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sentimentalistWhen the war was over and done with, the Jotuns had lost. In a long, bitter battle between the Aesir and the Jotuns, the Frost Giants had been defeated once again. In parts of a treaty (that wasn’t exactly what all the Jotuns wanted) Loki was sent to Asgard. There was no other option for him. It was either his realm would be destroyed, or the Jotun prince would go to Asgard. The young prince did not know what else he was to do, and despite his father’s protests, Loki knew that his realm could not withstand another battle. Their people were battered and broken; they could no longer fight. So, willingly, Loki left his beloved realm in chains to become a slave in another. He was not an average slave, however. Loki belonged to the future king of Asgard, Thor. Loki could be used for anything that Thor wished him to be. The two had lain together many a night. Most of the reasons it was that Thor was beyond drunk or he was merely looking for someone to bed. Other than those nights, Thor had learned to tolerate the Jotun and never harmed him. Despite all this, there was another change at work. Loki knew within several months that there was something different about his body. His thin frame started to swell and he soon grew nauseated in the morning. He was with child, and Loki knew this child was Thor’s. Many months went by, and Thor had yet to send for the Jotun once again. Loki was six months into his pregnancy, yet Thor still had not asked for him. Perhaps he was preoccupied. Perhaps he no longer wished to see him. Now, Loki sat in the cell that he was kept in, waiting for a guard to give him food or fresh clothing, not hearing the heavy clunk of boots that were creeping to his cell door.
He should visit the Jotun. The All Father told him those words many times, his mother reminded him of the same thing, but Thor simply wasn't interested in seeing that blue skinned monster that he claimed as his battle trophy. The thing was vile and a demon, and even worse was learning that the creature, Loki, was with his child. It just didn't bear thinking that he had a child with such an inferior, spineless race. But Frigga had insisted, hence here he was, at the door of the cell that housed the blue skinned creature, looking in and wondering, what in the world is he to do with a Jotun. Blue eyes took in the rotund form in the dim light and his fair Aesir nose crinkled up with disgust. "Why haven't you died yet?"
As he heard the other speak, Loki's eyes grew wide as he looked the Aesir over for a moment. Of course, he knew that the Asgardian had no feelings of love or kindness in his heart; Loki knew this as well as any other Jotun. The question he asked, however, Loki bit the inside of his cheek, hurt twinkling in those now dull crimson eyes. "They still give me food and provide me with things I need to survive." Loki's gaze was directed down towards his abdomen, rubbing soothing circles along the swell of his abdomen. "May I ask why you are here?" Loki knew that Thor didn't need to be here, yet he was. The small Jotun sighed weakly, trying to comfort himself as much as he possibly could.
Seeing the hurt look on the smaller man shot an arrow of shame bursting harshly through Thor's self righteousness. He had nothing against Loki specifically, the creature was actually tolerable most of the time, yet seeing the creature rub at that rounding belly reminded Thor of the reason of his irritation. Squaring his shoulders, the Aesir prince tried justify his words with a hard look as proper for an heir to send towards his spoil of war. "Mother insisted I should see you and now I can inform her that I have." He turned as if ready to leave, but his brows furrowed slightly when he took in the condition of the cells around him. It was his first time visiting Loki in his own chambers, if this place could be called such. Again, it deflated some of his anger. "...is this where you normally stay?"
As Thor took another step closer to him, Loki wriggled away as much as he could, keeping a hand on his abdomen, trying to protect himself and the little life that grew within him. He knew that he could not defend himself from the Aesir, even if he tried. "Well, you may leave now." Loki said, his voice twinging with fear as he looked up at Thor. He didn't know what else to do. There was no way for him so protect himself, and Thor could do whatever he so wished to do with him. "I do not have anywhere else to stay." Loki whispered, his tone deathly quiet. "There where I have stayed ever since I arrived here. Not that it matters to you." The Jotun thought that Thor wouldn't care if him or his child were to die in this cell, and he knew that was the truth. Loki's hand still stayed on the swell of his abdomen, huddled away in the corner of his cell in fear.
