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It began with eight words, eight words meant to be taken well, that caused him to spiral out of control.

Loki's long hands caressed Tony's face, brushing over the stubbly chin as he thrust his silver tongue into the billionaires mouth. After about a minute or so, the two broke apart, gasping, laying back on the bed, hands clasped together. Tony rolled onto his side, staring at his lover. It was so strange to think that mere months ago they had been enemies, whereas now Tony couldn't imagine his life without Loki in it, loving him, teasing him, always by his side. When he did try to imagine it, it was a cold dark feeling of grief that crept over him, like he had lost something he never realized he needed so badly.

Tony smiled softly at the green eyed god lying next to him. When they had first started seeing each other, Loki had been broken, stricken with the grief of what he had done to both Tony's world and his own. Now, the Trickster God looked healthy, happy, and loved. It was a sight for sore eyes indeed.

"Nice to see you having gained some weight."

Loki's eyes shot open, turning to look at Tony, and then down at himself. Tony chuckled, mistaking Loki's horror for confusion.

"You've been eating more, it shows. You look healthier now than before. It's good."

Loki's head was spinning. He had always prided himself on being slimmer, more streamlined and efficient than the lumbering, large Aesir he was often surrounded with, and to hear that he had gained weight horrified him. Gaining weight meant he was becoming like them. Like Volstagg, who repulsed him so, he gained weight all the time! Loki shuddered slightly. This would not do. He noticed Tony still watching him, eyes narrowed in confusion, and gave a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Y-yes. Healthy. Good...Excuse me, I believe I shall head back to my room now to change."

Loki practically fled the room, breaths coming in short gasps now as his mind reeled. He needed to gain back his control over his body. He burts into his room, locking the door with magic behind him. He then conjured six mirrors around him in a ring, so he could see himself from all angles. He then began to catalogue his flaws, one by one.

Fat stomach

Fat thighs

Fat arms

Fat

Fat

Fat.

He wasn't grossly obese, at least he didn't think so, he just needed to cut down a little. Just a little. Yes. That would do.

And if he skipped breakfast today..well.

It wouldn't hurt.

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