Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 1
anonymous
October 13 2012, 20:45:05 UTC
This is a Self-Fill: It was a surprisingly common sight to see the villain Namor in New York, however most people had figured out by now that if he was wearing a smart business suit and not ridiculously tight green swimming trunks he was most likely there on political business, or you know, to ask Susan Richards on a date for the 327th time. What wasn’t common was for the Atlantean ruler to greet the now reformed (unless Hermes and the other trickster gods decided to enter a prank war with Mexico... again) Norse God of Mischief and drag him into a coffee shop. This bothered the good citizens of New York a great deal as the Trickster hadn’t been seen with another villain for about six months and it was incredibly likely that he would relapse into turning streets into ice cream, probably because he was high on the aforementioned coffee. “I do not understand why you wished to single me out...” Loki commented, looking oddly at peace for a man who had just been dragged into a building against his will with both of his legs hanging over the arm of his chair. “Doom recently gifted me with a device that is supposed to make people unable to teleport; I wished to have someone test it before my next... business transaction”. The god sighed and held out his arm, allowing the Atlantean to place the silver watch like device on his wrist, then he concentrated for a few seconds and shook his head, “The machinery works Namor, and it would have been much easier to force Victor to test it in the lab”. “But then my plan would not have come to pass” Namors mouth had twitched into a grin which would have terrified even the most foolhardy warrior. Loki tried desperately to shoot a blast of concussive force at the other man, only to find no magic flowing through his hands, the mortal surely could not have removed his magic from him, he started to panic and desperately tried to remove the infernal device but a large amount of electricity forced itself through his arm and he cried out in pain. “This delightful instrument makes it impossible for the wearer to use magic in my presence, and so much of your abilities are involved in it, including your physical strength, in short... my dear, you belong to me now”.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 2
anonymous
October 13 2012, 22:07:06 UTC
It was the third day of this abomination of a relationship that Namor had started. The one small mercy was that his... lover, Loki shivered at the horrid implications that that word had, had gone back to his squalid little kingdom beneath the sea, and there were no words to describe how glad Loki was that the damn bracelet meant that he was unable to use the spell to breathe underwater. The other mercy was that while he was unable to use magic against Namor, he was still perfectly capable of casting spells against other people, which he had luckily discovered before Magneto had skewered him on a lamp post. It was however the single most humiliating moment in his life; he could only imagine what Tezcatlipoca would say when they next met. A God of Trickery being tricked by a mortal. He would have to run off, possibly to Svartälfheim. He allowed his mind to drift back to the place at hand. Oh... he had forgotten that he was supposed to listen to the suited man talk about what to expect in the upcoming mission. “Now the fact of the matter is that Doom and Namor appear to be working together, and the Fantastic Four just happen to be in space, so it’s your job to stop them,” Agent Coulson said to the room of seemingly disinterested people. Shit...Shit...Shit, what were the team going to think, if the former criminal whose main ability was magic, suddenly seemed incapable of using magic against a former ally, they’d think he’d relapsed, even if he used his knives they’d be suspicious, and soon he’d be back tied to the familiar rock with the familiar snake. Well son of a bilge snipe, if he went on this mission, the others would most likely notice his inability to use magic and would assume that he was a traitor, there was no other way to avoid this confrontation; he slowly withdrew a throwing knife from the inside of his cape and stabbed it into his leg, hopefully at least until he reached the medical room people would think the knife had just been dislodged. A large amount of red spread over his leg and began to drip on the floor. Rogers was the first to notice the rapidly growing pool of blood around him, his expression turned to one of horror as he stuttered “L-Loki, l-look can you walk, do you want me to take you to a hospital. ... When Loki arrived home that night, there was a figure standing in his bedroom. “Oh welcome home darling” Namor stated with a smirk “I missed you today...” Loki growled, “What do you WANT!” he shouted after several seconds’ silence. “Well, I want you to give birth to my children” at Loki’s shocked expression he continued “I want heirs who are powerful and what sort of mother could be more powerful than a god”. The Atlantean suddenly grabbed his arm and forced him onto the bed, despite his attempts to struggle it was true that a large percentage of his physical strength came from his magic and the Namor got his clothing off with relative ease. A lubricated finger forced its way into his opening and he cried out in pain, Namor smirked “For someone who’s given birth to four children you are really tight” It had actually been about 2 centuries since anyone had actually wished to lay with him, which had led to a lot of lonely heats. When Namor began to remove his green shorts Loki desperately shut his eyes and willed himself not to cry.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 3
