Welcome to the second installment of this debacle of a mpreg. I suppose I should do some sort of introduction, but really, like with Man Nights for Assassin's Creed, this is just going to be a side project. I have a full time job, and I'm about to start college in a few weeks. I do want to clear somethings up before you get to the good part and forget about little ole me.
First, I did do the retelling of Sleipnir incorrectly. I'm sorry, kind reader. I'm usually a stickler for accuracy, but I need to adapt it for the time-being. Besides, Loki is a liesmith. He could have easily told it in his own words to (I don't know) ease Tony's mind? I'll get back to you on that.
Second, this has no set plot. I'm making it up as I go. Inspire me, please. I love feedback and playing off of my audience.
Third, if you have any tips or plot ideas, review or PM me. I'll give you credit if I use your suggestion in this drabble fest.
Fourth, here's a blanket disclaimer: I do not own this universe or these characters nor will I own them any time in the near future. This is a fanmade, slightly AU version of the Avengers set at least three years after the end of the recent movie.
Enjoy!
"Do you have to leave now?" Tony whined, desperately pressing his face into the side of Loki's neck. The god of mischief leaned his head to the side to allow the man access as he ran a brush through his slowly drying hair.
"Do not complain," he commanded with a smirk. Green eyes met with brown in the still slightly fogged mirror. Both men stood naked before it, relishing in the lingering steam from their shared shower. It was simply amazing that the others had not learned of their coupling. Dr. Banner, of course, knew because of their mutual friendship and Thor as well, but the rest of the Avengers were left in the dark.
"But Brucey gets you all to himself today," Tony pouted, acting like the overgrown child he was so often accused of being, "and I have to face the god of thunder…alone."
"He is handing Mjolnir to me before I leave, and I promised him that you would refrain from wearing the suit."
Tony was not convinced. Thor was overprotective of Loki on a good day. After finding out his little liesmith was impregnated by the least liked human hero, the raging, blond hammer-wielder was likely to be pissed, if not murderous. Even without his weapon, the god could easily crush a tank, much less the unarmed Iron Man.
"Can't you go with Bruce tomorrow?" Tony switched back to begging, punctuating each word with a kiss to the god's neck.
"For tomorrow I have promised to assist Bruce with some sort of exercise and meditation program. Yoga, I believe it is called." Loki pushed Tony away, erasing his pout with a tap on the human's ass and a peck on the lips, and sauntered into their shared closet. "Besides," he called out from his rack of pressed silk shirts, "the man needs a proper suit. Have you seen the rags he attempts to call clothes? Even the captain has better style than he."
Tony laughed as he watched his pregnant lover flit about the closet, dressing quickly, almost dancing his way around the crowded space—Tony supposed he should try to discourage Loki's shopping habit, but this was too cute to disallow. Once fully clothed, the dark-haired god strutted out into the bathroom to model in front of the full length mirror. Pleased with his appearance, he released the wardrobe into the care of the billionaire before prancing out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
Natasha prided herself in her ability to actually wake up in the mornings. Unlike Clint, who rarely crawled out from under the covers until nearly eleven o'clock, Agent Romanov was bright eyed much closer to seven-thirty. Of course the biggest obstacle for her in the morning was arriving at the kitchen before the god of mischief. The blue eyed liesmith had lived with the Avengers for nearly a year, and Natasha still did not know where he slept. However, this did not appear to be the fateful morning when she finally figured out the mystery.
Loki, clothed in black skinny jeans, a green silk button up, and suspenders, hummed as he filled a kettle at the sink. His general cheerfulness that morning showed in his socked feet as he tapped his toes to the rhythm of whatever song he was singing—it sounded somewhere between a folk and a tango, but Natasha couldn't be sure—and his small smile that seemed to brighten his pale face.
"Good morning, Agent Romanov," the god of mischief's cheery voice rang out. He didn't bother to look at her. After several months of her watching his every move, he was quite accustomed to the routine they shared.
