[Lovebite]

It wasn't going well at all, he wasn't dialating enough for the first child and the pain wasn't getting any better or worse, just a steady on and off clinching of his stomach and back. The god of mischief wasn't aware of the mortals movement until his finger was breaching him and he cried out softly into the flesh of Stark's leg. "Hurts."He whimpered quietly, almost inaudible as he struggled not to panic from the lack of progress, the fingers not going very far. The force of the child and the cramps made his canal tight, and that would be good if he wasn't trying to push out the results of their copulation together. Their child.