Glorious not lengthy

Giant FLUFF warning for this chapter. I really overdid it. Loki and Natasha may regret their mistakes in the next chapter.

It also has rated M inside. I didn't describe the whole act, but I needed intimiate parts so that Loki can show her what he means.

Look also at my afterword ^^ I have images in Loki and Black Widow costume in Kyoto (Japan) and a new Kneel Speech Video ^^

Chapter 5: Disease and Freeze

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"Yes, you're correct. And the longer you grew inside her, the more Natasha was able to withstand it. Your inherited forces also have protected her. In the first few weeks of pregnancy, you were the little miracle that has helped us to explore and understand us well enough to not to harm each other."

"You say 'in the first few weeks'. What has changed?"

"That, my dear daughter, was the moment when we realized that our first offspring was growing inside of her."

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As Loki woke up the next day during the early afternoon, the place where Natasha had slept, was empty.

For both, it had become customary to begin the day with a few lazy laps of sleepy morning sex.
Restlessness seized him and he got up to look for her.
"Jarvis, where is Agent Romanoff?"

"She is outside on the patio, sir."

How helpful this computer could be...

"Natasha, what are you ..?" Loki started when he stepped through the glass door, but then he froze.

His sweetheart was wrapped in black blankets with her head tilted directly into the hot sun.
Damn, it had certainly been more than 30 ° C and ... she sat there as if she was freezing.

The shadows were already too much for him being a ... frostgiant.

"I'm cold," Natasha said, and just pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"You'll burn out her. Come back inside. I'll make tea to warm you from the inside. That will be better than the blazing sun."

"Bring it out here," she said abruptly, and turned away. Such displays of emotion he did not expect from the usually controlled Black Widow. Well, at least not when they were outside of the bedroom.

"Dearest, I beg you. You always said that you prefer the snow in Russia, and now ..."

"Bring me the tea!" She snapped and turned away from him.

Loki watched in shock as she winced and panic spread through face, making her pale. Then she suddenly ran into the Stark Tower.

He found her bent over the toilet while she gave the miserable rest of her quick breakfast into it. "Please go away. I don't feel well today."

Loki shook his head and helped her to keep the hair out of her face until the nausea was gone.
"I'll call a doctor."

"No, I do not want S.H.I.E.L.D. to know..." She stopped short.

"Then ... let me call Banner. He is proficient in healing human diseases and certainly can help you."

Natasha sank to the floor of the bathroom and nodded weakly.

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"Natasha was just glad that she had not gone sick against the glass front of the Stark Towers. Iron Man would have certainly gave her the bill for the cleanup." Loki's added remark made both smile. 'Uncle' Tony was dead for decades now, but his stories were still a great pleasure.

"A clear sign, she was pregnant," Alexander said, almost casually and poured himself and his father, some more of the Met.

"Of course. But in the frenzy of our mutual love we were at that time just not aware. Surely I should have guessed it, but ... At that moment, my first thought was that our ... physical activity had not been good for her. She was, after all, a human woman."

"Did she always have to suffer that much?" Natalia asked cautiously.

"It always came down to how many genes from my side were present. With our first child, so you, my daughter, came over half of Natasha. But anyway it was not an easy pregnancy, so to speak."

Alexander clenched beside them. He already knew how bad it must have been with him.

"She had done it every time and was overjoyed when she was finally able to hold you in her arms," he reassured his son. More or less these words were true. But with Alexander ... there was still so much more that he probably should not know preferably. It was good that Natalia could not remember her sister.

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Loki held her hand and tried to stay calm, as Banner was gone from the room to his laboratory in order to evaluate the blood sample. Fortunately Stark had an 'open wire' to the SHIELD database and thus references from Natasha's past.

"It's probably just the flu. My body reacts differently ..."
She fiddled with the fabric of the shirt, which she had put on for the exam. It was clear for medical purposes, and made her even more fragile in Loki's eyes.

"You can't be serious," He did not want to trouble her, but he spoke the truth. "Even a strong poison can only weaken you for hours. For you, even the most lethal human disease nothing is more than a common cold."

Natasha took a deep breath and braced for what Banner would bring them over now, whatever it might be.

The minutes passed like hours until the scientists returned with a thoughtful expression. He did not hide his feelings, which made Natasha oddly relaxed.