"Good morning, Loki," the spy replied, entering the gourmet kitchen fully. "Will you be cooking for us today, or would you rather I take over?" The two had traded off preparing meals for the team, with Steve adding his own interludes occasionally.
"I'll release the meal to your care, my dear, if you will allow me to make myself some tea," Loki replied diplomatically, cutting off the water.
Natasha nodded, lifting the kettle from the god's fingers to place it on the stove. "Do you want anything in particular?" she asked kindly. She couldn't say she fully trusted the rehabilitated trickster, but she found she enjoyed his personality.
"No, tea is fine."
The spy's brow knotted for a moment; Loki never turned down an opportunity to eat her food. She tossed the thought away though as she turned back to the cabinets and began preparing breakfast in silence.
The two never said a word, even when Loki invaded the cooktop for a moment to pour the hot water into his cup. By the time Tony Stark had migrated in, the spy had produced a plate full of fresh sausages, and Loki was eyeing them with a disgusted expression.
"You okay, Laufeyson?" Tony asked, trying his best to keep up appearances as his lover turned green. Loki didn't answer, instead bolted from his spot at the bar and dashed to the closest bathroom.
"He's seems off today," the redhead noted objectively. Tony gave a nod as he followed his older lover, careful to close the door behind him to mask the retching sounds.
Loki was kneeling over the toilet, practically hugging the seat as he lost any food left from the day before. One shaky hand came to rest over his abdomen as he vomited once more. Tony held his chin-length, black hair out of his face, trying to be helpful. With a final convulsion and a cough, the god frowned at his human lover.
"I blame you for this," he said with a growl, standing up shakily. "No. Don't kiss me until I rinse my mouth." Tony leaned away from his previous advance, watching as the trickster spat the remaining bile into the sink. Fearing Loki's anger, the billionaire simply placed a hand on the elder's shoulder, pleased when the god leaned into the touch. "If the others notice my absence from breakfast, they will begin to ask questions," Loki pointed out as he straightened from his hunch.
"They will need to know anyways," Tony replied, wrapping his arms around his much taller lover's waist. "Besides they need to become used to the idea of us before we drop the big bomb on them."
"I thought we weren't allowed to kill the Avengers."
"It's a human saying, love."
Loki huffed. "I'll figure something out."
Breakfast had begun and ended without much excitement, though Loki did choose to sit as far away from any cooked meats as possible. Natasha had watched him throughout in case he grew sick again. Tony, as usual, had sat beside him and held his hand while the trickster tried his best to eat some toast with Nutella.
No one commented when Loki Laufeyson happily led Bruce Banner away from the safety of the Avengers' Tower, though the god's skipping and the doctor's fell countenance sent shivers down several spines. What set Clint, Natasha, and Steve on their current objective was the look on Thor Odinson's face when he asked Tony Stark to speak with him in private. The god of thunder was clearly angered by something, and by the look on the billionaire's countenance, he either knew or had caused the trouble.
This was precisely why the trio snuck into Director Fury's office to watch the conversation on one of the many video monitor's placed in and around the tower. Clint, at first, began to comment on the obvious lack of trust the director had in them, but Natasha elbowed him in the ribs as she turned the volume up.
On the screen, both men stood silently, awkwardly, arms crossed tightly on their chests.
"I really should bury Mjolnir in your skull and leave it at that," Thor suddenly announced. The three Avengers gasped at his apparent viciousness.
"I don't expect any different," Tony replied, resigned. "Why haven't you?"
"Loki would kill me," the god told him. Silence reigned again as Thor glared at a sheepish Tony.
"I've never seen him look so guilty before," a voice murmured behind the trio gathered at the monitor.
"Come to watch the show, Pep?" Natasha grinned at the other redhead.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Tony shifted under the god's gaze, uncrossing his arms to dust off nonexistent dust from his jeans. Thor continued to watch him without speaking. After several more minutes of this, the billionaire sighed heavily. "Look," he said, "I would say 'I'm sorry', but I'm not. This is a blessing, is it not?"
