Bearing the Trickster's Heirs

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Sorry for the delay, but I am writing so many fanfics currently that I'm totally loosing a clear view over it XD

Yet the comments from archive of our own keep me writing although my imagination is kind of… overused XD It's so nice to have reviews to really reply to ^^ ffnet was mostly not that kind, so this is a totally new and wonderful feeling to discuss stuff XD

Okay, it took me ages to decide upon a title. If any of you have a better idea, please tell me ^^

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Chapter 20: Let them break

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Loki smiled as he walked into Natasha's room again. They had done three now in total. Only one child left and Loki was sure she could make it.

"Is she alright?" Natasha asked as she was able to breathe again. The blue colour had drained from her skin by now and while everyone feared her strength would falter again, she felt refreshed.

"She is perfectly fine, my dear." Loki told her as he sat next to her on the bed. "You are so brave..." His hands gently stroked her wet hair. "I am so sorry I did this to you. It could have been so much easier if I had not been so foolish."

"It's alright. And actually I think the real hell for us is going to start once they get older." She smiled at him. "But the three girls will have a brother to protect them, won't they?"

Loki looked at her curiously and grinned.

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Hours passed once again yet everyone was certain that everything would end well until Bruce happened to notice that something was wrong.

"I think the child..." Banner did not dare to continue as he felt for her belly. "Natasha, I need to do something now and I know that it will hurt." He didn't give her time to protest as his hand reached inside of her. Bruce tried to block out her screams as his fingers searched for the head of the child, only finding its back and shoulders. "It is in the wrong position. I think we will have to..." Banner stopped as he saw Loki's tearful expression. Maybe in Asgard this meant the death of the woman in childbed but not on earth. "I will turn it." He then finished.

"You can do this?" Loki asked. "Do you have experience with this?"

"It is a very painful procedure, I am sorry for that." Banner looked at Loki. "Yes, I have. Back then in India it was necessary once and all worked out well." He didn't dare to tell them that usually, in this position, a cesarean was strictly required.

The god nodded.

"Natasha, please, try to relax. It gets worse and more difficult when you fight it." He positioned his left hand on her belly. "You can do it."

Natasha bit onto the cloth Stark had handed to her, giving him a brave smile.

"Alright." His hand pushed inside her while his other hand pressed down onto her belly.

Loki bit back the tears when he heard her scream and groan. He tried to stroke her hair gently, but she started shaking her head in denial.

"Stop it!" Natasha cried, the cloth falling from her mouth, stained with blood from where she bit her lips.

Banner refused but after a few more seconds he gave up, breathing heavily. "I can't do it anyway if you push against me. The child is big, I need you totally relaxed to widen your womb for its turn."

Natasha sobbed into Loki's chest. "Why do you have to turn it? When I push, my body will turn it meanwhile."

"No, you could break the child's neck. It is a wonder that it hasn't happened yet." He told her soberly. That was exactly what he feared if he didn't get this right but there was no other way.

The shook was plainly written across Natasha's face while the tears started to fall again. "Save it, Banner, I beg you, save it."

Knowing that she would oblige, Banner quickly tried once more before the next contraction could start. This time, although his powers were almost nothing against the force of her body, he continued. Natasha screamed, but obeyed. A last groan escaped her lips when she felt the baby moving inside of her. And when Bruce pulled his hands back in a sigh she felt the pressure leaving her for a moment.

"It's done. Oh, thank god, it's done." He wanted to wipe his face when he realized his hands were still gloved and bloody.

Natasha was finally able to catch her breath again, crying once more after hearing his words. "It's done?" she asked, not believing, but when the pain came again, the small success was quickly forgotten.

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It was early noon on the following day as Loki left the room for a few minutes. The Avengers were still in the hall, now sleeping on pillows one of them must have stolen from another hospital room.

They woke up as they heard the crying growing louder before Loki closed the door again.