Banner cleared his throat and looked searchingly at his data again before carefully weighing his words.
"Natasha, I know that it's recorded in your file that you ... well ... can't get pregnant, but ... your hormones tell me otherwise."

Natasha relaxed and made a gesture with her hand.
"This may be due to the experiments that were performed on me. They made it impossible for me to have children. Even if I conceive, I can't carry to term; I'll lose it in the first few weeks." Somehow, this thought suddenly did hurt more than usually

"Well ... if you don't mind, I'd still like an ultrasound ..."

"I'm certainly not pregnant." She protested, shaking her head. "The doctors have assured me that time."

"Do you believe them?" Banner asked, raising an eyebrow.

That left Natasha faltering and even Loki tensed. Finally the spell he had cast over the two of them was broken. And it all started suddenly to be so clear - and yet so utterly absurd.

"Darling, please. Let yourself ... be examined by this 'ultrasound'. I, of course, could also bring you to Asgard to our healers, but I do not think we should hover longer in ignorance."
Loki again expressed her hand and kissed it tenderly.

Natasha nodded and waited until everything had been prepared by Banner. Fortunately Starks lab was equipped with all sorts of devices.
To distract herself from her own thoughts, she thought about why Stark had exactly this device in store. Was Virginia Potts the answer to the riddle? Maybe ... Anthony was really different from what everyone thought. No one could say of him that he had no foresight.

"If I could ask you to sit in the chair over there? That will make things a bit easier for me." Banner said, with a tone that she could not decipher exactly.

"What are you doing with her?" Loki said with a dark voice, when Natasha rose from the bed and sat on the chair, legs spread, while she struggled to remain calm.

"I examine her. This is a normal procedure on Midgard. I will not hurt her, do not worry. It's for every woman a little uncomfortable, but ..."

"Underdeveloped, medical care ..." Loki muttered to himself, and almost wished that he had brought his sweetheart to Asgard. But Natasha seemed to rely on the procedure, so he tried to stay calm.
Still, he could not fucking suppress his anger again, while Banner had a good look at this part of Natasha, that now belonged to him.

Banner turned on the device and put gel on a strange object coated with plastic.
"It is a bit cold. Just try to relax. Soon we'll know more."

Loki suppressed the urge to slam Banners head against the nearest wall, as Natasha winced.

The image on the screen changed and Loki could not stop staring at it, while the others faced the screen as well.

Banner frowned and concentrated on the image before a smile spread on his lips and he pointed his finger to a seemingly oval shape.
"This is the uterus and this ..." He pushed a few buttons to create a still image and then to measure this. "...Is a fetus in the fifth week of pregnancy."

Natasha stared incredulously at the screen and put a hand on her belly. How could that be possible? A feeling of happiness came over the young woman, as she watched her lover.

It was this brief moment. This expression, which showed Natasha that Loki was no different than a human man, this pride he felt towards the idea that he had successfully impregnated a woman.
If she had not been so surprised, then ... she certainly would have slapped him for his masculine arrogance.

But then his expression changed into a kind of pride and awe that he felt towards her.
"We will be parents ..." he whispered softly and reverently, as his fingers stroked her belly. "I will be a father ..." joy welled up in him, as well as fear.
"Are there any concerns about that?" He asked carefully, as Banner intently watched the still image.

"Well. I have no information about the pregnancies of your race. And I must admit that I myself am a little surprised that Jotuns can interbreed with humans, but so far everything is normal. Except that the fetus despite its development is perhaps a little big."
He thought for a moment. "Can my calculations be correct?"

"Five weeks? Yes, that's possible . That was our first physical union, which happened on Asgard." Natasha's voice was calm and analytical due to her training, while Loki was caught in a storm of emotions.

"But ... she sudden desire for warmth ... Can it hurt her? The child?"

"I would need more information. But for now everything looks above average. The pregnancy is proceeding normally, and I can not see anything in the fetus, suggesting complications, at least ..." He pulled out the device from Natasha's body and gave her a towel to clean herself.
"According to the data I have from Natasha, her uterus was never supposed to have a child, so ... Maybe your ... stubborn genes were the reason why she ever got pregnant. That can help, or even cause problems. Apparently, your balance seems to be exactly what was needed."
Banner smiled kindly at Natasha who still could not quite grasp it all.
"You actually... found each other."