anonymous
October 14 2012, 19:25:20 UTC
Namor was apparantly getting exceedingly frustrated at the fact that Loki as of yet had not become pregnant, he had started to become much more violent and had begun to force him to take pregnancy tests weekly and made sure to watch carefully in case he was manipulating the results. Loki for his part was probably for the first time in his life glad that he was a Frost Giant as having heat only once every six months he could avoid the inevitable pregnancy for at least some time, from his research it seemed that Fire Giants were in heat almost constantly and could apparently even stack pregnancies. However by his calculations it was nearly half a year since his last heat and he was rapidly running out of time. Knowing the humiliation that he would feel at begging the man who had made him powerless, who had beaten him and raped him and apparently wanted too force a child on him, to take him and fill him with his seed made him want to run away and hide until the pathetic mortal's life was over. However his previous attempt at running away (to Prague, he did love that city so, and what with the country being land-locked, believe that the other man would be unable to reach him) had been unsuccessful and after the other man had been standing before him within two days he strongly believed that the other man had recieved some help from another sorceror, and Loki felt a rush of horror when he realised that it was most likely Amora. Despite all of this Loki still kept up working with The Avengers the presence of the dysfunctional group in his life meant that there was at least a few hours a day where his primary function was not being breeding stock, however despite this fact he had come to believe that the group did not actually welcome his presence, and found himself unable to inform his teammates of predicament, after all, why should they be bothered by the troubles of a former villain, especially when Dormammu was attacking. Coulson was apparently attempting to debrief them all again, while the The Avengers were just waiting to go out and get their strangely spelled food that he was unable to pronounce, and didn't they just find that ridiculously hilarious, he was vaguely wondering if going with them would be likely to keep him from having to go home for a while or whether this would cause Namor to become angry when a familiar heat pooled in his stomach. He rapidly excused himself from the meeting and ran into the nearest bathroom, where he shut himself in a cubicle and reached behind himself to his entrance, to his rising terror his fingers came away wet, there was no way to avoid this, it was almost impossible for anyone on this planet to wish to bed him, by the end of the night it was likely that the child would already be concieved.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 4
anonymous
October 14 2012, 20:03:31 UTC
Namor pushed the slim man onto the bed, suprised at how compliant he was being, reaching out to tweek a nipple, he grinned as the man beneath him moaned wantonly. "Lie on your stomach with your ass in the air" he ordered, and smirked as the other man did what he was told. He trailed his finger over the other man's pucker and was suprised to find that it was already well lubricated. "Were you so desperate to take in my cock that you couldn't be bothered to wait for me to prepare you?" he whispered in Loki's ear, when the slight man glared in retaliation he gave him a hard slap on the ass, "you should show me more respect". With that he suddenly forced his cock in. The tears that this forced into Loki's eyes made him feel proud that he was the only one that had put the expression on the haughty god's face. Then he began to move.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 4
anonymous
October 14 2012, 20:36:22 UTC
Namor had left several hours ago and Loki was trying desperately to hold back his tears, he was so ashamed, at some point during that he had begun to enjoy it, and he had started begging for more. Worst of all when the seed had entered his womb he had felt it. He tried to remind himself that it was not his worst heat, he reminded himself that he had gone into heat just as the dwarves had finished sewing up his mouth and they had taken full advantage; and he had been the asgardian equivilent of thirteen when Sleipnir was concieved, desperately crying out for his father to come and save him, but the cries had been unanswered. He really didn't want to be pregnant, at least not with this man's child, there was a certain... other person that he wouldn't mind going through the heat with, but they would never want him back so that didn't matter. He really didn't want to have to take leave from work, he enjoyed work. Odin's Eyepatch! Just when he'd turned his life around, something like this just had to happen. He began to cry. At this point, he even wished it had been the dwarves instead.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 5
anonymous
October 15 2012, 18:39:21 UTC
