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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.”