Conceivable

by HotHistorian

Summary: When Jane returns with Thor to Asgard, as bride-to-be, it is learned that she cannot bear Asgardian children, a serious blow to the throne. Loki, ever the trickster, decides to win favor back with his father and Thor by remedying the situation. MPREG, non-slash.

Pairings: Thor/Jane, and Loki could end up with pretty much anyone except another male.

Warnings: MPREG, Graphic. Refers back to Loki's previous pregnancy, with Sleipnir. Norse-myth crossover. Attempt at a believable movieverse.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Marvel and I obviously do not own Norse myth. Hell, if I did, I would not be typing on this old of a laptop (seven year old Macbook Pro and still running strong).

Prologue

Loki had tried to stop the builders of the Asgardian wall. Tried and was fairly successful. Became a mare and everything. Birthed that damnably fast eight-legged horse his father now rode. It had not been a particularly pleasant experience for him: turning into a mare and giving birth. But at least he had succeeded in his plan to slow the building of Asgard's Wall. The builder was understandably upset that his horse, the strong stallion Svaðilfari, had run off and sired something, that something being Loki, the god of Mischief. And that plan had been mischievous indeed. His father now rode his son, Sleipnir. Oh how terribly wrong that sounded.

But that was only one of his antics that had landed him into this new Hel. Nearly a thousand years of mischievous activities and a lying tongue had earned him new names. Liesmith, Trickster, Mistress Mischief, Demon, Frostchild, Jotunn, Shapeshifter, and now Warwreaker. He had really done it now. His last mischievous attempt, done out of anger at his father, at the lies he had lived, had cost him dearly. He had failed. Those damned Avengers had completely ruined him. He had lost favor and was now a prisoner in Asgard. He had a new name added onto his list of already unfavorable names: Prisoner Prince.

And here he was, stuck in this cell, unable to watch the ceremony going on behind the magicked bars. He could hear the laughter and joy, the dancing, and the drinking. He could hear his brother's booming laugh from behind the door. He could hear a bit of Lady Jane's laughing underneath, her friend, the maid, that Darcy girl, snorting. He heard the Good Doctor Selvig chuckling merrily. He heard Fandral and Volstagg acting out a scene from one of Fandral's many written works...unfortunately, Fandral, instead of Loki, now had the unfortunate task of playing the woman's role. Sif always wanted the male roles, and had obviously refused the female role, leaving Fandral the somewhat difficult task of portraying a woman. Hogun, the only other beardless member of the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, simply didn't participate in plays. Loki was always perfect for the woman's role: his shapeshifting abilities allowed him to literally portray himself as a woman. Completely working parts and everything. He supposed it was a good thing he wasn't participating in this event. The new Lady Jane may have found it...odd.

Mortals didn't shapeshift and most Midgardians were gender sensitive. Asgardians had their own preferences, but Loki, yes, Loki the Winter Wizard, Laufeyson, the Bastard, was different. He preferred the male body to a female one. Why? Less of a mess. He had learned that once while in one of his early shapeshifting stages. He was young. He was stupid. He wondered why Sif nearly went on a murderous rampage every month or so-he sensed something different about her. So, god of mischief, bored out of his mind one day, decided to find out why. The blood flow and pain was horrendous. Every inch of his being seemed on edge, and there were days where he felt like murdering his brother or bursting into tears because none of the Warriors Three understood. Thor was not partial to this Loki at all. Loki felt compassion and sympathy of Sif, and after he couldn't stand the body anymore, he found himself more and more in the Lady Sif's company.

Lady Sif finally asked that Loki stop visiting her. People were starting to talk. Loki was at first bewildered by this request, but he suddenly realized that the world of women was far more complex than just the damnable moon cycle, birth, and child-rearing. He realized that Lady Sif, who often spent her days training with the Warriors Three, also spent time with the ladies of the Asgardian court. And the ladies of the court believed that the Lady Sif and Loki were courting. Loki, slightly appalled and slightly amused by the thought, pushed it aside and agreed to spend less time by the Lady Sif's side. Besides, he was still in his prime. He didn't have to decide who to spend a thousand-something odd years with just yet.

And now, he was missing out on the glorious fun, sitting inside a massive Asgardian cell with Heimdall as guard. Heimdall had been replaced as the massive Gate Guard to Loki's guard. Almost all of the guards had been ruled out, seeing as how they were susceptible to Loki's lies. The muzzle had only worked for a short amount of time. Loki used magic to transport suggestions and lies into the minds of the guards. Technically, as soon as Loki had been transported back to Asgard, Odin ripped him of some of the magical power Loki contained, but the majority of it was a natural magic that not even Odin could control. Thus, the guards would often open up the gate and let Loki wander around, looking for a way out of the prison room. Sadly, it was magically shielded and Loki had no way of opening it without some serious study first. It was only then that the Asgardians realized it would keep much more than that to keep Loki locked away.

