to tell anyone about the pregnancy, which, was rather easy because on one of the following nights Loki had come to the end of his rope with his father, leading to him losing control of his magic and causing almost the entire tables worth of food to be flung at Odin—he hadn't spoken to Loki in weeks.

But as the weeks wore on and Eliza found she was tired of having to hide her growing belly and swollen ankles; and was getting annoyed with everyone pointing out how large her breasts had gotten that by month seven, she was considering telling everyone anyway.

"I think it would be better just to have it out with everyone now, I don't know how much more of this I can't take." Eliza lamented to Loki as he rubbed her swollen feet.

"See, you think that but in reality…"

"I'm just so tired…"

"I know, love, I know."

"No, you don't!" Eliza pulled her feet away, "You don't! I think it would be so much easier to just tell them all now that way they have two more months to get used to the idea, and not while we are up all night with a baby."

"Why would we be up all night, won't a nurse be there to do that?"

Eliza bristled, "Why would someone else be raising my baby and that is not the point!" Her skin felt electric and hot.

Loki held up his hands, "Okay, okay I'm sorry."

"I'm tired, Loki, I am tired before even having this baby, I am tired before we even have to tell anyone and then have to deal with the fallout."

"Eir said the pregnancy would be hard because of the magic growing in the baby…your body isn't used to it."

"I know that!"

"Come here." Loki motioned for her to sit by him again. Eliza chewed on her bottom lip and was close to tears, but took a breath and sat down.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, "We will tell them soon, I just need to figure out how to tell them."

"We. We need to figure it out."

Loki smiled, "Yes, we."

You are beginning to show." Frigga said fondly as everyone sat down to dinner, it took a moment for Eliza to realize that she was speaking to Lore and not her; one look at Loki told her he had thought the same thing.

"Yes." Lore gave her signature fake smile. Eliza knew full well that her sister hated the fact that her figure wasn't perfect.

Thor sat next to Odin with his daughter, Emma, on his lap, pushing a spoonful of mashed peas into her mouth, "And this one can't wait to have a new brother or sister."

"A brother with any luck." Lore said as she put just enough food as she needed to keep the baby healthy on her plate.

Thor nodded, but Eliza was sure she saw some strange emotion flash across his face, but before she could think any more on it Lore turned her focus on her.

"Arent you eating a little bit too much?" She raised her eyebrows at Eliza's plate full of food.

"Just hungry."

Lore scoffed, "It's not like you need to put on any more weight."

"She is fine." Loki snapped, and his hand gripped Eliza's thigh under the table.

"You are gaining a bit of weight." Her mother chimed in.

Eliza about to eat a fork full of mashed potatoes put the utensil down.

"No, you are fine," Loki said to her, ignoring everyone else, "You need to eat." He tried to keep his voice down but Lore heard what he said.

"It looks like she could skip a meal or two." She laughed, nudging Thor who kept his eyes on the table.

"You must be a sucker for punishment, Loki. I never thought you would stick it out with her for this long, let alone now what she's almost the size of a Bilgesnipe."

"Lore that's enough!" Thor slammed his hand down on the table making every dish and plate jump a few inches in the air.

Lore didn't even flinch, "Oh come on Thor! You—"

"I am tired of you being such a cruel bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

"How dare you?!" Lore and Eliza's mother stood up quickly. Emma began to cry and Thor motioned for the nurse to take her.

"How dare I? Do you hear how your daughter speaks to her sister? To everyone?"

"Oh, Thor, look at her."

"Forget not knowing how Loki puts up with Eliza, it's any wonder how I put up with you!"

"Oh, you knew how I was before you married me!"

"It wasn't like I could do anything about it, what with my father and your parents dangling you in front of my nose!"

Eliza's ears were ringing, she could feel the baby squirming uncomfortably in her belly. Loki had begun to yell at Lore and Odin as well, with Frigga's voice intermingling trying to calm everyone down.

"Can you all just shut up?"

"Oh, she speaks! What's wrong little sister? Trying to figure out what to stuff in your face next?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Love, are you okay?" Loki turned to her, his face reddened from yelling.

"Oh yes, poor little Eliza."

"The baby is moving a lot," Eliza said through clenched teeth, not caring who heard. Her blood felt like it was boiling through her vessels.

"Baby." Her mother said slowly, almost as if she had to spell the word out for herself, "A bastard in the family?!" She screeched suddenly.

"Enough!" Loki's voice was more than a match to her mothers.

Lore looked at her sister with fresh venom in her eyes.

"Loki what in Hel were you thinking?" Odin demanded.

"Father stop—" Thor tried to intervene.

"The two of you will be married before this pregnancy goes any further, we may still salvage what reputation you both have left."

"We don't want—"

"It matters very little what you want."

"Why would it matter?" Lore asked, "It will still be a bastard, born of a slut."

Red flashed in front of Eliza's eyes and her fists clenched, and the last thing she would remember seeing before she next opened her eyes in the healing ward would be her sister, being launched backward into the stone wall behind her; and everyone else seated at the table thrown to the floor.