"Will she be able to take the child to term?" Loki asked soberly as he watched Banner pressing another button and suddenly a printed image came from the device.

"It would be good also to have a blood sample from you and maybe ... another source of information. Do you have any records about your race? "

"I will return to Asgard as soon as possible to research, because finally ..." He gave his sweetheart a gentle smile." ... I want to make sure that my family is doing well."

Natasha was now completely relaxed and sighed breathily. She was sure that Loki would do everything in his power to help her. There was this honesty and love in his eyes which she would have never imagined when they first met.

"I will now be available as Natasha's physician for the next few months, if you're still intent on secrecy. But you must realize that you cannot hide a growing belly forever, especially not with Natasha's figure. I also request you to sign for no more missions while you're with child."

"Of course," Loki interrupted, which earned him an annoyed glare of his sweetheart.

"As for the cold, I'll think of something. Natasha should now just take care and don't do anything rash. I think it is now clear that it has been is not sunstroke that caused her nausea. Still ... We must find another way to stabilize your body. If you have the urge to warm yourself, you should rely on other methods. But we can get it done for sure. If I have all the information, I'll think of something."
He took the picture from the device and handed it to her.
"Enjoy the moment and rest, Loki will make you something to eat to keep you strong. That's the best thing we can do right now."
He turned away and sent a request to Stark's computer. "Jarvis, I want to ask you urgently to keep this discovery a secret. Please Transfer the results in my home folder."

"Yes, Sir. Mr. Stark will learn nothing from this. And I am pleased to be able to express my warmest congratulations." Was that really anticipation that spoke from the computer voice?

Natasha looked at the black and white image, smiling proudly. Her child ... She would actually become a mother.
Of course it was making her feel unwell that her life had to change so drastically, but ... she was happy with it. Black Widow inside her would balk at the idea of not being able to take participation in her missions anymore. But so many things had changed in the last few weeks. And everything was good. So why should it not...?

Loki again ventured a look at the photo, while Banner tidied everything and removed all trace of the test.
"I will do everything in my power to ensure that my family has a good life," he assured her and caressed her stomach.

"A promise of the god of mischief and lies?" Joked Natasha.

"In your mythology, I am not only known as that. I am also god of fire and ... of fertility."

Natasha made a horrified sigh and turned to her lover to kiss him intimately. "You have now proven well." She breathed softly, feeling the tears of joy in her eyes.

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"That was certainly surprising news."

Loki smiled softly at the memory. "It was one of the happiest moments of my life, even if it may sound odd for a man with my past. However, I was unsure. What could I do to protect my family? I gave my blood sample to Banner, so he could begin his studies, and then immediately brought Natasha to Asgard."

"What did Grandpa say?"

"He already knew from your grandmother. And ... well ... she was full of joy."

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"Loki," said Frigga, and fell literally upon her son and his sweetheart, who had just stepped into the throne room.

"Mother, there is news. For one, they are good; on the other hand ... I need father's advice and knowledge." Loki said, while Frigga also embraced Natasha.

"And I know exactly what this news is." The voice of the Queen sounded mischievous and happy as she gently put her hand on Natasha's abdomen. "You will be wonderful parents."

"But how ...?"

"You cannot fool your mother, boy. I already felt it on the day when you came to me to heal her. And oh, the child has become much stronger since that..." The tears of joy in her eyes made Natasha involuntarily wince. The whole situation was almost too much for her. Only now did she really understand whose child she actually carried. It would be a little prince or princess.

"Father." Loki went up to Odin and bowed before the throne. "We have much to discuss. Also as far as the past. But I ask you to let this rest for once, because I must now make my future."

"The human woman has really done you well, my son." Odin noticed that Loki this time did not flinch under his title. "I have already done many preparations and Frigga is looking for some spells. But for now, it would be appropriate if Natasha will remain here for some time. In our halls, she will be protected."
"Of course." The expectant father assented.

"But Loki ..." Natasha did not entirely like the idea of being under house arrest for the next few months.

"Your friends are also welcome. But for now you need to think about the welfare of your child." The queen said with a warm smile.

"And that is exactly what we will do now. Frigga, sweetheart, go with the Lady Natasha in her chambers and see to her comfort. Loki and I will be in the library for a few hours." Odin stood up and went ahead without a word, but then he turned with a smile again to Natasha. "Congratulations."