"My brother shan't say that in a few months' time."
"He wants this. You know he does. I want this as well. I'll help him with this."
They seemed to reach a silent agreement not to mention what "this" was. The feeling of unwanted eyes on them urged discretion.
"I do not approve of your hiding this from me. If you cross me again, midgardian, this Son of Odin will not hesitate to have your head," Thor looked away, resigning the conversation. Tony turned to walk away. "Metal Man," Thor called, still not looking at the human. "Take care of them."
"I will," Tony promised.
"How much longer until Tony calls you, crying like a little girl?" Bruce joked as yet another pair of slacks was thrust into his laden arms. "And how are you going to pay for this?" he gasped when he finally caught sight of one of the price tags that Loki was trying to make sure was hidden from the scientist's view.
"I'd give it another five minutes," Loki smiled, fingering a royal blue sports coat. "And do not fret; I begged the credit card off of Tony last night."
"Begged or bargained?" Bruce joked, relieved when the liesmith left the colorful jacket for something a bit more traditional.
"Think about whether or not you want me to answer that," the god of mischief grinned salaciously. Bruce chuckled nervously, waving the taller man away.
"Forget I asked," he said. Loki opened his mouth to say something, most likely perverse, but suddenly the god's phone rang.
"Bad Girlfriend?"
"Silence, human," the god snapped lightly. His tone turned husky as he answered the call with a "Hello, my love."
The man on the other end sighed heavily, "I'm glad to hear that you haven't made Banner angry enough to Hulk out."
"I can turn off the pranks," Loki replied, shooing the good doctor into a dressing room. He collapsed into one of the chairs conveniently placed around the stalls. "How goes it with my brother?"
"We talked. I don't know how much was resolved. The others, I think, were trying to listen in."
Loki scoffed, "I suppose we will need to tell the children the truth before the mystery implodes in their pitiful skulls." He laughed at himself for a moment, happy when Tony joined in as well.
When he sighed tiredly, Tony paused mid-laugh and worriedly asked, "Are you alright, Loki? You don't sound well."
The trickster muttered, "I'm fine" as Bruce finally stepped out of the changing stall. The god of mischief let out a low whistle. "We're definitely getting that one."
"Does the doctor look hot?"
"He looks amazing if that's what you mean."
"Let me guess: Tony asked if I was attractive?"
"I suppose I'm not accustomed to these midgardian phrases."
Bruce Banner modeled the dark grey three piece in front of the three way mirror, unsure if he liked the suit on his figure. "Are you sure this is fine?" he asked, adjusting the cuffs on the button up underneath.
"Dear doctor, I do not think it could be any more perfect for you," Loki gushed while his boyfriend chuckled over the phone. "When have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?"
"When you kidnapped S.H.E.I.D's best archer, sic'd a raging alien army on me, and tried to take over the world," Bruce countered jokingly.
"In the last eleven months then," the liesmith grinned, not offended at all. Tony whispered something lascivious over the line that turned the grin evil. "If you are done," Loki called to Bruce, "my lover needs me…now."
The billionaire groaned as he was pressed harder into the wall. The god kneeling before Tony shushed him before discarding the jeans entrapping his legs. They had minutes before they were missed though, and Loki was moving too slow. He carefully lifted Loki by the chin so that the taller was standing. They kissed heatedly, pressing against each other. With the little time they had left, they couldn't do anything too proper, just roll their hips together in rhythm, hoping that no one found them in Tony's little used—for science—corner of his worship.
Both peaked quickly, leaning into the body before them. With lazy smiles, they kissed, separating only to find their strewn clothes. Once fully dressed, Tony grazed his hand against Loki's stomach, whispering his love to the god. Uncaring if anyone saw, Loki held the human to him.
The clicking of a camera roused them, and the former villain lifted his eyes to three familiar faces, gawking at the couple.
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