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Prolog: A Nightmare of Labor
„Tasha... little Tasha... Time to wake up..."
She recognized the voice but couldn't remember who it belonged to. However the sly grin vibrating through the dark and melodic timbre made her shiver in fear.
Then the pain hit her.
"Oh, good girl. Looks like it's time..."
Natasha was able to open her eyes and see a man with black hair kneeling between her spread thighs.
"Time for what?"
"To push..."
The pain was stealing her breath and she looked at the source of it. Her blood froze in panic as she understood what her huge, swollen stomach meant. "I'm having a baby?"
Loki leaned himself forward and whispered tenderly into her ear: "You're having our baby..."
"But this can't be real! You're locked up in Asgard! We never came this close!"
"Maybe my magic is stronger than that... I have been waiting for someone like you for centuries. It may be part human, but my spells will overpower what could make the child a weakling. So... Now, listen to me, and push."
"I will never obey you! Especially when I know that the whole situation is absolutely wrong. This can't be happening."
"It will happen... soon..." He stroked over her belly. "You are pregnant, my dear. About to give birth. So, push."
"Go to Hell!"
Loki threw his head back and laughed out loud. "Oh, I've already been there many times. It's nice for holidays... Maybe you and our child could go there sometime."
"You've gone insane." Another contraction hit her and she screamed out loud.
"Do as I say!" Loki shouted and grabbed her thighs, pushing them close to her belly, helping the child to emerge. While Natasha squirmed under him, he could already see parts of the baby. Parts that could be legs. "Well, my dear. It looks like our child isn't making it easy for you..." he purred and reveled in her painful cries.
"Just pull me out of her, dad. I hate to be kept waiting." demanded a voice beside them.
Natasha turned her head and saw a man standing next to her, impatiently tapping his foot. He almost looked like a replica of Loki. How was all that possible?
"Oh, my beloved son, always so eager." Loki's hand grabbed between Natasha's thighs.
"No! Don't! You will kill it." And me too.
Loki shook his head and smiled, pushing inside of her. "My son is strong. Nothing can harm him that easily. And you, my love, are protected by my magic. In the end, you will bear me more heirs... an army..."
"What?" Natasha screamed as the agony became excruciating.
Both men began to laugh as a child's first cry was heard. Then everything turned black...