The God that Proved them Wrong (Thorki) Book 1 of 3

Chapter 18

 While I stand in front of a mirror in the bathroom, I look down at my breast. They're bigger than before. When I press against the sides of them, they ache. "What are you doing?" Steve asks, leaning against the doorframe.

 After a quick glance in the mirror at him, I state "My body will start producing milk for the twins."

 "How will that work, anyway?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest "The birth, I mean."

 "Well..." I sigh "Jotun have a seven month incubation, but the baby would be completely fine if it's a little bit early." I clear my throat "Around three months, the carrier will start forming a channel from the womb, to an opening."

 "So it's like regular child birth?" he asks.

 "Yes." I state, before sighing "If the opening isn't there by month five, it'll end with a C-section."

 "Well..." he sighs and looks to his feet "Let's hope that doesn't happen."

 "Yeah." I sigh and look at my dirty loincloth. With a frown, I slip it off of my waist and start washing the dirt out of it. When I glance up, I find Steve staring at me in amusement "What are you looking at?"

 "Never thought I'd see a god washing his loincloth in a sink." he chuckles "Or wearing a loincloth."

 "It's Jotunheim tradition for a dreamwalker to wear artic fur." I state, before clearing my throat and continuing to scrub it "I might have wronged the planet, but I won't disgrace the culture." I whisper "I'm standing against my monsters."

 "Would you like some normal clothes?" He asks. I give a thankful nod and he disappears. When he returns, he hands me black robes and two pieces of rubber "Those are shoes." he explains.

 "Thanks." I state and he backs up to the doorframe "Can I have a moment?" he gives an apologetic look and leans against the wall just outside. With a sigh, I pull off my shoes and push off my shorts.

 The bruises on my bum, hips and thighs make me smirk. My arms and shoulders are covered in finger made bruises. There's a bite mark on my shoulder. "Norms!" I think "Thor marked me well."

 When I slide on my clothes, I turn to the shoes and think for a second, before placing the on the ground and stepping on them. Cold metal climbs over my foot. When I step forward, there's absolutely no sound.

 When I walk past Steve, he sighs "How does it fit?"

 "It's a little big, but it's fi-"

 "Loki!" I freeze as Thor hisses through the earpiece "Loki! Answer me!" I hold my hand out to Steve "Norms, just, let me know you're alright!"

 When Steve finally gives me his earpiece, I press my earpiece "I'm fine Thor. I'll be fine. We should be able to come back in about a week." I lie and shake my head at Steve to let him know I'm lying.

 "Did you not think of the children?" he asks and my face goes sour.

 "Oh, I thought of the children!" I hiss and I can feel him flinch "All I've thought about was you and the boys, damnit!"

 "Language!" Steve insists, instantly biting his own tounge.

 "I'll watch my fucking language when I'm not pregnant, hungry, tired or lost in another dimension, thank you very much!" I hiss at Steve.

 "Is that what that was last night?" Thor asks "You woke me up to have sex with you because you were going to leave?"

 "Technically..." I give a weary smile "I believe I said 'make love and mark me as yours'." Steve gives me a disgusted look and I give him a death glare.