"Stop rubbing that abomination!" Fed up with the creature's annoying behavior, Thor turned from his motion of leaving to take a few menacing steps towards the blue skinned man. Yet seeing at how it cowered back from him like it would disappear into the wall to escape him, his step halted. It was right that Loki should fear him, he was from a defeated race that depended on Thor's good graces to survive, but it still left a taste like sour mead in his mouth. "Stop doing that," he said again, still annoyed but his voice no longer boomed off the stone walls. "Can't you stand up like a man? You are a prince, are you not? Yet you cower like a spineless thief."
Loki let out a small cry of fear as Thor shouted at him. He pushed himself up against the wall, just wishing to to disappear in general. Loki cowered in front of Thor, in front of any of the Aesir. None of them were ever kind to him in the first place. "That abomination just happens to be my child. The child also happens to be yours as well." Loki almost instantly regretted the words that escaped his lips, but it was the truth. This was a new life that he carried, this was Thor's child. The heir to the throne of Asgard, Loki believed. "I was a prince." Loki whispered, his voice meek. "I am no longer a prince. They stripped me of that title before I left Jotunheim." Loki said. He couldn't stand up, he was far too weak. Loki tried to stand, but he merely fell once again. "I cower because you seek pleasure seeing me squirm beneath you and your sheets." Loki whispered, biting at his lower lip, trying to fight for whatever dignity that he now had.
Thor's expression darkened like an oncoming storm at that reminder, and the volume of his voice rose again to thunder across the small cell. "That thing is not my child! It is not /possible/ for a man to bear children!" He raised his hand as if to strike the thing that spoke back to him, but changing his mind at the last minute, he turned and sent his fist crashing into the stone wall. "I do not—" He stopped himself, scowling darkly again as he tried to process through Loki's words. "That is what you are here for." He said instead, unable to deny that he had sought his pleasure on the helpless Jotun albeit he was drunk most of those times. "I never thought you are going to be with child!"
Loki's eyes grew wide as Thor approached him. He shut his eyes and buried his face in his hands, a broken sob escaping his lips as he heard the Aesir's fist crack against the stone wall. "Well, I am carrying your child." Loki's voice trembled as he spoke to Thor, his own thin frame visibly shaking as Thor shouted at him still. "That abomination is my child." Loki whispered, placing a hand on his swollen abdomen, biting at the inside of his cheek. "You may leave me be." Loki said, his voice cracking still as he looked up at Thor with fear in his eyes. "Please, leave me be." Loki whispered, fear glistening in his eyes.
Thor turned and simply stared down at the blue ball curled at his feet. He wanted to shout some more, but there was no point in doing so when Loki was already reduced to such a sorry state. When he saw the tears, Thor dropped his arm and some part of him felt a little guilty too. "You... should get rid of it." He said gruffly, as if he making a generous offer for a perfect solution to the whole mess. In his way of thinking, it was. "We have healers that can... when female warriors do not wish to bear children, they go to the healers to take care of it."
"No!" Loki shouted. "I will not get rid of my child!" Loki hissed, his eyes going wide in fear. "I will not give up my child! You are not the one who has carried this life within you for six months! I do not wish to kill my child." Loki knew that he didn't have a choice, but he didn't want Thor to take his child away from him. "Please, it is all I have left in the entire world. Please, do not take this child from me." Loki whispered. "You do not have to partake in this." Loki mumbled. "I know that you wish to wish for both me and my child to die. But please, give the child a chance to live." Loki said, hs voice quiet.
Anger flashed across Thor's features, but it toned down to irritation, followed by confusion. He could not understand why would anyone, male no less, want to bear children. The shame of his earlier words hit him though when Loki unintentionally threw them back into his face. "That was not what I said," he tried to defend as he continued staring down at the pitiful ball of blue. "I do not understand why you would wish to keep it. It is ..." Unable to think of a better term for the abomination, he finally just settled on, "Not right!"
Loki looked up at Thor, tears stinging in his eyes. "I want to keep my child." Loki whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "I may not be right to you, but it is my child. I wish to keep my child, even if you do not want to." Loki spoke honestly, though it was in fear. Thor could destroy him in a matter of seconds. "Is all you had to say was how much you wished for your abomination of a spawn was to die and how I should do the same, you may leave now. I now understand your real feelings." Loki said, his eyes stinging with anger and defeat.