When Loki arrived home from work on a day two weeks late, Namor was already waiting for him. without turning his head towards the other man he sighed. "You want me to take the test again, right?" at the other man's nod he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself. Namor grabbed his arm hard and dragged him into the bathroom. He theorised that the bruises that were left would stay on his skin for at least three weeks. The other man forcefully pulled the zip of his trousers down and holding the test out for him to take. Much to Loki's horror the test changed colour, indicating that he was pregnant, some small part of him had always hoped that if he spent too long without getting pregnant then Namor would assume that he had already been through menopause and leave him. The Atlantean had gained a large grin as he stared at the pregnancy test, as the man dragged him closer and pressed a forceful kiss to his lips. Loki was too scared to even struggle.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 6 part A
anonymous
October 15 2012, 20:22:14 UTC
It had been a few months since the start of this entire mess and Loki was now about two months pregnant. It was now the middle of December and SHIELD was having its annual Christmas party. Atlantis was apparently in the middle of an international incident and Namor had been gone for nearly a week now, which was good because the other man had hardly stopped watching him since the pregnancy test out of fear that he would get an abortion. Loki was actually enjoying spending time with the people he worked with, probably for the last time until the birth. Thor had dared him into a drinking contest with a beverage that the man at the bar had referred to as a "Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster" which Loki was fairly certain was the closest to pure alcohol one could drink without convulsing on the floor. One of the effects that the beverage seemed to have on him was that it appeared to cause a pseudo-heat in him and by the sixth such beverage he had somehow taken up a similarly inebrited Stark's offer of sitting in his lap and was now cheerfully grinding against him. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, "I think that I should take you home..." the man with the eyepatch said, in his drunken state Loki was having great difficulty putting names to faces and finally came out with. "Very well, father, I shall adhere to your request..." he swayed a little in place. "Yes, you definitely need to go home now". Somewhere in Loki's drink addled mind he recognised that home was really not a safe place to be going in this state, particularly not at this time, so he whimpered desperately "Please no... I can't go back tonight" by this point he couldn't keep standing and fell foward into the warm pair of arms in front of arms in front of him, already sound asleep.
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 6 part B
anonymous
October 15 2012, 21:00:11 UTC
Fury hoisted the slight god up into his arms, and the slim man started to snuggle into his shoulder. He dreaded the thought of having to send another memo about alcohol to his employees, but every single year these drinking contests took place, it was amazing that there weren't more reports of liver failure from the medical division. Taking a glance at the man resting his head on his shoulder, he realised that a Loki that was left on his own in his house would be a Loki that would attempt to cook midight breakfast and blow his house up, that or drunkenly summon dead kings, at least two members of the G8 had been incredibly pissed off that the Hundred Years War had apparently restarted without their knowledge the last time the god had gotten slightly tipsy. With those thoughts in mind he got into his car, placing Loki in the passenger seat and started driving towards his own home. After some time the god started to make small noises, and to Fury's horror it sounded like he was saying, "No... please... don't touch me...don't want your...children...no"
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 6 part B
anonymous
October 16 2012, 21:05:35 UTC
When Loki woke up the next morning he found himself in a strange bedroom, where apparently someone had cared enough to place a blanket over the top of the duvet at some point during his sleep. He was glad of this because the morning was quite cold. He tried to remember anything about last night that could have led to him being in this position, but after Thor's attempt at starting some "Brotherly Bonding Time", which apparently was an endeavor which required them both to be completely pissed, there was absolutely nothing. Luckily, the odd placement of his self at the moment meant that he didn't have to face the wrath of Namor for a while. The thought of how angry the other man would be if his drinking damaged his spawn. At that moment the door opened and his employer stepped in, Loki awaited the start of the ineitable swearing tirade at his stupidity that was bound to come. Instead what he got was: "How are you feeling?" Fury looked so incredibly awkward when he said that that Loki nearly burst out laughing. He let a small smirk cross his face "Well... I have the most terrible headache..." "Let me guess, like someone smashed your brains out with a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick?" Fury was actually smiling at him, that was odd. "Well more like someone had shot the lemon-wrapped brick at me through a cannon, but I guess the sentiment is the same". The other man had sat on the bed next to him, looking like he wanted to say something. "Director Fury...?" Loki prompted. The man pushed a stray piece of hair out of Loki's face, and slowly as if unsure of the words to say said "Are there any problems that you have that you might wish to talk about". Loki stared in shock, quickly he wondered if he should tell the man that he was pregnant, but realising that that would only m ake the inevitable maternity leave sooner, then he would be alone. Making up his mind he spoke. "Nothing that you should feel forced to concern yourself with".