So Heimdall was given a new position. Heimdall could see all and was used to Loki's lies. He was impervious to Loki's magical suggestions. Loki was unmuzzled and placed in the magical cell again. Heimdall was the perfect fit; only with the Bifrost box could Loki defeat him, and even that was difficult. A new guard had been put in Heimdall's place: Heimdall's apprentice Stallan. Now, if only Loki could get to him, he could break out of Asgard and begin ruling the now crumbling Jotunheim. Yes, prison had only allowed Loki more time to come up with more ways to eventually regain power.

The doors were thrust open and a somewhat drunken Thor burst through the room with his new bride, Lady Jane F-Thor. The "Foster" was gone. Lady Jane had agreed to marry Thor after the Avengers saved New York from Loki's army. She had requested, however, that her friends, Dr. Selvig and Darcy, attend the Asgardian wedding. They were outside, still enjoying the festivities and would probably remain in the Asgard halls for another month or so. Festivities were very long in Asguard. Life was long for them, so, why not? "Ah-blushing bride and bubbling brother! Have you come to say hello to the poor prisoner?" Loki asked quietly, his black hair bouncing with every consonant.

"On the Lady Jane Thor's insistence," Thor said, stressing his name and looking straight ahead at Loki, ignoring Heimdall. "She wanted to visit her new brother-in-law. Though I hardly know why, given that he's a traitor to the throne of Asgard and enemy of Midgard." These last words were spoken with spittle spewed in every direction. Loathing, Loki thought. Loki looked towards Lady Jane. Her dark brown hair was tied up, and fell in rows of loose curls around the nape of her neck. Frigga's work, undoubtedly. Her neck was graced with a long diamond choker that draped from the midneck down. The white wedding dress glided down her natural curves, her hips, and then trailed behind her like the Riving Iving, always separating Asgard from Jotunheim-separating Jane from Loki.

It took a few moments before that to realize he was fantasizing about his brother's wife. He quickly recovered, looked down briefly, and looked back up at Jane's flawless face. "I wish you well on your wedding night," Loki said quickly, avoiding Thor's eyes. "I'm sure it will be-pleasurable." Thor's face was filled with unmistakably filled with fury.

"Do not be so loose with your tongue, brother," Thor warned. "Or I shall order Heimdall to have you muzzled again."

Loki nodded, putting a finger to his lips, and snaked his other hand around the prison bars. "I apologize, Lady Jane. I was only thinking of my brother's happiness," Loki said, and bowed his head apologetically.

The Lady Jane smiled, slightly nodding her head forward. "It's alright. I'm sure we'll have a wonderful wedding night. And...I'm looking forward to being to your sister-in-law." This she said with pity, and Loki immediately felt repulsed. If anything, the Lady should have realized her mistake of agreeing to the marriage in the first place. She was not Asgardian. She would not live for another hundred years with Thor-her aging would devastate Thor. How old was she now in human years-29? She might reach 90 in Asgard, but only if she was lucky enough to have those genes of longevity. No, Odin could not grant her extra life, nor could Thor keep her from aging. She would die a prisoner inside of Asgard, Loki thought. Like me.

"Yes, and I hope you bless my dear brother Thor with many children. I am looking forward to meeting my nieces and nephews," Loki said hoarsely, his voice cracking with pity, while glaring at Heimdall. Heimdall, noting Thor's change in stature, from fury to nearly grabbing Mjolnir, immediately brought forward his staff and pressed a hand to Thor's chest. "Odinson, do not mistake his words for lies. He is truly blessing you. He has used no spell; his tongue is not chiding you or the Lady Jane in anyway."

Thor took his hand away from Mjolnir. "I believe you, Heimdall," he whispered. He then looked back at Loki. His face and eyes softened. "Brother, I hope one day to bless you with nieces and nephews you can visit...outside of this cage. Have you found a way to convince the AllFather to give you back your freedom?"

Loki looked down. Of course not. I've only thought of ways to escape, he thought. "Unfortunately, there is no way, brother. Odin has made me an eternal prisoner. Why else would he place me in this cell with Heimdall as my keeper? I am sure to eventually fade away here. I am sure I will never be needed unless there is a call to war. And will there be? Not while Odin is in power. I will never be granted my freedom again." Heimdall glared at Loki. "Do not let him manipulate you into a war, Odinson," he said grimly, clutching his staff a bit tighter than usual. "He has done this before."

Thor cocked his head to the side, and shot Loki a look of irritation. "I recall. I will not fall for those words again. Thank you, Heimdall." Thor momentarily forgot Loki's presence, picked up Jane and swung her into his arms. One would've assumed she was lighter than a feather. "Well then, brother, I wish you well this night. I regret that you were unable to attend the ceremony. Thank you for your-blessings." He twirled Jane around in his arms and said, "Well, I suppose we will have a wonderful wedding night, won't we?" Jane giggled happily and the pair kissed; it was one of the sloppiest kisses Loki had ever seen and the sight made him mentally gag.

Thor carried his wife out of the magical room and Loki was once again, thankfully, alone. I know she'll make him happy. But her death will only make him remember and regret, Loki thought. Perhaps her children will be what make him happy the most. They'll live longer. And with any luck, they'll conceive tonight. Little did he know how much lucks the couple had…and how that luck would eventually fall into the arms of Loki Laufeyson.

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