"I didn't say that," Thor said again with a furrowing of his brows. He didn't wish for Loki to die. The Jotun was not that intolerable... when he wasn't with child, his child. Just seeing how Loki cared for what Thor could only think of as unnatural kindled his ire every time. "You are a man," he insisted again as if repetition would get it across or help him wrap his mind around the idea that males could even become pregnant. "That is not a man's role to have children." Still irritated but calmer now, he was looking at Loki as if he was truly trying hard to understand.
"Well, I am pregnant, so you might as well get that through your thick skull." Loki snarled, his eyes downcast towards the floor. "You should leave me be." Loki croaked, his eyes unable to meet Thor's. "Just go!" Loki cried, biting at the inside of his cheek, the tears falling down his cheeks. "I know you do not wish to be here, so stop trying to make me think differently." Now that he had been humiliated, Loki didn't want to see Thor anymore. He knew what Thor's intentions were and they were only to convince him that his child was scum and that he was vile towards the entire nine realms. "I have been humiliated enough for one evening."
It was Thor's turn to scowl at the insult. "How dare you insult the Prince of Asgard!" he called, shoulders squaring over the pitiful Jotun. To think he was actually starting to feel sorry for it! Anger raising at each word said by his prisoner, Thor became spiteful. "You WILL get rid of it! I will have the healers remove that thing first thing tomorrow!"
Loki cried out and shook his head. "No! You will not make me get rid of my child!" Loki cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. "No, you can't make me get rid of my child!" Loki shouted, holding his abdomen protectively. Thor would make him get rid of this baby, even if Loki screamed and shouted throughout the entire process. Loki bit at his bottom lip until it bled, looking up at Thor with pleading eyes. "No, please! I'll do anything!" Loki cried.
Thor's anger was triggered though and the hard cut of his stormy blue eyes said he wouldn't be easily dissuaded. He had tried to understand, but that had been thrown back in his face, proving what a silly notion it was to think he could understand the savage race to begin with. "What can you do? You are an abomination of nature from a defeated race of monsters." He glared down at the Jotun with anger still rolling off him in waves. "You are my slave."
"Please, don't make me get rid of my child. This child is of innocence and has not done anything to receive this treatment. Please, spare this child for my sake. Please." Loki hadn't been so vulnerable towards anyone. The only thing that Loki wanted to do was to have his child be happy and for that child to be healthy, not for it to die. "I'll do anything that you ask of me." Loki pleaded, looking up at Thor with wide eyes. "I am your slave, yes." Loki hadn't said those words aloud, but they sounded foreign and defeated on his lips. "I'll do anything."
The pleading seemed to have gotten through to Thor somewhat and cooled his anger, but he continued his glare down at the Jotun. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know what to do with his slave, he never even owned one before. At first it seemed like a good idea to have it around to be a trophy of sorts, to show it off and have it entertain his drunken lust, but now that it was with child and /begging/ to keep it, Thor really was at a loss as to what to do. As rational thoughts returned though, he realized whatever he chose, he couldn't have it stay in these cells now that he knew about them. That seemed to be much easier to figure out a solution for compared to what to do with the his slave. "Until I decide, you will stay in my bedchambers."
Loki chewed at his lower lip, looking about the two of them. He felt the child kick and Loki yearned to place his hand there and comfort himself, but he knew that he couldn't. Thor wasn't having any of that. "In your bedchambers?" Loki whispered, a brow raised. Thor couldn't stand him at this time, why would he want the Jotun to stay in his chambers? Loki slowly placed a hand on his swollen middle, rounded and laden with child. "Are you sure you wish for me to stay there?" Loki asked, though he didn't want to say anything that would offend Thor and threaten to have him kill his little child once again. His eyes grew glassy as he leaned up against the wall, biting at his lower lip. He was weak and fatigued, and his own body seemed to cave in on him as his eyes fluttered shut. "Wherever you do with me is fine..." Loki mumbled, sighing weakly.
