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

Chapter 24

 After three months of slowly running out of oxygen, our air capacity is at a weak 33%. We haven't seen Thor since I told him that we won't be heading back for awhile. Hel, I haven't even heard anyone talk about him.

 "Natasha?" I ask over video chat. We've been doing this recently. Gamora talks to Groot, Rocket, Drax, Mantis and Peter Quill, who hasn't really been out of his room since I've met him. Nebula and Thanos don't talk to anyone. M'Baku talks to Okoye, T'Challa and Shuri. Steve usually talks to Bucky and Sam. Tony usually speaks with his right hand robot man and Bruce. Me? I talk to Natasha. Mainly about the boys, sometimes about Lucifer.

 "Yes?" she asks softly, as if I was more delicate then anything in the world. With is absolutely preposterous.

 After I clear my throat, I speak with more than a hint of curiosity "Where's Thor?" her face fades slightly and I shrug "I just haven't seen him since the day after I gotten here... is he okay?"

 "He's had a rough time." she admits with a weak smile on her face "He misses you." with a scoff she continues "He'll go on long rambles about you."

 "He just..." I look to the ground and fiddle with my fingers "He hasn't come to speak to me. And I'm worried about him... leaving me, I guess."

 "He's not going to leave you." she insists and I scoff.

 "How do you know that?" I ask, letting a tear runs down my face "My birth parents did. Zeus did."

 "Loki, I've seen the way he looks at you." she states "He loves you and he can't stand being without you."

 "Then why isn't he coming to speak to me?" I ask, not so nicely. More of a snappy hiss.

 "He just needs for you to come back." she insists, shifting herself on her feet "He's just going through a lot. Trying to fix up the nursery." we decided the nursery was to be in Thor's old room. We've only painted the walls.

 "It doesn't take three months to put a crib together." I remark in a harsh voice, before clearing my throat and resting my hands over my stomach to feel a kick "Magni is going to be a fighter." I smirk.

 "They shouldn't be kicking already, should they?" she asks, a weary look on her face as she sounds concerned.

 "Jotun are odd." I shrug "I've just learned to..." I try to think of the phrase I've heard Zeus say "Roll with the punches."

~

 After my conversation with Natasha, I went to the bathroom to check myself. When I can't feel a hole, I pull up my shorts and dart towards camp.

 When I get there, Stark rests a hand on my chest "Whoo, don't stab someone, bullfighter." he snickers at his stupid nickname "What's got your fur whitey tighties is a twist?"

 "I need someone to come with me." I huff for air and begin "I need someone who isn't bothered by indecency for the sack of health."

 "Why?" Steve asks, stepping out of his tent, a bag of food in his hand.

 After I'm quiet for a moment, I groan and start to explain "You know how I was talking about a male Jotun growing a vagina during pregnancy?" (A/N: YES, I SAID VAGINA! GET OVER IT! EVERY WOMAN HAS ONE! UNLESS YOU'RE A GAY MALE, YOU'RE DESTIN TO SEE ONE! GROW A SACK AND ACT LIKE AN ADULT!)

 "Yes." he puts the food down on the table "Are you all good?"

 "Well, I just tried to check myself..." I blush with embarrassment "I couldn't feel anything and I can't see anything..."

 "So, you want someone to check for you?" Steve asks and I give a weak nod "Come on, let's go get it over with, son."

 "Steve?" I ask and he raises an eyebrow to me "I'm more than fourteen hundred years your elder."

 "That's very kind of you Rogers." Tony states as we start towards the door "Helping people in need."

 "Oh I'm not doing it." Steve insists "You're doing it."

 "No I'm not." Stark insists.

 "Yes you are." Steve chuckles.

 "No I'm not."

 "Yes you are."

 "No I'm not."

~

 "See anything Tony?" Steve asks as he leans against the sink.

 Tony groans underneath me "This is ridiculous." he grumbles as he examines my crotch.

 I clear my throat "So, how's your afternoon going?" Steve chuckles as I smirk "Tony, I'm starting to think you like it down there."

 He growls "Bite me!"

 "Kinky." I smirk, causing Tony to groan and Steve to chuckle "Honestly darling, I prefer being on the receiving end of that bite."

 "Your an ass." Tony hisses as he examines even harder "What is this thing supposed to look like, exactly?"

 "Like a vagina, Tony." I sigh "I don't know, two fatty lips with a slit in between."

 "So..." Steve clears his throat "Does this thing stay with you?" he asks, curiosity covering his features.

 "Yes." I sigh "It'll be easier to get pregnant again, but I don't believe I'll have that problem either way."

 "Wait." Tony looks up to my face "Could you have a baby with yourself?"

 "Theoretically, yes." I shrug and scratch my forehead "I don't want a clone of myself walking around."

 "I'd love a clone of myself walking around." Stark smirks, before clearing his throat "Hold up Little Loki and the kidsacks." I reach down and pick myself up under the loincloth "Capsicle, hand me a flashlight."

 After another long second, he declares that it's there and rolls out from underneath me "We never speak of this again." Tony orders "Agreed?"

 "Sure." I smirk, before pulling up my shorts and washing my hands.