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"It couldn't have been better for you."

Loki smiled at the memory. "I ... think I really wanted my father's advice and supporting hand. And ... the hours that we spent together in discussions in the library helped our relationship. I could accept him more as my father, now that I would become one myself."

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"I know that you aren't quite happy with the asier fashion, so I'll have a tailor make some things that you should feel comfortable in. There are also dresses like that are designed specifically for a bulging abdomen."

For Natasha all seemed so surreal, as Frigga showed her the chambers - of course they were adjacent to those of the second prince - and especially the wardrobe. The young woman had lived a rather simple life full of privation, which focused only on the success of her missions, but now ...

"Try this here once, so that we know if we need to change something. And then we will have a feast for your body to remain in force."

"But I'm not hungry." Natasha was now of near panic. Otherwise she was not overwhelmed so quickly, but this excessive care intimidated her.

"Then eat at least one of the apples," said Frigga and handed her the fruit with a glint in her eye.

"Is that one if Idun's?" She suspiciously eyed the apple before biting into it.

Frigga nodded and put the dress on the bed sheets for Natasha to inspect.
If it had not been rude, she would now have opened her mouth during chewing in astonishment. This should be simple? Inspired by her well-known clothing? Well, maybe a little ...
The thin material flowed down in many layers and was thus somewhat opaque. When Loki saw her in that sea of green silk he would ...
It was definitely worth a try.

Sudden euphoria took Natasha and she was beginning to realize that her strong emotions were certainly triggered by the hormonal changes. A circumstance with which she had come to terms now.

"I will help you to put it on. And also show you a trick on how to take it off very quickly."

Natasha heard exactly the true meaning of these words and had to smile. This goddess might already have lived thousands of years, yet still within her beat the heart of a young, unchained woman.

And as Natasha finally stepped up to the mirror, she was staggered almost breathless. The fabric covered almost every inch of her skin, but it was much thinner than she had expected. Her body was accentuated with the flowing layers and pleats, though it still had room for a growing abdomen.
"It's beautiful."

"Loki will either love or hate it," Frigga said, her voice laced with ambiguity.

"Your son is very dear to you, isn't he?"

Frigga sighed and sat down on the bed. "He may have made many mistakes in the past, but he was always a good boy. He did what seemed right. But at some point, he slipped too far into madness. I am so very grateful to you that you could get him out of the darkness. Something I could not do."

Natasha felt herself blushing. Suddenly, it was all so surreal.
Her hands went down to her belly. This child had changed everything. And would change so much more. Was she actually ready to be a mother? Though she had plenty of time to prepare for the next eight months, but ...

The human woman in Natasha enjoyed being able to bring life. Something she had already given up long ago.

Black Widow however, saw the child as nothing more than an obstacle in her way. During pregnancy either Loki or Fury would run her from missions. Of course, her lover would try to make this period as short as possible, in his own way. And somehow she looked forward already to the intimate act with him. Loki was able to stand her physical strength by far.

But the assassin in her rebelled against the thought of being a mother. While it was still inside of her, it was a calculated risk, but after the birth ...
In addition to all the doubts, however there was a small spark of pride that Black Widow felt towards her heir. Of course she never wished the child to live her cruel youth, however, the idea of Loki and her genes in such an explosive compound filled her with excitement and pride.
Maybe Black Widow wouldn't be such a bad mother.

"Come to me and lie down on the bed. I would like to have a look at your little miracle in detail. Do not be afraid. It doesn't harm you or the child and it won't hurt."

Natasha obeyed and walked with uncertain steps to the bed.
"Can you tell me what it is?"

Frigga smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to know already? I can sense it, yes, but maybe you want to be surprised."

Natasha thought for a moment. "I just want to know if it is healthy. On Earth, we are probably not developed quite as far. I have seen only a very unclear picture of the embryo."

"I'll see what I can do with my magic. I have helped many women through this time and perhaps have a few more tricks than my son." There was a reason why Loki wanted her to heal Natasha. Frigga was the best when healing magic was involved.
Frigga tenderly stroked the hair from her face and put her other hand on Natasha's flat stomach. "Relax."

And strangely, it was not so difficult. Frigga seemed to cast her spells and exhaustion overcame her that had been denied in her mind so far. Security flooded her body while the sound of her heartbeat, and her child's, pounded in her ears.

