Chapter 14
Sigyn
Bliss. That’s the first thought I have when I open my eyes, but crippling pain rips through my body. I curl into a fetal position, but it doesn’t alleviate the pain.
“Loki! I need a doctor,” I beg.
Loki scoffs. “Did you just ask a god to call a doctor?”
I can’t respond because another sharp pain takes my breath away. “What the fuck?”
“You’re in labor,” he explains, too cool for my liking. “Stop thinking like a mortal.”
Shit! This hurts! I don’t remember this level of pain.
Because your body is mortal.
Then why am I in labor four months pregnant.
Still thinking like a mortal. Gods don’t take nine months.
My eyes fly down to my protruding belly which is twice the size it was yesterday. More pain. My teeth sink into a pillow to keep from crying out.
Help me, Loki.
Much better.
I'll kill you.
Even sexier.
I find the strength to glare at my smirking husband. He didn't deliver our son, but I know he knows how. He rolls me to my back and slides his hand over my rotund belly. It calms the baby for a bit. Loki’s eyes glow green as he stares at my belly.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he continues to scan the baby.
“Checking out what's going on. Oh, boy.”
“Oh, boy? Oh, boy! What does that mean? Am I dying? Is this why it hurts so much? Is it the baby? Is he dying?”
Loki gives me a blank look. His expression tells me I’m being disruptive, but I can’t help the panic I’m beginning to feel. My body feels like it’s being ripped apart. It’s overwhelming.
“Calm down,” he cautions but I can feel myself begin to hyperventilate.
Reaching over, Loki taps my forehead and I fall into darkness.
∞∞∞
Serenity. I’m not in pain and everything is at peace. I bask in the feeling, loving being in this moment of absolute harmony. Slowly, the memory of the events prior to this moment return to my consciousness.
“Loki, put me down,” I tell him with my eyes still closed.
“I’m not holding you.”
He sounds far away but I feel the air around me. I know I’m no longer in bed. Opening my eyes, I find my nose about two inches away from the ceiling.
“Then what’s going on?”
“It’s called levitating.”