No, Thor wanted the pregnant Loki nowhere near him, but he couldn't possibly let him remain where he was either. It wasn't right, slave or not, this place wasn't meant for a person to stay longer than a week or two, criminals at that. Loki had been with them for months, nearly a year, and it was unfathomable that the Jotun should remain cooped up here. To Thor, that was nearly as wrong as the pregnancy. "You are my slave. It is only right for slaves to be near the one they serve," Thor said gruffly, to convince himself as much as the one he spoke to. "It is decided, you will move to my chambers tonight until I can decide where to put you." His expression furrowed as he looked around the sparsely decorated cell. He doubted there was anything Loki would miss here, but he asked anyway, "Is there anything you wish to bring with you?"
He should visit the Jotun. The All Father told him those words many times, his mother reminded him of the same thing, but Thor simply wasn't interested in seeing that blue skinned monster that he claimed as his battle trophy. The thing was vile and a demon, and even worse was learning that the creature, Loki, was with his child. It just didn't bear thinking that he had a child with such an inferior, spineless race. But Frigga had insisted, hence here he was, at the door of the cell that housed the blue skinned creature, looking in and wondering, what in the world is he to do with a Jotun. Blue eyes took in the rotund form in the dim light and his fair Aesir nose crinkled up with disgust. "Why haven't you died yet?"
As he heard the other speak, Loki's eyes grew wide as he looked the Aesir over for a moment. Of course, he knew that the Asgardian had no feelings of love or kindness in his heart; Loki knew this as well as any other Jotun. The question he asked, however, Loki bit the inside of his cheek, hurt twinkling in those now dull crimson eyes. "They still give me food and provide me with things I need to survive." Loki's gaze was directed down towards his abdomen, rubbing soothing circles along the swell of his abdomen. "May I ask why you are here?" Loki knew that Thor didn't need to be here, yet he was. The small Jotun sighed weakly, trying to comfort himself as much as he possibly could.
Seeing the hurt look on the smaller man shot an arrow of shame bursting harshly through Thor's self righteousness. He had nothing against Loki specifically, the creature was actually tolerable most of the time, yet seeing the creature rub at that rounding belly reminded Thor of the reason of his irritation. Squaring his shoulders, the Aesir prince tried justify his words with a hard look as proper for an heir to send towards his spoil of war. "Mother insisted I should see you and now I can inform her that I have." He turned as if ready to leave, but his brows furrowed slightly when he took in the condition of the cells around him. It was his first time visiting Loki in his own chambers, if this place could be called such. Again, it deflated some of his anger. "...is this where you normally stay?"
As Thor took another step closer to him, Loki wriggled away as much as he could, keeping a hand on his abdomen, trying to protect himself and the little life that grew within him. He knew that he could not defend himself from the Aesir, even if he tried. "Well, you may leave now." Loki said, his voice twinging with fear as he looked up at Thor. He didn't know what else to do. There was no way for him so protect himself, and Thor could do whatever he so wished to do with him. "I do not have anywhere else to stay." Loki whispered, his tone deathly quiet. "There where I have stayed ever since I arrived here. Not that it matters to you." The Jotun thought that Thor wouldn't care if him or his child were to die in this cell, and he knew that was the truth. Loki's hand still stayed on the swell of his abdomen, huddled away in the corner of his cell in fear.
"Stop rubbing that abomination!" Fed up with the creature's annoying behavior, Thor turned from his motion of leaving to take a few menacing steps towards the blue skinned man. Yet seeing at how it cowered back from him like it would disappear into the wall to escape him, his step halted. It was right that Loki should fear him, he was from a defeated race that depended on Thor's good graces to survive, but it still left a taste like sour mead in his mouth. "Stop doing that," he said again, still annoyed but his voice no longer boomed off the stone walls. "Can't you stand up like a man? You are a prince, are you not? Yet you cower like a spineless thief."