"Both of you are doing wonderful," was the last thing she heard of Frigga.

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"How are you feeling now? Now that you're becoming a father?" Odin wanted to know as he was showing Loki the books that could possibly mean the salvation of his beloved. The All-Father knew exactly how difficult this undertaking would be for his son, trying to be supportive. Loki had changed completely. He had seen this infinite joy in his eyes, but they also held fear for his family.

"I ... am happy about what happened, but not pleased with the course, it might take. My priority now is to make this pregnancy as bearable as possible for Natasha," Loki told as he gave an overview, not thinking about the words that left his lips. "Natasha means a lot to me. Her silver tongue is equal to mine, although she is only a mortal. And with that she has beaten me completely under her spell."

Odin knew that this was Loki's version of a declaration of love for a person and did not respond, eager to hear more of his son.

"We loved each other and there were consequences that I forbade ourselves to see by a spell, just because my joy was too great. And I wanted to be surprised. But now that she shows the first signs of pregnancy, and these were also confirmed, I must ensure that my family can survive it all. Natasha may be unusually strong for a mortal, but now that she is mother of a child who is half frostgiant, I have to ..."

The All-Father put a hand on his shoulder and nodded soothingly. "There is a solution for everything. And we'll find it. I will not let the happiness that you have now been given, being displaced again by darkness."

Loki felt a wave of emotions rush over him before he could arm himself against it. "Is there any possibility, father? I was foolish, as I only had the desire in mind and not its consequences. I let her in my heart, and she ... has given me control over her body ... which now is heading its destruct- ..."

"That you are not even allowed to think. So," Odin tried to preserve reason. When Loki again gave way to madness, then ... "The difficulty is that Lady Natasha's body will perceive the fetus as an alien, perhaps even a danger. We can already see the first effects. She certainly feels cold all the time, is not it? The thick coat she was wearing is proof enough. Our medicine and food in Asgard will do her good. Frigga's spell will create a barrier between the environment that the child needs to grow and the temperature Natasha's body must keep to survive. She is stronger than most humans. We can use that to our advantage. If you now would read this paragraph here ..." Odin gave him a book, but Loki did not respond.

"Was it a mistake," said the expectant father in a trembling voice.

"Creating life is never a mistake. If you fear it could go the wrong way, then ..."

Loki cut him off. "It's in his blood, all the anger, all the bloodshed. Natasha's past is as immersed in sorrow as mine. I fear that ... between us there can never... "

"No matter who is the creator of a child, the right education will show him the way." Odin put a hand on his shoulder. "And even if you wandered on many false paths, you're still back and now have the opportunity ..."

"But there will be no way," said coolly Loki as he read a paragraph about the tedious and lengthy childbirth of a female frostgiant, unable to pay attention to the place that Odin showed him, for fear that it could still bring a greater disaster.

"There is always a way. It is often well hidden, or through thorny bushes." Odin pointed to the paragraph that was now of importance and asked a crucial question. "She can stand your touch, now as she carries the child of a frostgiant, right?"

"We now had the pleasure a few times, yes."

Odin immediately realized what Loki said with this ambiguous statement. "Then your chances of a family to be thus built on ..."

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Natasha was restless as she along with Frigga entered the great hall. Almost all the guests were already there, and she had a strange feeling that she was in some ways the reason why they all engaged in a rollicking celebration.
She immediately recognized Loki's black hair. He was next to the chair that was reserved for the queen. In addition to this an already drunken Thor swayingly told how he expected Loki as a father.

"Sit down," said Frigga, pointing to the chair next to Loki, who immediately recognized his mother's voice and turned around.

"Natash ..." The last letter he caught in his throat when he saw his lover in this guise. Oh, with such initial conditions would the plan that he and his father had developed be like a breeze.

"I hope you do not expect that I eat too much. My stomach is not the strongest." Natasha said only when she saw all the many food.

"Oh, do not worry," he said with a smile as he stood up, pushed her chair back for her and helped her to sit down. "Thor and Volstagg will already eat half of it, then there is hardly anything left for the guests."

Natasha tried to concentrate on her lover while the Æsir eyed her in fascination." Why are they all staring at me like that?"