"Still nothing?" Steve asked, rubbing his eyes.

"You should not have been here all night." Loki did not want to answer the question. "You should rest in your beds."

"And leave her on her own while she is awake for a week now?" Tony muttered as he sat up. "Even if we can't help directly we still care for her."

Loki turned away. Of course they did. The Avengers knew her much longer than her did. He sighed and faced them again. Her friends deserved to know what was going on. "The child has not moved much during the night. And Natasha's powers are starting to fail. We still can not cut it out, so..."

"Is there no option?" Steve asked with compassion in his voice.

"We will help her now physically. The baby can not be harmed by an outside force. My magic and the child's made sure of it. And we can also use the healing spell the unborn put onto her body to our advantage. She won't be hurt if we press onto her stomach to help her during the contractions."

"You know what you do to her with that?" Tony asked darkly.

"We know..." Loki looked to the ground and tried to fight back the tears. "But she has suffered for so long now. If we can help her in any way... The medication has become almost useless too, and if we give her more she will grow too tired to follow Banner's instructions. In his opinion there is no great deal of time left. The baby is growing weaker. It has hours, only."

"Then let it die," muttered a voice a few meters away. Barton had been avoiding the medical center for the last day, knowing that the others would throw him out anyway if he got too close to the newborns. "Then you can cut it out and dispose of it."

Loki felt his knees give out as he heard the archer's words, though he mustered up the best growl and glare he could point at Barton. It hurt his soul to even think about it, let alone to hear the suggestion.

Tony saw his friend's distress and stood up. "Legolas, I think you should leave."

Barton eyed his enemy closely one last time before he turned around and walked away.

"Come on and sit down for a minute," Tony said as he led Loki to a chair after the archer had left.

Loki simply followed him, too numb to do anything else. "She will die..." he muttered.

"No, she won't, and the child won't either. They are both two feisty ones." Steve assured him, trying to hold the god's hand, but he pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked, looking at the hand Loki was holding now himself. He could see the swelling. "Nat broke it? She broke the hand of yours? Oh, wow..."

Loki just stared at his fingers, not knowing for a few seconds how to conjure up a healing spell.

"Give me..." Stark demanded as he examined the broken hand. "She must have crushed every bone... We need to get this fixed. It's wonder that you don't scream in pain yet."

"Natasha is screaming enough for all of us..." Loki told him weakly, before he started to heal his hand with magic, not wanting to be the center of their attention while his beloved was the one who really suffered.

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"Natasha, you need to push," Banner demanded as she did nothing else than moan during the next contraction.

"I can't. It's too much..." Natasha cried out weakly.

Loki's face fell as he saw the blood coating the doctor's gloves. Quickly he walked next to him, healing whatever damage had been done.

"Nat, you really have to do this now." Bruce looked at the child's vitals again. Its heartbeat was growing weaker every second. "Please, one last time."

"Make it stop..." The Black Widow begged as her strength failed her.

Loki looked at her with tears in his eyes. She was giving up. "My love, please. I know you can do this." He held her hands again and felt her weakness as she tried to obey.

"Okay, we need to change the strategy," Banner declared as looked to Loki and Sif who was also sitting next to the bed. "You two are our strongest. I want you to grab her thighs and push them towards her body. The additional pressure might help her."

The two Asgardians nodded and readied themselves.

"I am sorry, my love." Were Loki's only words before he carried out Banner's order as the next contraction started.

Natasha screamed in pain and tried to fight the two of them off, but to no avail. "Stop it, please! Stop! I can't. Oh, stop..." She repeated again and again while the others held her in place.

"You're doing fine, Nat." Banner assured her, wiping away the blood that had started to flow again. "It's almost there."

Loki could not stand the picture of his beloved crying for them to cease their actions. He looked to Sif, hoping to find something different in her eyes, even if it was anger. It did not matter. But the warrior goddess had the same teary expression on her face.

