"I know. I'm so, so sorry," he cooed. "It just hurts me that you don't tell me what's bothering you. I love how round and soft you are, Lo, but I can't enjoy it if you're hurting. I'd rather have you thin and happy than heavy and unhappy,"
Loki hiccuped and sighed. "She died because of me. My mother. 'You might wanna take the stairs to the left.' I led them right to her. Might as well have slain her myself. So I eat. And the more I eat, the heavier I get. The heavier I get, the more interest you show. I need comfort. From you. From the food. I just need something to fill up that emptiness. The food helps me sleep, too. It's easy for me to eat until I pass out," he explained quietly. Tony sat silently, listening intently, sympathetically. "Those first few...I don't know-days, weeks, months-after her death," he trailed off. "Those were the hardest. I'd have nightmares so I wouldn't sleep. I wouldn't eat. Finally, I got so hungry I couldn't resist and gorged myself on whatever it was the guard brought to my cell. My belly swelled up and dreamless sleep took me. It was then that I began associating food with comfort," he finished, looking up at Tony, bracing himself for ridicule. "I've never told anyone that before. I just wish it didn't have to get to this point for you to notice me because, Anthony, I literally cannot move right now,"
Tony snuggled up next to the bloated god and nibbled all over his swollen tummy, helping him forget his fullness. "I'm so sorry, Lo. You forgive me?"
"Rub my belly until I fall asleep and I'll think about it," he pouted, yawning.
"Gladly. But we're talking about this some more when you wake up. You're not alone in dealing with this anymore," Tony replied with a smile, kissing Loki's belly gently.
"I know. I'm so, so sorry," he cooed. "It just hurts me that you don't tell me what's bothering you. I love how round and soft you are, Lo, but I can't enjoy it if you're hurting. I'd rather have you thin and happy than heavy and unhappy,"
Loki hiccuped and sighed. "She died because of me. My mother. 'You might wanna take the stairs to the left.' I led them right to her. Might as well have slain her myself. So I eat. And the more I eat, the heavier I get. The heavier I get, the more interest you show. I need comfort. From you. From the food. I just need something to fill up that emptiness. The food helps me sleep, too. It's easy for me to eat until I pass out," he explained quietly. Tony sat silently, listening intently, sympathetically. "Those first few...I don't know-days, weeks, months-after her death," he trailed off. "Those were the hardest. I'd have nightmares so I wouldn't sleep. I wouldn't eat. Finally, I got so hungry I couldn't resist and gorged myself on whatever it was the guard brought to my cell. My belly swelled up and dreamless sleep took me. It was then that I began associating food with comfort," he finished, looking up at Tony, bracing himself for ridicule. "I've never told anyone that before. I just wish it didn't have to get to this point for you to notice me because, Anthony, I literally cannot move right now,"
Tony snuggled up next to the bloated god and nibbled all over his swollen tummy, helping him forget his fullness. "I'm so sorry, Lo. You forgive me?"
"Rub my belly until I fall asleep and I'll think about it," he pouted, yawning.
"Gladly. But we're talking about this some more when you wake up. You're not alone in dealing with this anymore," Tony replied with a smile, kissing Loki's belly gently.
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