Loki laughed and squeezed her hand under the table, as he whispered. "Well, they may be a little surprised that the God of Lies was able to build a relationship that is based on trust and honesty, that he loved the woman of his desire – a mortal – like a wild animal in bed and the female now carries his child under her heart."

Natasha swallowed and felt overwhelmed again, but her years of training forbade her to show it. "If even one of those present describe me as a willing mare, I'll cut his throat."

Loki laughed again, so that all were silent in the hall. Only the God of Lies knew at that moment what this term had to do with him.
"You know what? If our child here, I'll let you ride on my best horse and I swear to you, it will feel like you're flying as fast as it is."

Natasha was already ill at the mention. And somehow she missed the reference to his words, but she dismissed it as a thought sprung from Loki's confused mind, and was about to pour a glass of mead, as he stepped between her. "No alcohol for you. Even such a powerful child can be harmed by it." Through magic he displayed a glass of water and handed it to her.
The guests watched this act like a hawk, some still not convinced by Loki's change of heart, others with a happy hopeful look in their eyes.

Reluctantly and nervously, the young woman took it and drank the first sip. Even the water in Asgard seemed pure and full of power.
When Loki's hand, unnoticed by those present, stroked along her thighs, she nearly choked. "Not here."

Loki sat on a disappointed face. "This one may not be Vanaheim, where everyone takes everyone, but we are not so prudish as Midgard. No one will be bothered by it when I ..."

Natasha forced herself to put on a neutral face as his deft fingers writhed through the folds of her dress. Why did his hand suddenly feel so cold? It felt good in a strange way ...

"My father and I have found a way to protect our little family." Loki's voice sounded delighted as he put his other hand on her belly and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

"And what is that way?" Natasha asked breathlessly, when he broke the kiss after a few seconds.

"You will see soon enough ..." he purred, his lips moving down her neck, and his eyes wandered to her swollen breasts, which were barely veiled by the delicate fabric. Her body would change every day continuously. Her breasts where already slightly enlarged, almost pleading for his touch and sensitive to everything he could do with his silver tongue.
"We should retire soon ..." He could taste her excitement formally. "But first you're going to eat something to keep you strong. And I will decide when you've had enough ... in either case ..."

Her frantic pulse of anticipation on his lips was answer enough.

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Loki could not stop staring at her with an open mouth as her fingers deftly opened the almost not visible straps of her dress and the green fabric slid of her body. Spellbound he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the spectacle. His leather pants were too tight in an instant. But he would take it slow. She was human after all and could not withstand the physical strength of a God in her condition ...
He forgot to breathe as she leaned toward him and kissed him deeply. His hands had their own will, as he stroked her gently over her shoulders, down to her waist. A palm on her bottom, the other carefully placed on her abdomen.
Then he saw her in the eyes again with an expression of pure worship therein.

She was light as a feather, as he slowly lifted her body and laid her next to him on the soft bed. "You cannot imagine how grateful I am for what you give me. I am truly blessed." His lips brushed over her naked body and made only stop when he was only inches away from lying between her thighs. Then, however, he regained a clear thought, and tried to explain to her what needed to be done ... for their child.
Frostgiants were a brutal race who protected their female with violence against others in order to ensure that the fetus was also held. They held their women captive until it was time ...
And enjoyed themselves in all the months with them. It was an instinct that came up and secured the survival of the heir. There were not many female Frostgiants and the time until the birth meant many sacrifices for them. They were dependent on their males who gave them what they needed. The coldness and cruelty.
Actually, he should no longer leave her bed, his instincts drove him to ... But Natasha was a human, not able to withstand the full extent of his desires. He had to be careful ...

And so he lay down beside her and pulled her body to his, after he let his clothes disappear.
"I know there is something inside of you, that wants me," he began without really sure how he was able to describe the circumstances best. "The child needs me. And you can take from me, whatever you need." Hopefully she understood his words. Frost Giants took their women while they ...

"Loki, what exactly ...?" Natasha paused and enjoyed the feeling of cold. Perhaps her human body was looking for warmth, but this was what the child needed.

"I will give you all the control. You can do with me what you have in mind. Because that is what the child needs. You can feel it, do you not?" His hands moved up her upper arms, and he heard her sigh of relief.
"Now, take me ... completely. To our child's will." He rubbed her abdomen and knew she was ready for him.