Loki let out a small cry of fear as Thor shouted at him. He pushed himself up against the wall, just wishing to to disappear in general. Loki cowered in front of Thor, in front of any of the Aesir. None of them were ever kind to him in the first place. "That abomination just happens to be my child. The child also happens to be yours as well." Loki almost instantly regretted the words that escaped his lips, but it was the truth. This was a new life that he carried, this was Thor's child. The heir to the throne of Asgard, Loki believed. "I was a prince." Loki whispered, his voice meek. "I am no longer a prince. They stripped me of that title before I left Jotunheim." Loki said. He couldn't stand up, he was far too weak. Loki tried to stand, but he merely fell once again. "I cower because you seek pleasure seeing me squirm beneath you and your sheets." Loki whispered, biting at his lower lip, trying to fight for whatever dignity that he now had.
Thor's expression darkened like an oncoming storm at that reminder, and the volume of his voice rose again to thunder across the small cell. "That thing is not my child! It is not /possible/ for a man to bear children!" He raised his hand as if to strike the thing that spoke back to him, but changing his mind at the last minute, he turned and sent his fist crashing into the stone wall. "I do not—" He stopped himself, scowling darkly again as he tried to process through Loki's words. "That is what you are here for." He said instead, unable to deny that he had sought his pleasure on the helpless Jotun albeit he was drunk most of those times. "I never thought you are going to be with child!"
Loki's eyes grew wide as Thor approached him. He shut his eyes and buried his face in his hands, a broken sob escaping his lips as he heard the Aesir's fist crack against the stone wall. "Well, I am carrying your child." Loki's voice trembled as he spoke to Thor, his own thin frame visibly shaking as Thor shouted at him still. "That abomination is my child." Loki whispered, placing a hand on his swollen abdomen, biting at the inside of his cheek. "You may leave me be." Loki said, his voice cracking still as he looked up at Thor with fear in his eyes. "Please, leave me be." Loki whispered, fear glistening in his eyes.
Thor turned and simply stared down at the blue ball curled at his feet. He wanted to shout some more, but there was no point in doing so when Loki was already reduced to such a sorry state. When he saw the tears, Thor dropped his arm and some part of him felt a little guilty too. "You... should get rid of it." He said gruffly, as if he making a generous offer for a perfect solution to the whole mess. In his way of thinking, it was. "We have healers that can... when female warriors do not wish to bear children, they go to the healers to take care of it."
"No!" Loki shouted. "I will not get rid of my child!" Loki hissed, his eyes going wide in fear. "I will not give up my child! You are not the one who has carried this life within you for six months! I do not wish to kill my child." Loki knew that he didn't have a choice, but he didn't want Thor to take his child away from him. "Please, it is all I have left in the entire world. Please, do not take this child from me." Loki whispered. "You do not have to partake in this." Loki mumbled. "I know that you wish to wish for both me and my child to die. But please, give the child a chance to live." Loki said, hs voice quiet.
Anger flashed across Thor's features, but it toned down to irritation, followed by confusion. He could not understand why would anyone, male no less, want to bear children. The shame of his earlier words hit him though when Loki unintentionally threw them back into his face. "That was not what I said," he tried to defend as he continued staring down at the pitiful ball of blue. "I do not understand why you would wish to keep it. It is ..." Unable to think of a better term for the abomination, he finally just settled on, "Not right!"
Loki looked up at Thor, tears stinging in his eyes. "I want to keep my child." Loki whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "I may not be right to you, but it is my child. I wish to keep my child, even if you do not want to." Loki spoke honestly, though it was in fear. Thor could destroy him in a matter of seconds. "Is all you had to say was how much you wished for your abomination of a spawn was to die and how I should do the same, you may leave now. I now understand your real feelings." Loki said, his eyes stinging with anger and defeat.
"I didn't say that," Thor said again with a furrowing of his brows. He didn't wish for Loki to die. The Jotun was not that intolerable... when he wasn't with child, his child. Just seeing how Loki cared for what Thor could only think of as unnatural kindled his ire every time. "You are a man," he insisted again as if repetition would get it across or help him wrap his mind around the idea that males could even become pregnant. "That is not a man's role to have children." Still irritated but calmer now, he was looking at Loki as if he was truly trying hard to understand.