"My lady, don't give up now," Sif demanded as Natasha started to squirm beneath them. "You have not come so far to simply end it now. You have already been stronger than most goddesses in Asgard. Hold on!"

"I'm a human!" Natasha screamed at her, voice full of distress and desperation. "I am human..." She muttered once more after the contraction was over.

Loki had never felt more regret in his whole life as he continued to push her legs against her body for the next minutes. He could see Banner chewing his lip, a sign of him seeing no alternative anymore. "Natasha, let me try one more thing."

"No," the woman cried and shook her head slowly. "No more, please."

The door opened and Tony came inside. He looked at Banner and knew what he had planed now. So Stark only nodded and reached into the cupboard to get what he needed.

"What are you doing to her?" Loki asked as he saw them opening the plastic jacket of a medical device.

"We will try to pull the child out. And I also need you, Loki, behind her to push against her belly from above. Maybe you can also use your magic a little bit." Banner saw the god's fear. "Loki, we need to choose more drastic options now."

Natasha did not know what was happening as she felt her body being shifted. The woman wailed in pain but as she felt Loki's cold torso behind her, she leaned against him. "Loki, I am sorry. I don't have the strength..."

The god gently caressed her shoulder. "That's why we will help you now."

Natasha simply let her mind wander through the numbing pain until she felt something pushing between her legs. "What are you...?" The last word was swallowed by her own scream.

Banner looked up between her thighs after he had set the ventouse in position. "When the next contraction comes, I will try and pull the child out, Natasha."

She glanced between her legs, the cloth of her gown fallen down far enough to allow her a nearly accurate view of the device that was now partly inside of her. Thor had joined them, holding her other thigh while he tried not to look at her exposed center.

"My love, you can do this. Don't worry. You are so strong..." Loki's voice was barely a whisper behind her as she awaited the next wave of pain. When it came, she couldn't do more than scream. The three Asgardians were pushing with all their might against her body while Banner tried to pull the child out.

Loki watched as Banner's device was slowly drawing out of Natasha's body, but most of the bell-shaped part was still inside her. All of them waited for the next contraction which came quickly, but although they all tried their best it did not move much more.

Banner shook his head after half an hour had passed. "It's not enough yet and I fear that I rip away the child's skin..." He looked towards Tony, seeking advice.

"We can... maybe use the forceps too. Normally it should have worked with only the ventouse, but this is not an ordinary delivery." Tony mused.

Loki glanced from Stark to Bruce. "What will you do?"

Iron Man walked to the cupboard again and pulled out another object wrapped in plastic. He approached the five of them. "We could hurt the child, Bruce. You know that. This is not a good option considering the force we need. I could crush the child's head."

Distress took hold of Loki as he understood, seeing the separated pair of forceps. "Will this really help?" He had to be sure, otherwise he would not allow it.

Suddenly the already weak heartbeat of the child stopped, all too audible for them. "We have to deliver the child right now. We've got minutes until..."

Loki tried to understand but the crying of his beloved made him unable to think.

"No..." Natasha wanted to scream, but her voice was too hoarse. "It can't be dead. No..."

Tony looked at Banner. "Maybe we can cut the child out now. We have a few minutes until it is irretrievable."

The doctor shook his head. "We would need to push it back but it is already stuck between her legs. Without the child's magic keeping her safe, both will die. We need to pull it out."

Loki watched as Tony nodded, setting first one, then the other part of forceps in place. He could tell from Natasha's cries that the additional pressure was bringing her close to her breaking point. His eyes wandered towards her belly again. He needed to ensure the child's safety, its life. Summoning his greatest healing spell he reawakened the heartbeat.

Tony and Banner already understood what the revived heartbeat meant, while Thor and Sif only looked at him in confusion.

"It has minutes, only." Loki muttered as he felt his powers being drained. "It is feeding off of my magic."

"Won't that...?" Banner started as he already saw her skin stretching once more. "Loki, you need to stop."