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 7
anonymous
October 17 2012, 19:50:04 UTC
The two men sat staring at each other for a long while, both uncertain of what to say next. After several minutes had passed, Fury slowly got up, reaching out to pat Loki on the shoulder, before turning to leave the room. However, a pained noise made him turn back, Loki was doubled over, clutching at his stomach. Rushing back to the bed, Fury put his hand over the other mans. "What's wrong, are you hurt?" he whispered in a concerned voice. Loki whimpered. "There was a baby..." Horrifying pictures assembled themselves in Fury's mind. "We need to get you to a hospital, right now." The other man started laughing hysterically, "If I go to a hospital, he'll find out". Picking up the other man, Fury wrapped his arms around him tightly, "You just need to calm down", as the other man stared taking deep breaths he growled "who is the father?" Loki looked at him in fear, Fury instantly regretted his tone, the poor man was probably expecting him to hit him or something, Loki suddenly took a breath and spoke "...Namor". Fury clenched his teeth but didn't speak, carrying the alien prince to his car for the second time in twelve hours. Hours later, in the hospital, Loki slept, the doctors had been able to save the baby. Fury had sat by his side for hours, incase the father of the baby showed up, and now that he hadn't... well Fury was just going to go looking for him. Before standing up he placed a kiss on the pale man's forehead. Then he quietly left the room. Fury was going to kill that motherfucker
Re: Random Villain/Loki, Abusive Relationship, Non-con, Protective Fury or Coulson part 8A
anonymous
October 19 2012, 19:07:51 UTC
Namor was in the middle of a diplomatic meeting with Victor Von Doom, well it was called diplomatic meeting, it was really just two supervillains gossipping about other supervillains. "Did you hear about Carnage's humiliating defeat by the Child Avengers last week..." Doom smirked. "Ah yes, I believe that we should not let that one go for several years". Namor laughed, "And Amora has taken at least six men into her bed this week, but as usual in such circumstances it is impossible to tell if she is actually planning anything". "Speaking of taking people to bed, DOOM does not approve of your treatment of the trickster" Doom growled. "Men who can't admit their homosexual attraction to the God of Mischief don't get to display disapproval" Namor smirked. "You do realise that he has miscarried," Doom stated. "And I can just impregnate him again, its not like the child would have any use for about twelve years". Doom shot him a look that indicated that Namor would be thrown through the ceiling soon, however when the door to the room smashed open he simply teleported away. Namor looked at an extremely pissed off looking director of S.H.I.E.L.D. with an expression of complete shock. And that was when a fist hit his face.
It was a surprisingly common sight to see the villain Namor in New York, however most people had figured out by now that if he was wearing a smart business suit and not ridiculously tight green swimming trunks he was most likely there on political business, or you know, to ask Susan Richards on a date for the 327th time.
What wasn’t common was for the Atlantean ruler to greet the now reformed (unless Hermes and the other trickster gods decided to enter a prank war with Mexico... again) Norse God of Mischief and drag him into a coffee shop.
This bothered the good citizens of New York a great deal as the Trickster hadn’t been seen with another villain for about six months and it was incredibly likely that he would relapse into turning streets into ice cream, probably because he was high on the aforementioned coffee.
“I do not understand why you wished to single me out...” Loki commented, looking oddly at peace for a man who had just been dragged into a building against his will with both of his legs hanging over the arm of his chair.
“Doom recently gifted me with a device that is supposed to make people unable to teleport; I wished to have someone test it before my next... business transaction”.
