Disclaimers: Thor The Movie does not belong to me. Neither does Thor The Comic.
Alerts: Thor/Loki (incest), Mpreg, Norsekink meme fill.

"Stop brother, let me help you" said Thor moving beside Loki and letting him lean on his muscular shoulder.

Loki took a moment to catch his breath before putting one hand on his brother's shoulder and the other under his heavily pregnant belly. He then nodded at Thor, who put an arm around him and helped him lift his form from their bed.

Loki didn't like to be so dependant on someone else, to show weakness, expecially when all the Court's eyes were firmly planted on him. Their Mother had tried to discourage him saying that his body had nearly failed him with Sleipnir's pregnancy, even if he was in mare form, and that conceiving a child in his male body would undoubtedly cause him great pain and effort.

But he wanted, needed even, to show everybody that he was serious about his relationship with his brother. Too many times he heard whispers of doubts about their love, about how the 'adopted' son only wanted to put his frost hands on the throne of Asgard. But giving Thor a heir would hush all noise.

And Thor, who at first was as opposed to it as their mother, showed little resistance when a naked God of Mischief opened his slacks after a day of sword practice, sat on his cock and ordered him to 'let his seed take root inside him'. They joined again and again that day, Thor barely slipping out of his brother's willing body.

The months went on and Loki appeared more pale and fatigued every day that passed. He fed himself with fruits and vegetables because he couldn't stand the smell of meat and while the small mound of his stomach struggled to grow, his cheeks became gauntier. One day, standing up from his morning bath left him so drained that he passed out cold on the floor, waking up to a very distressed God of Thunder. Loki didn't know whose hands were trembling more that day, Thor's from distress or his from low sugars.

The Healers said that his blood was too thin, that he would not be able to substain himself and the child for four months more, that going on with the pregnancy would probably kill one of them or both. Loki would have used magic to speed up the child's growth if the actual process of carrying it hadn't left him drained of magic. While both his Mother and Brother shed tears, Odin congratulated him for carrying on. Loki never felt prouder of not being the man's son.

Seven months of pregnancy later and Loki was being helped from the bed by a caring brother. Thanks to the Healers potions, his belly had managed to grow even if Thor still handled him like one would do with glass. Of course, his deathly pallor and purple eyebags did not help him in the task of convincing the God of Thunder that, while he might need a hand in standing up, he didn't need to be carried to the bathroom.

Thor walked slowly, letting Loki set their pace, and let his supporting hand slide from his sibiling's shoulder to the side of the distended stomach. The child, apparently aware of the touch, moved under the tan hand of his father.

"I know you didn't do it only for my benefit, brother, but still... I would have chosen no one but you."

Loki smiled to him, emerald eyes glowing with a loving light.

"So would I."