Life with Loki - short stories

Of All That Flowered *

Summary: Upon your return to the tower, you wonder if your temporary condition might kill the attraction that was near blooming between you and your good friend Loki.
But that is most certainly not the case...
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Tags/Warnings: Loki x Plus-Sized Reader (always)/ Friends to Lovers / Surrogate Pregnancy / Pregnancy Kink / Pregnant & Horny As Fuck / Breast Stimulation Orgasm / Fluff
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(I think about pregnancy sex with Loki far too often. But that is ok).
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There had always been something between the both of you. It had always been unspoken, but was lingering between your eyes, between your friendly touches that had longed to be more.

Currently, you were back at Avengers Tower, to stay until afterwards. The last time you were here seeing your brother, Tony, was around eight months ago, which was also the last time you had seen him, Loki. Your brother knew why you were away, the true reason you had left, but no one else knew, which caused a bit of a surprise today when the rest of the team saw you again. However, now you had to tell them what was really happening, and they were absolutely ecstatic. They were filled with supportive hugs and inquisitive questions. It was honestly really nice to be back and have your friends — your family — around you during this process, but there were two of said friends that were missing, especially the particular one that your heart couldn't wait to see again. Both Loki and Thor had been away on a mission for the past three weeks. Now, a little over a week after you had returned to the tower, you got word that the Gods were finally returning. Your heart began dancing in your throat, as numerous thoughts swam around your mind. You didn't know if you were quite ready to ask Loki on a date, especially now, but you still wanted to see him. He was a good friend, of course. You hoped and wished to finally be more, but you truly understood if your current circumstance killed what was between the two of you.

"Lady Stark! You're back!", you heard through a jolly bellow as you stood behind the kitchen bench making a snack. Looking up to see the one and only Thor, you moved out from behind the bench and made your way towards your now shocked looking friend. His hug wasn't as engulfing and smothering this time, with good reason, now being mindful of his strength as he hugged you. But his hug was still enough to spin you around so your back was towards the door as he asked you a million questions. Loki hadn't heard his brother's questioning as he started making his way in the room, his mind was hazy at the sight of you —well, he saw your delicious curves and crowning hair from the back as you were engaged in conversation— before his brother noticed his entrance. "There he is now. Brother! Lady Stark is back! She has such joyous news!!!".

Slowly, you exhaled nervously before you turned, before you braced your true emotions for some form of rejection that was bound to show within his eyes. Or what if he was to have a lover on his arm, a stunning Asgardian partner. You would feel shattered, even before he was yours. You quickly pulled yourself together, turned around, and saw Loki in all his glory. And the look of the tall God in his royal green and gold Asgardian leathers, sent arousal straight through you (which you especially couldn't help at the moment, as you were in a near permanent state of feral, especially tot he thought him alone). Loki saw that beautiful smile on that beautiful face that he had stored so well in his memory and in his heart, before his eyes dropped. And as his eyes dropped, so did his awaiting heart. He was too late. Now, you would never be his. Almost immediately, his hopes, his desires, his daydreams, all that were centred around you, were instantly crushed.

"You're.... you're with child?". His arms had been in the position to pull you in for a hug, but they too had also faltered as had his welcoming and loving expression. He saw you and Thor start to laugh, which was an emotion he most certainly was not feeling at this moment.