A/N: Ugh, short chapter, but I wanted to post before another week went by! Just FYI, there is a bit of Jotun sexy-times in this one...
Thor found his mother sitting on a balcony overlooking the palace courtyard. Her hands were busy with needlework and she appeared to be entirely focused on making tiny stitches to bind one piece of soft white fabric to another.
The serenity of the scene calmed Thor, and he paused a moment to drink it in before stealthily walking up and putting his arms around his mother's shoulders.
Frigga gave a pleased laugh. "Ah, Thor. I thought I sensed your sweet presence." She turned with a merry grin for him and patted his arm. "I've missed you, dear."
"And I, you. What's that you're working on?"
Frigga held up a small gown, sized just right for a baby. "For my grandchild. I suppose it will look odd and out of place on Midgard, but the cloth is woven with protection spells, and it is intended to swathe the babe while it sleeps, so I imagine it will find plenty of use."
Thor smiled fondly. "You are anticipating this child with great pleasure, I see."
"Of course! I've always wanted grandchildren." A sly smile crossed her lips. "I don't suppose you've made any progress in that direction, hmm?"
Thor sheepishly huffed and shook his head. "I have far too many other matters to attend to at this time, as does the fairest Jane. One day, however..."
"Oh, I know. I'm counting on it." Frigga folded up the small garment and leaned down to put it away in her sewing case. "Speaking of other matters, what brings you here so unexpectedly, my love?" She straightened and caught his eye, her tone now serious. "What troubles you?"
Thor drew in a great breath and then gave his mother a rundown on the situation back on Earth, finishing with the frustrating conversation he'd had with Odin. "He told me to talk to you," he added sourly.
Frigga crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, a deep frown etched on her lovely face. "Me? How strange. Odin knows I have no experience with the Tessaract. I can't imagine why he'd—" Her eyes widened as a thought came to her. "Oh! Oh, dear. Surely he doesn't think..." She pondered a moment and then pursed her lips and threw up her hands in disgust. "That sly son-of-a-bitch."
"Mother! He is the Allfather!" Thor said, aghast.
"He's also my husband, and a bit of an ass, in case you haven't noticed. I know what he's up to. Damn him." Frigga stood up and gestured for Thor to follow her as she strode purposefully into the palace. They walked to her personal quarters and once inside, she went to a bookcase and pulled out the same ancient tome Thor remembered from when they went to Midgard to tend to Loki. Frigga carried it to a large oak table and sat down in front of it, patting a second chair for Thor's use. He lowered himself heavily and pointed at the book.
"What is going on? That book is about the Jotun people, is it not?"
"Yes, yes." Frigga impatiently waved at him to quiet himself. She now wore a preoccupied scowl and for some minutes, all was silent except for the soft swoosh of fragile pages being carefully turned one after the other. Eventually, the Allmother settled in to read, tracing line after line of dark runes with her forefinger. Once she'd gone through several pages, she made a satisfied sound and sat back. She crossed her arms, fixing her gaze across the room, clearly deep in thought. Thor sat pensively, wishing she'd say something. Just when he thought he'd burst a blood vessel, Frigga turned to him and announced, "Ready yourself, son. We're going to Jotunheim."
Loki and Tony managed to make it to their bedroom before hastily skinning out of their clothes and falling onto the bed. They grappled together, each desperate to feel the other's bare skin against his own. Loki's libido had done nothing but smolder hotly inside him ever since his tummy began to swell, and by now he badly needed to rut. He would have liked to think it was his deep abiding love and attraction for Tony that created such an overwhelming ache, but he knew that at this point, it was just his traitorous and hormonal body demanding sexual release that was driving him.
"By the gods, prepare me, Stark, but be quick about it." Loki flipped over on his stomach and raised his haunches, offering himself to Tony in as aggressive a manner as Tony had ever seen.
"Hey, chill out there, Rudolph, this is supposed to be romantic, isn't it?"
"Romance is for people whose blood isn't boiling in their veins. Just fuck me, already." He glanced behind himself and noted with satisfaction that Tony had fished the lube out of a bedside drawer and was about to coat his fingers with it. Then something occurred to him.
"Wait!" Loki snapped. He flipped onto his back again. "I want to... That is, I need to—well, only if you don't object, of course, I mean, either way is fine, but—"
"Hold on, Lassie, I don't follow. Is Timmy down the well again?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow. "What are you trying to say?"
Loki swallowed hard before blurting out, "I want to do this in my Jotun form!"
Tony blinked and then nodded. "Oh. Well, sure." He put his arms around Loki and pulled him close. "I'd love that, babe. You're super-hot when you're all blue. But... it didn't go so well the last time, and I don't want to take a chance on hurting you." He pulled back and looked into Loki's fevered eyes. "You sure you're ready to try again?
"I told you, I heal quickly. It should be fine." Loki re-wrapped himself around Tony. "It will, in fact, be magnificent." He nuzzled into Tony's neck and murmured, "Please, love. I need this so badly."
Tony nodded against him, feeling a rush in his loins at the thought of Loki in his other skin, begging him for sex. It was just so damn hot. He started to reach for Loki's cock, but Loki pulled away, firmly distancing himself from his boyfriend. "Stay back. After I shift, I'll need to adjust my temperature before you touch me, remember?"
Tony watched in awe as soft blue rapidly ran the length of Loki's body, replacing pale flesh, chameleon-like. And, jeeze, he was gorgeous, Tony thought in amazement. He wondered if he'd ever get used to this, if one day seeing Loki shift his skin would be as unremarkable to him as coming to bed in a t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts. He kind of doubted it.
Eyes closed, Loki held himself perfectly still for a long moment. When he opened them, he held his arm out to Tony. "One finger. Quick touch," he ordered.
