Summary: You’re alone with Loki and Bruce, while the others are on a mission. Loki has one last thing to explain about Jotuns, but he’s anxious about how you will react.
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Preview:
“Okay, that’s enough for today,” you said, after turning your treadmill off. “I’m getting anonymous protestations.”
You sat on a narrow bench in the training room in order to catch your breath and to get a drink of water. You were breathing hard from the exercise, mostly because of the baby you were carrying. Natasha sat next to you, and she wasn’t even out of breath, to your dismay.
Bucky and Loki had nixed any hard training, which was alright with you once you really started showing. They were okay with light jogging around the track or on a treadmill, but put a big NO on hand to hand or anything that required your hitting the mat.
“Just think, you only have about four more months of this,” she said, helpfully.
You groaned at the thought. So far, the pregnancy hadn’t strayed off course as far as any complications, for which you were grateful. Your cravings were still active, and your husbands took care of them tirelessly and patiently. If what you wanted wasn’t in the Tower, they would go out to get it. The food that you wanted varied from fresh, hot chocolate glazed donuts to spicy Szechuan chicken, or to fruit that was out of season. You hated that you needed them to wait on you like that, even though they never complained.
You had reached the point where your hands and feet would swell sometimes; Bucky or Loki would take turns giving you foot rubs during those bouts. Luckily, you didn’t often wear rings, so there was no danger of getting one stuck on a swollen finger. In fact, once you were married in a civil ceremony, they’d given you a gold necklace with an emerald and ruby pendant that had been custom made. You wore it every day in place of wedding rings, and were proud to do so.
As for missions, you were grounded from in person raids, but could help with electronic surveillance. You weren’t very happy about that at first, but when your ankles swelled, you were glad that you could sit down as needed without having to worry about engaging an enemy.
“I’m going to shower,” you finally said, after you got up slowly. “Thanks for hanging with me.”
“Sure. Need me to walk you up?”
“Nah, I got it, but thanks anyway.”
Once you reached your apartment, a shower was the first order of business: a nice, cool shower. After that, you toweled your hair before flopping onto the bed. Lying on your back was vetoed by your diaphragm, due to the pressure from the baby, so you turned to your side. Finally comfortable, you had almost dozed off before a voice addressed you.
“Darling? Is something wrong?” Loki asked, concerned. He’d come to check on you, and the sight of you stretched out on the bed gave him a start.
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