Title: Second Chance

Chapter: 2

Author: SomethingIDontknow

Rating: M (For the kink loving use of mpreg (Male pregnancy), and actual smut.)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, they belong to Marvel

Author's Note: Sorry about that accidental early publish, pretties, I'm not firing on all cylinders at the moment. Now, here's the real, official version. A big Many Thanks, to Ferix79 for some Beta work and a kickstart review. All the rest of you review inclined pretties, (defying gravity10, mo person, chertovvrach, Autobot Firekat, Lya K, fan girl 666, MarineLvr84, and diabolusfetura) I'm grateful for your support and send hypothetical karma cookies to you all. Thank you for giving us this chance.

Clint slept that night in Loki's bed.

The blonde had Loki cuddled against his side, the slender man clinging to his chest with silent desperation. He woke to a mess of raven hair spilled across his shoulder. One thin arm was tossed across his chest. Loki's free hand was holding Clint's, their intertwined hands resting on his abdomen.

For a while, Clint just watched the ceiling, admittedly much more interesting than his own back at Stark Tower. He rubbed small circles into the soft cotton of Loki's nightshirt with the pad of his thumb. The sun was just coming up, the low light beginning to stream into the bedroom through a window in the sitting room. Clint watched a bar of light move up the bed, flowing over the contours of their bodies intertwined under the light summer sheets. Loki breathed deeply, a soft sigh following. He looked up at Clint, blinking sleepily as a slow smile spread over his face. "Gods, this must be the best way in the universe to wake up." Loki murmured, the hand on Clint's chest rising to cup his cheek. Clint leaned into the gentle caress with a smile.

Quite suddenly, Loki's smile vanished. "Thank you," He whispered, "Thank you so much for staying with me." Clint returned his caress, leaning down for a quick kiss.

"There is nowhere else I'd rather be." He said quietly, searching green eyes for acceptance.

"I can only be grateful." Loki smiled thinly, leaning up for a second kiss.

"Not only is it my responsibility, it's my honor, Loki." Clint denied him the kiss, instead pulling him to lie down again, running his fingers through raven hair, "This... I never expected this. I used to dream about it, growing up. Falling in love and having a family. But I knew i wasn't going to be allowed such a perfect life, not after my parents died. It kinda makes sense that we end up together. Like, even something so wonderful has to take the long, painful way around. And… I'm afraid. I'm afraid that even this is gonna be difficult. But... but if it means i get you and our child and a real family, i think i can do anything." Clint's blue eyes watched Loki for a reaction.

The god was looking at him with something shocked and a little bit awed in his expression. "Oh Clint."

The archer stopped him with a fingertip to his lips. "I won't kiss you until you say something for me." Pouting, Loki agreed. "I want you, I want all of this. But need you to swear to me you'll never leave me, never betray me. I need to know that what happened then will never happen again. I need this to be real and permanent, not a trick of your whim."

Loki might have been offended had it come from anyone else. But it was Clint. The young man was looking at him with such intensity, resolved to have his response, frightened of being rejected. "I swear to you, Clint Barton, that I, Loki- Laufeyson, will never betray or be parted from you. I swear to protect you and our child to the fullest extent of my ability." Loki murmured as he wrapped his arms around the human, pressing them close.

"Thank you." Clint said weakly, a great worry lifted from his heart.

They were only words, but they meant everything.

They lay together a while longer, until the sunlight began to bother Clint's eyes.

"We should get up."

Clint smiled down at Loki, mischief in those blue eyes. "And if I've got a better idea?"

The god grinned up at him. "You do have such good ideas."

Catching the edge of the sheet, Clint pulled it up over his head as he dove down. Loki laughed for a full two seconds before he choked on the sound, fisting the sheets as he threw back his head and moaned.

Under the sheet, Clint barely stifled his own laugh. Admittedly, he was helped by the cock now filling his mouth.

He had loved doing this for his lover before and the small curve of Loki's belly against his cheek, knowing what it was, made the experience just a little bit more erotic.

"Clint, oh-" Loki moaned, one shaking hand managing to find the blonde under the blankets. Clint said nothing, being otherwise occupied with going down on his lover, but slid one hand down his own body, fisting himself hard.

It didn't take long from there.

Loki seemed even more sensitive than usual, and after just a few minutes of stimulation, was crying out as he came down Clint's throat. The archer came as well, even as he drank his lover's seed. It wasn't the most powerful orgasm either had ever experienced, but as far as spur of the moment, early morning blowjobs went, it was fantastic.

Clint wiped his hand discretely on the hem of his sleeping pants before peeking playfully from under the sheet, laughing at his lover's flustered blush. "You're welcome." he purred, nuzzling into Loki's shoulder, an arm across his chest.

"You've sapped my will to rise!" Loki moaned, tossing an arm over his head dramatically.

"I dunno," Clint winked, a hand sliding down again, "You might have another one in you-"

"Gods, Clint, no!"

A young girl in a plain white smock, arms wrapped around a brown paper package, knocked on their door mere minutes after they finished washing up from their morning's activities. Clint answered with usual spy-like suspicion.