The god sighed and held out his arm, allowing the Atlantean to place the silver watch like device on his wrist, then he concentrated for a few seconds and shook his head, “The machinery works Namor, and it would have been much easier to force Victor to test it in the lab”.
“But then my plan would not have come to pass” Namors mouth had twitched into a grin which would have terrified even the most foolhardy warrior.
Loki tried desperately to shoot a blast of concussive force at the other man, only to find no magic flowing through his hands, the mortal surely could not have removed his magic from him, he started to panic and desperately tried to remove the infernal device but a large amount of electricity forced itself through his arm and he cried out in pain.
“This delightful instrument makes it impossible for the wearer to use magic in my presence, and so much of your abilities are involved in it, including your physical strength, in short... my dear, you belong to me now”.
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The other mercy was that while he was unable to use magic against Namor, he was still perfectly capable of casting spells against other people, which he had luckily discovered before Magneto had skewered him on a lamp post.
It was however the single most humiliating moment in his life; he could only imagine what Tezcatlipoca would say when they next met. A God of Trickery being tricked by a mortal. He would have to run off, possibly to Svartälfheim. He allowed his mind to drift back to the place at hand. Oh... he had forgotten that he was supposed to listen to the suited man talk about what to expect in the upcoming mission.
“Now the fact of the matter is that Doom and Namor appear to be working together, and the Fantastic Four just happen to be in space, so it’s your job to stop them,” Agent Coulson said to the room of seemingly disinterested people.
Shit...Shit...Shit, what were the team going to think, if the former criminal whose main ability was magic, suddenly seemed incapable of using magic against a former ally, they’d think he’d relapsed, even if he used his knives they’d be suspicious, and soon he’d be back tied to the familiar rock with the familiar snake.
Well son of a bilge snipe, if he went on this mission, the others would most likely notice his inability to use magic and would assume that he was a traitor, there was no other way to avoid this confrontation; he slowly withdrew a throwing knife from the inside of his cape and stabbed it into his leg, hopefully at least until he reached the medical room people would think the knife had just been dislodged. A large amount of red spread over his leg and began to drip on the floor.
Rogers was the first to notice the rapidly growing pool of blood around him, his expression turned to one of horror as he stuttered “L-Loki, l-look can you walk, do you want me to take you to a hospital.
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When Loki arrived home that night, there was a figure standing in his bedroom. “Oh welcome home darling” Namor stated with a smirk “I missed you today...”
Loki growled, “What do you WANT!” he shouted after several seconds’ silence.
“Well, I want you to give birth to my children” at Loki’s shocked expression he continued “I want heirs who are powerful and what sort of mother could be more powerful than a god”.
The Atlantean suddenly grabbed his arm and forced him onto the bed, despite his attempts to struggle it was true that a large percentage of his physical strength came from his magic and the Namor got his clothing off with relative ease.
A lubricated finger forced its way into his opening and he cried out in pain, Namor smirked “For someone who’s given birth to four children you are really tight” It had actually been about 2 centuries since anyone had actually wished to lay with him, which had led to a lot of lonely heats.
When Namor began to remove his green shorts Loki desperately shut his eyes and willed himself not to cry.
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(Also, I liked the detail about the other mythologies' trickster gods)
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Loki for his part was probably for the first time in his life glad that he was a Frost Giant as having heat only once every six months he could avoid the inevitable pregnancy for at least some time, from his research it seemed that Fire Giants were in heat almost constantly and could apparently even stack pregnancies. However by his calculations it was nearly half a year since his last heat and he was rapidly running out of time.
Knowing the humiliation that he would feel at begging the man who had made him powerless, who had beaten him and raped him and apparently wanted too force a child on him, to take him and fill him with his seed made him want to run away and hide until the pathetic mortal's life was over. However his previous attempt at running away (to Prague, he did love that city so, and what with the country being land-locked, believe that the other man would be unable to reach him) had been unsuccessful and after the other man had been standing before him within two days he strongly believed that the other man had recieved some help from another sorceror, and Loki felt a rush of horror when he realised that it was most likely Amora.
