Title: I'll Always Come For You
Characters: Loki/Tony
Rated M for SLASH!
Summary: So the Avengers happened. A year or so later, Loki & Tony have settled into a comfortable life with their infant son. But this is Loki we're talking about. Things can't stay that way for long.
A/N FrostIron is my OTP, and my obsession, so I thought I'd try my hand at a fic. I'm not claiming it's good, but it's here. Story takes place a year or so after the Avengers, so the relationship is established, but the beginnings will be told through memories/flashbacks(in italics). Hopefully that doesn't bug you!
Dedicated to a very good friend who Tony and Loki were kind enough to name their son after.
- I'll Always Come For You - Chapter 1
In the dimly lighted room, Tony looked down into those deep blue eyes, dark and rich and very sleepy. They blinked a few times and then closed with a small sigh, which Tony answered with one of his own. He would never get tired of watching him fall asleep. He stayed there for a few minutes longer, watching the slow rise and fall of a sleeping chest, his fingers gently caressing the soft dark brown hair. It wasn't until he felt a hand gently press into his shoulder that he realized he should probably place the baby in his crib to sleep. He was loathe to do so, but he knew his attentions were desired elsewhere.
Cradling the slumbering infant, he stood slowly and carried him to his bed. Like most of the furnishings Tony Stark owned, the crib was sleek and modern in style. Expensive, made of dark wood, with the best dark green Egyptian cotton sheets money could buy.. The whole room was done in a similar style. Rich browns mixed with gray and, of course, green. Splashes of bright colors in the artwork and toys were there because Tony had read that bright colors stimulated babies' brains. Tony had no doubt that this child needed no help in the brains department, but he wanted to make sure every opportunity was afforded him. And never one to shy away from self-promotion, shiny red letters, made from the same metal as his Iron Man suit, hung on the wall, spelling the baby's name: K-A-L-E-B.
Loki followed, watching closely as Tony laid the baby down. Chubby arms grabbed the air, feeling the loss of contact of his father, and Tony reached out to allow his finger to be grasped tightly. His heart soared and he smiled, reveling in this feeling that he never thought, in all his years, he'd ever feel. After a few moments, little fingers relaxed as the baby - his son - was soothed back to sleep. Tony was able to slip his hand away, and he turned to face Loki. A warm smile greeted him, and Loki nodded his head silently toward the door. Stealing one last glance at his child, Tony took Loki's hand and followed him out of the room.
No sooner was the door shut, than Tony found himself shoved roughly into the wall and pinned there by a slender, but muscular frame, cool lips at his ear.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me? I want nothing more than to throw you to the floor and have my way with you, but I cannot think those thoughts when you are being so. Damn. Sweet." The last few words were punctuated with kisses just behind Tony's ear, making him shiver.
"That would be your fault," said Tony, thinking he should be embarrassed for how his voice cracked, but not really caring very much anymore because those lips were now sucking on his earlobe and his knees were threatening to give out. Loki knew that was his weakness. Damn him! Then the taller man moved to kiss his mouth. Tony was grateful for Loki's hips pressing his against the wall because Loki was biting his lips and then his knees did buckle. Loki supported him, as he always did, and as always, they ended up in their bedroom, naked, sweating, and tangled in sheets.
Breathing heavily, but completely sated, Loki lay on Tony's shoulder and traced circles lightly around his always glowing arc reactor. "Why is it my fault?" he asked.
"Uh, why is what your fault?" Tony's brain had not regained functionality yet. It always took him a while to begin thinking normally after Loki was done with him.
"In the hall, outside the baby's room, you said it was my fault that you were being sweet."
Tony remembered then, and he tightened his arms around Loki. How could he explain it? Should he make a joke and dismiss the emotions behind it? That was his usual MO. He was shit at expressing his feelings, unless he was drunk and then everything came out too bluntly. How could Tony tell him that despite the untoward circumstances of their initial introduction, Loki had answered every single wish he had ever had? Even some that he had been unaware of. Could he make his partner understand how badly he feared repeating his own father's mistakes? How terrified he was that his son would spend even one second of his life questioning his father's love? And how, despite that paralyzing fear, he would never be able to thank Loki enough for giving him the opportunity to even have it to worry about?