"No, he won't." Natasha demanded. The reawakened strength of her child also helping her. "The child has to live."

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"Do you want to see her?" A familiar voice asked.

Natasha looked around herself, finding her son next to her. "It's a girl?" she asked.

"Of course it is. I told you I am far from having my full powers. Did you really think that I would be this weak while already growing inside of you?" he joked.

Natasha felt his body next to hers, shifting behind her until she could feel a torso against hers, just like she had felt Loki before. Then a woman appeared in front of them, her hair as black as her father's.

"Hello, mother." she whispered and her voice sounded like the midnight. "I am sorry for hurting you so much. But all will be over soon. And you will do it. My brother has reached me. He can make things happen that are impossible, did you know?" Her smile was gentle and mischievous.

"The stronger you grow now, the more powerful I will be in the future," the man explained. "I was finally able to reach her. It was not sure yet if she would survive. That's why I couldn't see her before. But she exists in the future. And so will you, mother. Since I am sure of my own existence."

Natasha smiled at the thought of it. So all her children survived and she would even have one more. "I'm so glad." Was the only thing she could say as her eyes scanned over her daughter's body. She looked deadly, beautiful and so full of fire...

"But now you have to go back, mother. The others fear for your life. You have given up already. And they might now do something that will cost the life of both of you." The man said as his arms gently stroked down her body until they rested on her stomach. "Just give all you have and we will exist. It won't be long now."

Natasha could not tear her eyes from her daughter's face. "I will do my best to save you."

The woman smiled. "I love you, mother."

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When she was able to see her surroundings again, the others had already started to loose their strength, sweat on their foreheads.

"She's with us again." Banner said, looking at her face. "God, I thought she wouldn't come back. Half an hour is long enough to keep us waiting." His lips turned up in a smile as he saw her content expression.

She could feel Loki shift behind her, one hand caressing her shoulder. "Don't leave again, my love, please. We are almost there. Only a little bit. You have to push now. We need your help."

"I will do it. Loki, I saw our child." She didn't tell him yet that it was daughter. He would be as surprised as she had been. As the pain came again, the Black Widow felt a short moment of doubt if the boy would actually be conceived when this awaited her every time.

"That is wonderful, my dear." He whispered at her ear, no more skepticism in his voice.

"Alright, now let's end this." Tony said, gripping the forceps harder, readying himself to pull once more.

The next minutes were an endless agony for Natasha, but she held on tightly, not wanting to let go of the future she had seen. She felt the child's head between her thighs, already big enough to almost break her bones. The skin had been healed by Loki, but still there was still this unbearable pressure.

"I can't..." Natasha muttered as she felt her flesh tearing again, blood running down her hips.

Banner seemed to be in a frantic rush as he examined the damage. "Loki, quickly. I can't fix this."

The god nodded, sending his healing powers towards her entrance. Even muscles were ripped apart now.

"Okay, one last time, Natasha." Banner told her as he put his hand in place to catch the child as soon as it left her body.

"No..." The woman weakly muttered as the next contraction started. She couldn't do anything but wail as the others pushed against her body. She had long gone past the moment of exhaustion now, only staying awake because of the vision her son showed her. They had to live, they had to, such adorable creatures that could change fate.

Banner and Tony told her to stay strong for the next minutes... She had no idea how long it took, but the moon was already replaced by the morning sun. It was all too much. Her body became nothing more than a vessel that was too weak to allow the child entrance into the world. For hours she was lying there, Loki's voice begging her not to give up. She could see the doubt in the other's eyes as their powers began to fade. Maybe she had wished for too much. Maybe these vision were just her subconscious hoping for a better future. "Please... no more..." she whispered weakly as the sun was already blazing high. How long has it been since the contractions had started? The Black Widow could not remember. A normal human body would have never been strong enough to last that long anyway.