Tony obeyed, and while Loki's skin was substantially colder than usual, it wasn't uncomfortably so. "It's fine."
"All right. I'll continue to warm for a while, but if you like, we can go ahead and get started."
"I think it's cute how you act like I have a choice," Tony quipped.
"Oh, you do, as do I. I'll be happy to make use of the, what was the term? Oh yes, 'dildo,' you have stashed in your nightstand, should you hesitate much longer." Loki smirked cheerfully as he reached for the drawer, but Tony grabbed his arm and lay him on his back. He got on top and gathered him into his arms and kissed him, noting that the chilled lips almost instantly warmed under his touch.
"You are so damn sexy," Tony breathed, outlining Loki's tribal markings with gentle nips and laves of his tongue.
Without the containment of the glamour spell, Loki's body was utterly free, and every neuron, every touchpoint inside him felt as if it was glowing and throbbing with desire. Loki had never felt such feral power coursing through him, nor such anticipation; he thought of a jungle cat poised as its prey unwittingly approached, how its body would reverberate with tightly harnessed energy, ready to explode upon attack.
He felt rather sorry for Tony.
But, Tony would not be rushed. He took his time, lingering over Loki's desperately arched neck, the tip of his tongue teasing his nipples, kissing down the etched lines of his torso as he slid a finger between the delicate lips of Loki's slit and gently massaged the tender flesh he found there. Loki was now reaching some sort of apex of frustration, clawing at Tony's back, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Tony's bare ass, killingly squeezing around his waist with his thighs like an angry boa constrictor.
Tony was beginning to question whether he would survive the encounter, but hell, what a way to go.
Fortunately for both of them, Tony managed to wriggle downward so that he was able to bury his face between Loki's thighs. To his relief, Loki now spread himself wide, allowing Tony to press his mouth against smooth blue skin, first applying wet kisses, then licking, then giving a series of just-this-side-of-painful bites along long limbs. He heard Loki make a choked sound, it might have been a word, it might have been "please," Tony wasn't sure, but he didn't care. He was like a starved man sat before a rich buffet and he wasn't going to miss a single morsel. It was several long, deliciously tortuous minutes before he poked his tongue into Loki's slick, sweet quim.
Tony settled in, firmly gripping Loki's thighs as he dipped his tongue into the tangy depths. He probed deeply, finding a luscious well of wetness and lapped his way in, up and out, and he did it again and again and again. Loki writhed and bucked furiously under his ministrations, begging for him to fill him, please, Stark, for the sake of all that is holy, fill him, before he pulverized his puny mortal bones into dust and had to settle for use of the dildo all the rest of his days.
Tony chuckled and pulled himself upward. He took Loki's jaw in one hand and locked eyes with him, enjoying the look of hunger and need that peered back at him, loving that he would be the one to satisfy it—well, he hoped he'd be, anyway. God knew what would happen if he didn't. With that in mind, he took his own cock in hand, guided it inside Loki, and plunged in deep and hard.
Loki cried out, relief and gratitude flowing from every pore. He melded into Tony's warm skin, wrapping him in his arms and legs, and taking each soul-filling thrust with a groan of pleasure. Deep inside him, Tony paused to reach for the lube. He coated his palm and began stroking Loki's cock in time with his thrusts. Loki made an anguished whimper, desperately working his hips to find the best angle to accept both the powerful penetration and the rhythmic strokes. Once they were moving in harmony, Loki's glittering ruby eyes again stared into Tony's and he hissed, "That's better—but do not dare to stop, you bootless cur. Hope for your sake you have the stamina to take this to its conclusion. I would hate to have to immolate you in your own bed."
Tony being Tony, he did, of course, stop. He gave a dreamy sigh and fluttered his eyelashes. "Gosh, handsome, you say the sweetest things. I think I'm going to start a line of greeting cards, and that'll be the Valentine message—oof!" Tony gasped as Loki simply rolled both of them over in one smooth motion, pinning Tony under him. He proceeded to fiercely rock his hips, his inner walls clamped tightly around Tony's cock, and he worked his own member at the same time, arching his spine and throwing back his mane of ebony hair. Thus occupied, he didn't notice Tony grab the lube again; he sneakily reached around Loki and slid slicked-up fingers between his bouncing rear cheeks and into his crinkled little hole.
Loki gave a primal roar and came; Tony pulled himself upwards with one hand holding fast to the back of Loki's neck, the other on the small of his lover's back, and kept brutally bucking up into him. He shot hard inside Loki, groaning through his climax until he collapsed into the softness of the bed. Loki seemed to melt off of him, the blue of his skin gradually fading until he looked like "normal" Loki again, scrunched up against Tony's utterly spent body. He too felt as if his bones had been turned to jelly; he nuzzled in under Tony's armpit and heaved an enormous sigh of satisfaction.
"That... was extraordinary," he breathed happily.
"Yeah... That might be... too many syllables for me right now, but yeah. That's what it was," Tony agreed in a weak series of gasps.
The warm glow of Loki's release raced into every crevice of his core, and he suddenly realized what he'd been missing the last time he and Tony made love. The pregnancy hormones must have ignited a need deep inside him, way past the thin cover of his Aesir illusion, and it took being in his Jotun form to reach it. He turned a rueful look up to Tony. "I hope you truly did enjoy that, Stark. Because I have a feeling that I'll be requiring equally spectacular efforts from you from now until I deliver this fetus. This is the first time I've felt satisfied since you got me pregnant."
Tony pulled Loki closer. "I'll do my best, babe. I love you."
As Loki snuggled in and stilled in what felt to Tony like absolute relaxation, the engineer resolved to look into modifying that dildo. If his horny little pregnant boyfriend was going to need a performance like that from him on a regular basis, there was going to have to be a motor involved.