"It's nothing," he finally replied with a sigh. "Let's just sleep." He was tired, and he knew Loki was too. Now was not the time to get into deep discussions about feelings. Sleep when the baby sleeps, that's what the books said. Tony took the time to read them, he was damn sure he was going to follow the advice they gave him.
Loki lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at Tony. But his expression carried no malice, and he couldn't stop the smile from creeping into it. "Very well...human," he added with a smirk.
"Hey, watch the name calling, Rudolph!" Tony said with mock hurt. Loki chuckled and laid his head back down, resuming the gentle caress of his fingers on Tony's chest. Tony let his mind wander as he felt the fingers slow down and finally come to a stop as his bedmate fell asleep. Sleep never came easy for Tony, though having Loki in his bed certainly helped. It was part of the curse of having a brain that functioned so efficiently. He was a genius, yes, but that also meant his thoughts were rarely quiet.
Usually, he'd turn to scotch to drown them out. But the past few months, since Kaleb's birth, he had cut back to the point that even Pepper was impressed with him. And that was saying a lot. Much had changed for Tony, and not just since he met his son. Actually, it started a long time before then. He hadn't known it at the time, but it changed as soon as he first set eyes, through his Iron Man mask, on Loki in Stuttgart. No, Tony thought, that was a lie. It had started the night before.
He kissed Pepper goodbye and watched, not without some dismay in his heart, as she left with "Phil." He liked Agent Coulson, but wasn't sure if he was happy about the camaraderie he and Pepper had apparently developed. Tony Stark did not like sharing. But he had other things to focus on right now, so he waved them off. Looking around at the projections hanging around the room, his head rolled a bit. Too much information to take in all at once, so he decided to focus on the screen that was closest to him.
The "Tesseract" was what the file called the glowing blue cube. Tony plucked the hologram out and examined it, turning it in his hand, thinking how much the glow was so familiar to him. He placed the cube back in the hologram, and looked up at the top part of his screen. His breath caught in his chest. There was a photo of the man who was charged with taking the Tesseract. Loki, according to SHIELD's records. Tony could see dark circles under the man's eyes, and to be honest, he looked terrible. Still, something about him drew Tony's eye in. He called up the other photos stored in the file. Huh, Tony thought. He pulled up the intel and skimmed through it once, then again more slowly. Reading everything. Thor's brother, God of Mischief and Lies, killed some agents, took a few others hostage with some sort of mind control. Tony absorbed everything he read, but there was so much missing. The file did not say anything about why Loki was doing all this. There must be a reason, and though Tony did not understand it, he wanted to know it.
"Sir, perhaps you should spend some time reading up on the rest of the data?" came JARVIS's cool and collected voice. Tony jumped, not even realizing he had been staring at Loki's information for nearly an hour.
"Right. Thanks J." With a flick of his finger, he swept clear the screen in front of him and pulled up the next file. It was going to be a long night.
Yes, if he was honest with himself, something in him had been altered that night. It went unnoticed at the time, and did not affect his ability to kick Loki's ass the next day in Stuttgart. Tony smiled at that memory and finally felt himself drift off into sleep, arms wrapped tightly around Loki.
It couldn't have been more than a few hours later that the shrill cries of an unhappy Kaleb sounded from the monitor next to the bed. It jarred Tony from sleep and he groaned, already missing the deep slumber he'd been in. Reaching out his arm, he felt no body next to him. Loki must have gotten up to attend to the baby. Smiling at how much Loki cared for their son, he rolled back over and waited, listening to the monitor for Loki's voice to start soothing the baby. A few minutes later, he still only heard cries. Tony sat up, his heart beating a bit faster.
"JARVIS, where is Loki?" he called out.
"Loki is not currently on the premises, sir." The answer made Tony's blood run cold.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, jumping out of the bed and heading down the hall toward the Kaleb's room. Loki had not disappeared in nearly a year now. Not since he finally agreed that staying with Tony, and building the family that they had been surprised with, was what he truly wanted. "Shit, shit, shit!" Tony cursed under his breath again. He had a bad feeling, but he swallowed it down. Baby first, then sound the alarm.
To be continued, soon!
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