"Please, my love. Don't give up." Loki told her for the thousand time as her head was resting at her side, ready to allow her mind to wander amongst the roads of death. "Not now. You said that you saw our children. You will not give up now."

"But I can't." Natasha did not know how much time had passed as she answered him. Hours? Days? Not days... The sun had set only once now, bright moonlight already shining into her room. "Please..." Her begging was barely a whisper.

"Loki, can you once more change her bones?" Banner asked after while. "Maybe this will help."

Loki shot him an angry glance. "They are already past the point of breaking if I would not hold them together by magic."

Banner looked at him for a few seconds before he said. "Let them break."

As Natasha heard the doctor's words she knew what was awaiting her but she had no more power left to fight against it. "It won't be enough." She said and although her mind was fogged with pain she saw everything clearly now. "Bruce, cut me open. That's the only thing you can do now."

Banner looked at Tony for a second, waiting for his nod, before gripped a medical scissors from the table. "Natasha, I am so sorry."

She only smiled at him. "It's okay. I will live. I've had worse."

'Really?' Banner's face was asked her before he dove the scissors between the child's head and her skin. As her body ripped apart he searched for Loki's face.

"I will heal her as soon as the child is here." The god told him before his beloved screamed out loud as the next contraction came. They heard a crack as her hip bones gave out.

Natasha closed her eyes as the pain became overwhelming. Whatever she had felt before was nothing close to this agony.

"Now!" Bruce shouted and all the others followed his orders.

Natasha felt her body tearing apart. She became nothing more than a shell, breaking to let out whatever was inside of her. The head of the child's head was now visible to her in this prone position. Only a little bit more...

Tony pulled at the forceps with all his might although he saw the blood gushing out of her. They had minutes until Natasha would bleed to death. It had to happen now.

"Push!" Banner demanded even though he was sure Natasha couldn't hear him anymore. The others followed his order as the child's head left her body. He held it up with his hand, securing it as he waited for the next contraction. His face lit up as he turned to Loki. "It is almost here."

The woman looked between her legs, finally able to see what had been stuck between them for days now. An euphoria rushed through her. The child... her little girl.

Loki watched as the infant emerged. It was far bigger than he had thought it would be. Only her broken hip would have ever allowed this an entrance. Delight flooded his veins as the next contraction came and he saw Banner reaching for the child with his free hand.

Natasha screamed in agony but also felt the pain fading as the pressure left her body. Suddenly the sound of a screaming infant reached her ears. She cried tears of joy and laughed while her lungs gave out.

"Fix her," Banner demanded. "As fast as you can." He and Tony were the only ones seeing the blood that was now running freely between her legs.

Loki complied. "It is here, my love." He muttered while he healed her broken bones, the ripped flesh and skin. How had she been able to stand this? His mind was asking him.

"Here she is." Banner said with as smile as he pulled the ventouse away, putting the child in one layer of cloth, only to give it to the mother, who was now healed sufficiently.

Natasha reached out for the infant. "My little girl..."

"She is far from little," Tony said in amazement as he drew back.

"She's ours..." Natasha said with a smile as she saw he black hair of the girl, still covered in blood and fluid. The infant stopped to scream as it felt her mother's heartbeat beneath her.

Loki marveled at what she had done. To tell the truth, he had not been confident enough to believe in the child's survival. But now, after he saw his little girl... "Oh by the Norns, she is so pretty... and she's alive..." He hugged his beloved from behind. "You did it..."

Natasha felt the sleep overcoming her as she felt the small breaths of her daughter against her breast. The wounds had been healed by Loki's magic and her own body was also starting to repair the damage. Banner had disinfected her wounds and checked if all remains of what had fed the children had left her body during the last weaker contractions. He did not want to risk her getting the childbed fever. The doctor wiped away the rest of the blood and nodded relief. "You should be fine now, Natasha. That's all I can do. Your body will regenerate in time." All she needed desperately now was rest.