"And this is not just a trick to make me ..." A sense of joy rushed through her while his true nature gained the upper hand.

Loki groaned loudly as he felt her hot flesh against his manhood. "'Tis no trick. It is the truth that we both have to follow now ..." and it was so much easier than he had expected. His instincts demanded dominance. Wanted that he was greedy, but he would not go so far. Natasha belonged to him, that he no longer had to prove this fact. But he wanted to show all his power, that he belonged to her, with every fiber of his body.
"Take me," he almost begged wanting to himself within her, but was not able to stand the emotions that would overcome him then. He whispered. "The child needs my icy cold in contrast to the sea of flames that you present. Oh, Natasha, I wish I could burn in your fire."

The young woman raised her hips to allow his entrance. And when the cold drove into her body, she was already on the verge of losing consciousness, the feeling was so wonderful.

"As a Frostgiant I can give you what our child needs. It's like a ritual that lasts for months," he began to explain. "You can feel it too, right? You're craving my cold. Even if you are looking for the heat, it's my icy body that you need." Loki felt his instincts took over and he gave free reign to his nature. The contrast with her hot entrance was even clearer. "Yes, you need me ... and my ..." He could not speak further than she pressed her hips against his, and entirely, deeply took him inside of her body.

"I want you!" Natasha gasped loudly and enjoyed the feel being filled completely. Not only was his body bigger in this form.

Loki put his hands on her waist and lifted her up slightly, only to once again sink into her. She was so hot and tight ... It would take only minutes before he was ready and able to begin the next step of the ritual.
Gently the fingers of his left hand went down to her secret. He gently stroked her throbbing flesh and pushed slowly and with relish into her.

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"Will you have me like this forever?" She asked, already breathless.

"Whenever you wish, my love. I am your faithful servant, forever ..." he gasped when she tensed up around him. His words did not miss their effect. "In this form it is almost my destiny ... the frostgiant in me yearns to take you over and over again, ready to fill you up again with his icy seed. Something that you need now more than anything else." He groaned at the thought. "My heir desires this of me. And I give myself to be only too happy with this obligation. Oh, I would prefer to never let you out of the bed." A mischievous grin spread across his face. "I have the power and the constitution to be inside you during the coming months. And my magic could help you stand this as well ... My desire for you makes me unable even to think of something that has nothing to do with sex." He had to tell her about his condition, had to show her how one dealt with the frostgiant woman who was carrying his child. "Again and again ... without any rest I could bed you now ..." his voice trailed off as his thoughts were deformed to a mixture of desire and perfect pleasure.

"Oh, with whom did I start to mess about ..." Natasha muttered not shocked, more excited and ...

"A greedy Frostgiant, who adores his wife and can no longer withstand his desperate needs?"

"Oh God ..." Natasha moaned loudly as his maleness swelled even further almost causing her pain. The cold that came from him, stunned her. Yet at the same time she felt things deeply inside of her, who advised her to continue.

"You can call me Loki, but with 'God' I am satisfied," he said mischievously and started a new rhythm by using his hands on her hips, which she followed only too happily.

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When she finally could not do anything else than to fall into an exhausted half asleep, Loki wrapped his arms protectively around her body and gave her a kiss on the hair, before he tenderly sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving a bluish mark on her, which had nothing to do with his heritage as a frostgiant. Before he finally surrendered to exhaustion, he stroked over her abdomen and whispered tenderly.

"My magic is in every cell of my body. And this is the easiest way to give it to you. It will protect our child and strengthen it. We will have great offspring."

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I could not wait any longer with the update ... Will beta read at once more in some days, so please tell me if you found mistakes that I have overseen. I want that chapter to be perfect.
Had promised that I first wanted to update my other Lokasha Fanfic (Bearing the Trickster's Heirs), a much nastier version of this story here and my Lokane FF (Paying her a visit), but since I cannot think of anything just yet, I upload here XDD

I hope you liked it review ^^

Since I am now in

KYOTO (Japan), I can take pictures as Loki and Natasha Cosplay - while HANAMI!
There will also be videos.
Use the links on my profile page. The best links are
tumblr, deviantart and facebook.

Oh and there is a

new Kneel Speech video, this time with Kid Loki, who interrupts the whole scene at the end. With multiple cameras recorded ^^ It's getting better XD

Link in my profile too.