Despite all of this Loki still kept up working with The Avengers the presence of the dysfunctional group in his life meant that there was at least a few hours a day where his primary function was not being breeding stock, however despite this fact he had come to believe that the group did not actually welcome his presence, and found himself unable to inform his teammates of predicament, after all, why should they be bothered by the troubles of a former villain, especially when Dormammu was attacking.
Coulson was apparently attempting to debrief them all again, while the The Avengers were just waiting to go out and get their strangely spelled food that he was unable to pronounce, and didn't they just find that ridiculously hilarious, he was vaguely wondering if going with them would be likely to keep him from having to go home for a while or whether this would cause Namor to become angry when a familiar heat pooled in his stomach.
He rapidly excused himself from the meeting and ran into the nearest bathroom, where he shut himself in a cubicle and reached behind himself to his entrance, to his rising terror his fingers came away wet, there was no way to avoid this, it was almost impossible for anyone on this planet to wish to bed him, by the end of the night it was likely that the child would already be concieved.
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"Lie on your stomach with your ass in the air" he ordered, and smirked as the other man did what he was told. He trailed his finger over the other man's pucker and was suprised to find that it was already well lubricated. "Were you so desperate to take in my cock that you couldn't be bothered to wait for me to prepare you?" he whispered in Loki's ear, when the slight man glared in retaliation he gave him a hard slap on the ass, "you should show me more respect". With that he suddenly forced his cock in.
The tears that this forced into Loki's eyes made him feel proud that he was the only one that had put the expression on the haughty god's face.
Then he began to move.
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He tried to remind himself that it was not his worst heat, he reminded himself that he had gone into heat just as the dwarves had finished sewing up his mouth and they had taken full advantage; and he had been the asgardian equivilent of thirteen when Sleipnir was concieved, desperately crying out for his father to come and save him, but the cries had been unanswered.
He really didn't want to be pregnant, at least not with this man's child, there was a certain... other person that he wouldn't mind going through the heat with, but they would never want him back so that didn't matter.
He really didn't want to have to take leave from work, he enjoyed work. Odin's Eyepatch! Just when he'd turned his life around, something like this just had to happen. He began to cry.
At this point, he even wished it had been the dwarves instead.
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Namor grabbed his arm hard and dragged him into the bathroom. He theorised that the bruises that were left would stay on his skin for at least three weeks. The other man forcefully pulled the zip of his trousers down and holding the test out for him to take.
Much to Loki's horror the test changed colour, indicating that he was pregnant, some small part of him had always hoped that if he spent too long without getting pregnant then Namor would assume that he had already been through menopause and leave him.
The Atlantean had gained a large grin as he stared at the pregnancy test, as the man dragged him closer and pressed a forceful kiss to his lips. Loki was too scared to even struggle.
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Atlantis was apparently in the middle of an international incident and Namor had been gone for nearly a week now, which was good because the other man had hardly stopped watching him since the pregnancy test out of fear that he would get an abortion.
Loki was actually enjoying spending time with the people he worked with, probably for the last time until the birth.
Thor had dared him into a drinking contest with a beverage that the man at the bar had referred to as a "Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster" which Loki was fairly certain was the closest to pure alcohol one could drink without convulsing on the floor.
One of the effects that the beverage seemed to have on him was that it appeared to cause a pseudo-heat in him and by the sixth such beverage he had somehow taken up a similarly inebrited Stark's offer of sitting in his lap and was now cheerfully grinding against him.
He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, "I think that I should take you home..." the man with the eyepatch said, in his drunken state Loki was having great difficulty putting names to faces and finally came out with.
"Very well, father, I shall adhere to your request..." he swayed a little in place.
"Yes, you definitely need to go home now".
Somewhere in Loki's drink addled mind he recognised that home was really not a safe place to be going in this state, particularly not at this time, so he whimpered desperately "Please no... I can't go back tonight" by this point he couldn't keep standing and fell foward into the warm pair of arms in front of arms in front of him, already sound asleep.
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He dreaded the thought of having to send another memo about alcohol to his employees, but every single year these drinking contests took place, it was amazing that there weren't more reports of liver failure from the medical division.