"Looks like I have lost the bet." Tony stated as he finished cleaning up. "I will go outside and tell the others. Can they come in?" He asked Natasha.

"Yeah, but I might fall asleep," the mother said with a content smile, still not able to tear her eyes from her daughter. She felt Loki shift behind her as he too caressed the child's locks. "She has your face, my love. She is beautiful."

The others entered the room, fatigue also written across their features. Even Fury had come to see. Now they were all standing before the bed. Pepper walked next to Tony, holding his hand with a grin that he could not understand yet. Steve came last, rolling the other children in their cradles inside with the help of a nurse. Thor walked over to Loki and put a hand on his shoulder. "I hope you will care for your five woman."

"I will, I promise." Loki answered, pride blazing in his green eyes.

"Four girls. You will have a hell to do when they are teenagers. If they are at least a little bit like their parents, their beauty will drive men crazy." Iron Man explained with a smile and was sure that this future was going to be real.

"Who has won the bet now?" Bruce asked with a smile.

"I voted for two boys, Thor said three, just as Loki. Steve said two boys and two girls." Tony explained.

"So we have no one who bet on only girls?" Pepper wanted to know.

"Oh, we have." Stark looked to the proud mother who returned the grin that had formed on his lips.

"Who?" The others asked simultaneously.

"Natasha herself."

The Black Widow glanced at each of the children. "Mother knows best you know." She had participated in the bet shortly after Tony told her about it. She had known it all along... Stark had lost the discussion about a stake from her, since she was the one doing the hard stuff anyway.

Her smile widened as she felt her youngest daughter drawing closer to her breast, seeking the milk inside of it. No wonder... The girl must be drained too from this long birth. She draped the cloth so that no one would see her exposed skin as she opened the hospital gown wide enough let the infant suckle.

If he had not been lying behind her on the bed, Loki would have falling to his knees at the sight of his beloved feeding their child so naturally. She would be a perfect mother, the god was sure of it.

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"Didn't you once say, that you saw a boy in the dream?" Tony asked with a grin.

Loki looked at Natasha, both their expressions completely void of emotions, but anyone could tell what was going on between them. Then Loki smirked and pulled up one eyebrow.

"Don't you dare." Natasha warned him and held her daughter more tightly.

"Yeah, I don't want six male demi-gods with crazy ambitions and glorious purpose next time." Tony declared, knocking Bruce with his elbow, only to realize that the doctor had fallen asleep in his chair.

"I guess we all could use some rest now. I'll take Brucy with me and come back in a few hours to check on Natasha. But I am sure all will be fine now."

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"I am proud to be the son of such a strong woman." A voice said next to her and she knew it was her boy, reaching out to her in a dream.

"I am just glad it's over." Natasha answered with a smile as she opened her eyes and saw the man's aristocratic features that resembled his father's so much. "I hope it will be easier with you."

The man grinned. "You know I can't tell you much about it yet. A few years will pass until I am born."

Natasha laughed. "Oh, I am sure of it. Loki won't come anywhere near my bed in the future."

Her son put a hand onto his mother's belly. "But father will need to use magic anyway. So you may enjoy your time - if you have any to spare with my sisters crying for attention."

"Guess I have to put the Black Widow aside for a few years... But that's okay. During the first weeks of pregnancy I thought differently... yet after I saw them... I will give them all my love."

"And so will father. You are good parents, this I can tell you already." The man said with a wide smile.

"Will you be the only one we will have in the future?" Natasha needed to know that.

Her son looked to the side and for only a blink there was sadness written across his features. "Make sure you don't participate in a mission when you are with child."

She could read in his eyes that he knew more than he was telling. "I won't, I promise."

The man sighed. "Then maybe I might have another sibling, but I can not reach him or her... I merely know that there is a possibility."

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Yeah, it's finally over. I still could use some ideas for names for our four girls ^^ Poll's still open ^^ I haven't written the next chapter yet, only the one after it.