A/N: his first chapter takes place almost exactly one year later from the end of Unseen Curve.
I don't own The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.
Tony pulled the small jacket over Key's arms as she sat on the couch. She looked at him, twitching her nose a little. Tony leaned forward and nipped her nose with his lips and she let out a surprised squeak before putting her hands over her nose. He chuckled and snapped some of the buttons on the jacket before he stood up and grabbed his last layer of clothing to put on himself. He had started with an undershirt, a long sleeve thermal shirt, a t-shirt on over that, a track jacket and then his padded long winter jacket.
One year old Aurora Keyri had watched her Daddy getting dressed with interest, until he started to get her dressed, putting her in the restrictive jacket. Tony picked her up from the couch, tucking her against his side before heading outside the balcony. "Your father should have left a little door for us before he left, or else he's going to be in a lot of trouble."
Tony could feel the lingering energy from the spell that Loki had left and secretly felt a little bit of relief; he did not want to try and figure out to get to Jotunheim on his own. Also Emma and Dani would probably murder him slowly, have Anya bring him back, only to murder him again for missing their wedding.
They walked through the rift and Tony felt the bite of cold on his nose right away as they appeared in the palace gardens. He felt Key shiver in his arm and she turned into his jacket, gripping it with her hands. "Col'," she mumbled quietly into the jacket. At one she was still quiet, hardly crying, and being generally more well behaved than any of her other siblings. Tony was immensely pleased with this.
"It seems that one of our children finally takes after you." Tony looked over and saw Loki standing there, a smirk on his blue face and a smile in his red eyes. "She's actually cold and didn't turn blue."
"Well, it's about time, honestly." Tony pulled his wide scarf out from under his jacket and layered it over Key, making her let out a soft giggle when he dropped the fringed end over her face. "We aren't too late are we?" He noticed that Loki was already in his royal attire, ceremonial crown in place.
"Just in time to take all of those clothes off to get dressed in the clothes that you hate." Tony let out a little groan and they headed inside the castle. "Melisande is all ready to take her duties as tiny ringbearer, and I'm sure that Fay is wondering just how involved she might want to be with our son." Tony raised an eyebrow at his husband. "She's about as cold as you get." Tony snorted and smirked.
"Good, I'm not the only one." They walked into their room for Tony and Key to get changed as Loki rolled his eyes. Tony handed the the little girl to her Father to get dressed while he looked at his own clothes, golden circlet sitting next to it. Tony wrinkled his nose as he quickly started to take off all his layers, wanting to get into the charmed clothes quickly to stay warm. He greatly disliked looking royal, specially when for once he wasn't trying to be the center of attention at a gathering.
"Feel like watching the little big for a second?" Tony said as he pulled on the final piece to his outfit.
"Going to get your tears on your daughter's wedding dress?" Loki asked as he pulled little boots onto Key's feet. She kicked her one booted foot around, watching the ice crystals on it catch the light. She enjoyed the warmth sealed clothes.
"You know it." Tony kissed hs cheek, grabbing the circlet and letting it hang around his wrist. "And to see what she has to say about my hair." Loki let out a little laugh as Tony left. Tony thought he would surprise Emma and Dani with a hair cut. It was still long, but not nearly as long as he had let it grow over the years. He could no longer pull it back and tie it, but was still able to tuck it behind his ears if he wanted.
Tony adjusted his blue colored glasses (because something Had to be blue on him in Jotunheim since it wasn't his skin) and he knocked on the door he stopped in front of, throwing his circlet on at the last moment. The door clicked open and he grinned, kissing Kaia's cheek. "Hello my first born."
"Last minute as usual?" She raised an amused eyebrow.
"Hush," he swatter her shoulder and stepped inside. "I reserve my right as father to the bride, and King consort." He stepped past Kaia and looked over at Emma as she finished pinning up a piece of her hair. Her hair was covered in jewels and ice crystals, pinned up to fan out around her head. Tony held out his arms and pulled her into his arms. "And here you are, the princess I always spoiled you as."
Emma laughed and grinned at him before reaching out to play with the end of his hair. "You cut your hair for me. I think that might be the best present I'll get." She had on a green dress that complimented her blue skin very well, with a length of matching fabric wrapped around her waist and over her shoulder. There was a sheer green veil hanging by the bed that matched the dress; both had jewels and ice sewn into them. Tony could already see that he was going to lose some of his manliness when he saw her getting married later.
"If you're not careful, I'll grow it out again." He kissed her forehead before grabbing the silver tiara on the dressing table and slipping it on her head. "Does Dani know just what we're giving her? Cause she better appreciate it." Emma rolled her eyes with a smile.
If Tony thought that the ice pillars for the ceremony were something to behold, he was blown away by everything down in the main hall for the reception. Loki had worked together with the Ice Nymphs to create some enchanted ice sculptures, including the ice carriages that took most of the guests from the ceremony back to the palace. There were moving sculptures of birds, dancers, and even instruments. There were detailed archways made of ice and every table had a small sculpture tailored to the theme of the Realm that guests hailed from.
"I think I'm most impressed that the royal coffers were not touched in creating this grand spectacle." Tony jumped and almost spied his drink when the deep voice spoke from behind him. He turned quickly, eyes a little wide, facing a smirking Utgard-Loki.
"You just Live to scare me witless, don't you?" Tony accused as he tried to calm his heart down.
"I admit, it is a small perverse pleasure that I draw from it." He toasted his glass with Tony's before taking a drink. "I am impressed though."
"Well, I have plenty of money back in Midgard, and Loki somehow managed to convert some of that to the local currency here." Tony said after he taken a slightly more generous drink from his glass. "Back there there's a very old tradition that the Father of the bride pay for the wedding, or at least help. And if this family is well off, why have the Kingdom pay for it?"
"The people wouldn't have minded," he told Tony. "She is a well loved monarch, with her newly wed partner just as popular with the citizens."
"Now she can be even more loved as they realize that we happily invested back into the market and business."
"I admit that I had underestimated you all those years ago when you appeared to ask my help," Utgard-loki admitted and Tony raised an eyebrow. "A tiny Midgardian as yourself has helped improve our Realm in a way that the people had all but thought impossible. Jotunheim flourishes more than it has in centuries." He lifted his glass and Tony returned the gesture. "Blessings onto the Royal family, and their day of celebration." Tony nodded his head with a smile and they both took a drink.
If someone had told Tony years ago, after becoming Iron Man for the first time, that he would eventually be toasting with Giants at a Royal wedding, with his family no less, he would have said that maybe they needed to lay off of the alcohol more than he did. But here he was, having watched his second daughter get married, watching his alien husband with their youngest as he socialized, showing her off, and toasting with a man that had almost killed him nearly 20 years previous. His life would never be boring, of that he was sure.