"Well, I am pregnant, so you might as well get that through your thick skull." Loki snarled, his eyes downcast towards the floor. "You should leave me be." Loki croaked, his eyes unable to meet Thor's. "Just go!" Loki cried, biting at the inside of his cheek, the tears falling down his cheeks. "I know you do not wish to be here, so stop trying to make me think differently." Now that he had been humiliated, Loki didn't want to see Thor anymore. He knew what Thor's intentions were and they were only to convince him that his child was scum and that he was vile towards the entire nine realms. "I have been humiliated enough for one evening."
It was Thor's turn to scowl at the insult. "How dare you insult the Prince of Asgard!" he called, shoulders squaring over the pitiful Jotun. To think he was actually starting to feel sorry for it! Anger raising at each word said by his prisoner, Thor became spiteful. "You WILL get rid of it! I will have the healers remove that thing first thing tomorrow!"
Loki cried out and shook his head. "No! You will not make me get rid of my child!" Loki cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. "No, you can't make me get rid of my child!" Loki shouted, holding his abdomen protectively. Thor would make him get rid of this baby, even if Loki screamed and shouted throughout the entire process. Loki bit at his bottom lip until it bled, looking up at Thor with pleading eyes. "No, please! I'll do anything!" Loki cried.
Thor's anger was triggered though and the hard cut of his stormy blue eyes said he wouldn't be easily dissuaded. He had tried to understand, but that had been thrown back in his face, proving what a silly notion it was to think he could understand the savage race to begin with. "What can you do? You are an abomination of nature from a defeated race of monsters." He glared down at the Jotun with anger still rolling off him in waves. "You are my slave."
"Please, don't make me get rid of my child. This child is of innocence and has not done anything to receive this treatment. Please, spare this child for my sake. Please." Loki hadn't been so vulnerable towards anyone. The only thing that Loki wanted to do was to have his child be happy and for that child to be healthy, not for it to die. "I'll do anything that you ask of me." Loki pleaded, looking up at Thor with wide eyes. "I am your slave, yes." Loki hadn't said those words aloud, but they sounded foreign and defeated on his lips. "I'll do anything."
The pleading seemed to have gotten through to Thor somewhat and cooled his anger, but he continued his glare down at the Jotun. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know what to do with his slave, he never even owned one before. At first it seemed like a good idea to have it around to be a trophy of sorts, to show it off and have it entertain his drunken lust, but now that it was with child and /begging/ to keep it, Thor really was at a loss as to what to do. As rational thoughts returned though, he realized whatever he chose, he couldn't have it stay in these cells now that he knew about them. That seemed to be much easier to figure out a solution for compared to what to do with the his slave. "Until I decide, you will stay in my bedchambers."
Loki chewed at his lower lip, looking about the two of them. He felt the child kick and Loki yearned to place his hand there and comfort himself, but he knew that he couldn't. Thor wasn't having any of that. "In your bedchambers?" Loki whispered, a brow raised. Thor couldn't stand him at this time, why would he want the Jotun to stay in his chambers? Loki slowly placed a hand on his swollen middle, rounded and laden with child. "Are you sure you wish for me to stay there?" Loki asked, though he didn't want to say anything that would offend Thor and threaten to have him kill his little child once again. His eyes grew glassy as he leaned up against the wall, biting at his lower lip. He was weak and fatigued, and his own body seemed to cave in on him as his eyes fluttered shut. "Wherever you do with me is fine..." Loki mumbled, sighing weakly.
No, Thor wanted the pregnant Loki nowhere near him, but he couldn't possibly let him remain where he was either. It wasn't right, slave or not, this place wasn't meant for a person to stay longer than a week or two, criminals at that. Loki had been with them for months, nearly a year, and it was unfathomable that the Jotun should remain cooped up here. To Thor, that was nearly as wrong as the pregnancy. "You are my slave. It is only right for slaves to be near the one they serve," Thor said gruffly, to convince himself as much as the one he spoke to. "It is decided, you will move to my chambers tonight until I can decide where to put you." His expression furrowed as he looked around the sparsely decorated cell. He doubted there was anything Loki would miss here, but he asked anyway, "Is there anything you wish to bring with you?"