Taking a glance at the man resting his head on his shoulder, he realised that a Loki that was left on his own in his house would be a Loki that would attempt to cook midight breakfast and blow his house up, that or drunkenly summon dead kings, at least two members of the G8 had been incredibly pissed off that the Hundred Years War had apparently restarted without their knowledge the last time the god had gotten slightly tipsy.
With those thoughts in mind he got into his car, placing Loki in the passenger seat and started driving towards his own home.
After some time the god started to make small noises, and to Fury's horror it sounded like he was saying, "No... please... don't touch me...don't want your...children...no"
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He tried to remember anything about last night that could have led to him being in this position, but after Thor's attempt at starting some "Brotherly Bonding Time", which apparently was an endeavor which required them both to be completely pissed, there was absolutely nothing.
Luckily, the odd placement of his self at the moment meant that he didn't have to face the wrath of Namor for a while. The thought of how angry the other man would be if his drinking damaged his spawn.
At that moment the door opened and his employer stepped in, Loki awaited the start of the ineitable swearing tirade at his stupidity that was bound to come.
Instead what he got was: "How are you feeling?" Fury looked so incredibly awkward when he said that that Loki nearly burst out laughing.
He let a small smirk cross his face "Well... I have the most terrible headache..."
"Let me guess, like someone smashed your brains out with a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick?" Fury was actually smiling at him, that was odd.
"Well more like someone had shot the lemon-wrapped brick at me through a cannon, but I guess the sentiment is the same".
The other man had sat on the bed next to him, looking like he wanted to say something.
"Director Fury...?" Loki prompted.
The man pushed a stray piece of hair out of Loki's face, and slowly as if unsure of the words to say said "Are there any problems that you have that you might wish to talk about".
Loki stared in shock, quickly he wondered if he should tell the man that he was pregnant, but realising that that would only m ake the inevitable maternity leave sooner, then he would be alone. Making up his mind he spoke.
"Nothing that you should feel forced to concern yourself with".
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After several minutes had passed, Fury slowly got up, reaching out to pat Loki on the shoulder, before turning to leave the room.
However, a pained noise made him turn back, Loki was doubled over, clutching at his stomach.
Rushing back to the bed, Fury put his hand over the other mans. "What's wrong, are you hurt?" he whispered in a concerned voice.
Loki whimpered. "There was a baby..."
Horrifying pictures assembled themselves in Fury's mind. "We need to get you to a hospital, right now."
The other man started laughing hysterically, "If I go to a hospital, he'll find out".
Picking up the other man, Fury wrapped his arms around him tightly, "You just need to calm down", as the other man stared taking deep breaths he growled "who is the father?" Loki looked at him in fear, Fury instantly regretted his tone, the poor man was probably expecting him to hit him or something, Loki suddenly took a breath and spoke "...Namor".
Fury clenched his teeth but didn't speak, carrying the alien prince to his car for the second time in twelve hours.
Hours later, in the hospital, Loki slept, the doctors had been able to save the baby. Fury had sat by his side for hours, incase the father of the baby showed up, and now that he hadn't... well Fury was just going to go looking for him.
Before standing up he placed a kiss on the pale man's forehead. Then he quietly left the room.
Fury was going to kill that motherfucker
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"Did you hear about Carnage's humiliating defeat by the Child Avengers last week..." Doom smirked.
"Ah yes, I believe that we should not let that one go for several years". Namor laughed, "And Amora has taken at least six men into her bed this week, but as usual in such circumstances it is impossible to tell if she is actually planning anything".
"Speaking of taking people to bed, DOOM does not approve of your treatment of the trickster" Doom growled.
"Men who can't admit their homosexual attraction to the God of Mischief don't get to display disapproval" Namor smirked.
"You do realise that he has miscarried," Doom stated.
"And I can just impregnate him again, its not like the child would have any use for about twelve years".
Doom shot him a look that indicated that Namor would be thrown through the ceiling soon, however when the door to the room smashed open he simply teleported away.
Namor looked at an extremely pissed off looking director of S.H.I.E.L.D. with an expression of complete shock.
And that was when a fist hit his face.
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