"It is Adelita," Loki admonished him, letting the girl enter, "A young seamstress I found for our, shall we say, situation." Adelita curtsied as she entered. With long red hair twisted up into two teddy bear buns, and pale blue eyes, she wasn't like any Asgardian Clint had seen before.

"I have a first fitting of the new clothing you ordered, Prince Loki." She held out the package. "I'll need to mark any adjustments before they're finished, would you mind?"

"Of course not," Loki smiled gently, gesturing for her to follow to the sitting room. Clint watched curiously from a couch as the girl helped her prince undress. Certainly they had spent the morning in intimacy, but Clint hadn't watched Loki dress for bed the night before.

He deeply regretted it.

He was easily entranced by those slender fingers slipping easily over small buttons, the pale green silk parting to expose smooth white flesh. Positively titillating. As the last button was loosed, Clint was graced with his first real sight of his and Loki's creation. The swell of Loki's belly was still small, but accentuated by his normally flat torso. Just a bump, barely pushing out the front of his fitted tunics, but it meant the world to Clint.

Adelita took Loki's shirt as he slid it off his shoulders, turning away as she folded it. Hooking his thumbs into the waist of his pants, the slender young god began easing down his slacks. It took Clint a full ten seconds to realize what was happening. He closed his mouth and met Loki's gaze. The raven was smirking at him, a very clear I dare you in his gaze. Clint was halfway there when Adelita began opening the paper wrapped package, loudly. He glanced over to find the girl fumbling the string tie, her face bright red, very pointedly not looking at the pair. Clint raised an eyebrow and mouthed, no. Smirking back, Loki rolled his hips forward and began sliding down his pants, revealing an inch of jutting hip bones, lower and lower...

Adelita coughed, lips pursed in a small frown.

"Here's a simple tunic, if you could try this first?"

"Of course." Loki's voice was velvet and Clint could feel himself bristling. The little minx.

Adelita began making her adjustments quickly, apparently aware of Clint's death stare on her back. She seemed to relax easily into her work, however, the tight line of her shoulders smoothing as her fingers fiddled with seams and picked and pinned. She didn't speak much, focused as she was, mostly inquiring as to how comfortable this bit was, or how free moving the sleeves felt. Loki, who usually preferred that people didn't touch him unnecessarily, took her physical manipulation in stride. He raised his arm when she pushed against it and permitted her hands down his shoulders and back. "Maybe a little more, um, loose?" Loki asked at one point, smoothing down the front.

"Of course, we could loosen it at the throat as well, the whole think will look a little more draped on, if that's alright." Adelita stood from her kneeling position beside him to pull the shoulder seams forward. "Like this?"

"Yes, I like that." She smiled and Clint swallowed a possessive growl at her bold familiarity.

The trouser fitting was by far the most awkward (and most unnecessarily hands on, as far as Clint was concerned) but Loki didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was rather preening under all the attention.

The seamstress was folding a hem very intently, a bundle of pins between her lips, bobbing as she sat back to examine her work. "How's that look?" she asked, glancing back at Clint.

"Great, looks great."

He hadn't even glanced down.

"Sir?"

Clint met her eyes. "Yes?"

"I'm not trying to grope your boyfriend." He quirked an eyebrow. "You've been trying to stare me down since I started pinning and i just wanted you to know I'm not trying to harass him."

"She has a point, Clinton."

"And you." Adelita shook her finger at Loki, "You shouldn't tease him with company here!" The raven laughed, offering her a hand to help her to her feet.

"I was hoping you'd be someone who could handle herself." Folding Adelita's hands in his, Loki gave Clint a meaningful look. "We have something you specifically need to know."

Looking between the pair, Adelita frowned, helping Loki out of his pin riddled slacks before taking the seat Clint offered with a little hesitation. "What could I possibly need to know?" she asked. Loki found his hand straying back to rest on his tummy as he refastened his sleeping pants.

"Well, these wont be the only alterations we're going to be needing for a while yet." Clint began gently.

Just a few minutes later, Adelita was staring at them, open mouthed. "Surely you've done work like this before." Clint insisted, "It's not so different from any other maternity clothing."

"Of course, I've done work like this before." Adelita murmured, "Just never for a prince."

"It's no different." Loki smiled softly, "If you would rather not, I'll understand, but I really hope you will."

"Of course I will." Adelita smiled back, "I accept your challenge." Clint offered his hand and the girl took it.

"This means a lot, your whole, not freaking out." He laughed, "We're going to be facing a lot of people less accepting than you."

"It's a shock, to be sure, but isn't it romantic?" Adelita's smile was just a little dreamy.

"I like to think so." Loki stood and led her to the door, "Thank you so much."

"It's an honor, my prince." Adelita curtsied again, the pinned clothing wrapped in paper again and held to her chest, "I'll get back to you as soon as I can. And you," She turned to Clint, "Next time, we fit you too." The archer raised both hands in surrender and Loki laughed.