Khan looked down across his empire. He had always wanted earth, but now he had so much more. A whole nine worlds. He had heard of Loki as a child. Had the stories fed to him, had always liked him best out of all the mythical gods. And here he was, lowly human, with a god for a husband. He knew he was great, the greatest even, and with Loki by his side he took earth, and then everywhere else.
Loki gave him blood transfusions to keep Khan young. Not immortal, no - No one should live forever - but enough so that he lived as long as the Asgardian.
They had wanted children, heirs to their empire, so had mixed both of their genetics into a fine cocktail with others deemed worthy - Asgardians, other Augments - and had made various pregnant women on earth take the injection, and see what came out. Loki wasn't into 'designing' babies, as he put it. But it did come out with some great results.
Bo's birth parents had been clever, and realised not long after the injection that their baby was going to be different. Her mother gave birth at home and soon afterward had dumped her in the forest near their home. But she had been strong.
They found out something was wrong when a nurse went to visit her parents and there was no bump and no baby. Khan was the one that found her, sleeping in the corpse of a wolf she had killed herself. When he killed her parents she giggled in his arms, and clapped her chubby hands that were dirty and covered in blood. He had smiled at her then, and knew he had made the right decision in choosing her to be an heir. As he walked away from the mess of her parents house he turned and looked on, disgusted. Anyone that would murder their own child deserved to die a most horrendous death.
Bo had grown quickly. By the age of one she could swing a sword and fire a phaser perfectly almost every time. She wasn't very girly to say the least, preferring to wear black or green like her fathers, and her hair was always loose and matted. She detested skirts. Her wet nurse despaired when she would come back to the nursery with blood all over her face and animals that she had caught in the forests outside Asgard as presents. Khan would just laugh, accept the gift, give her a bath and then either he or Loki would read her a bedtime story. Loki would have the heads of the bigger animals she caught mounted and hung in the throne room, much like normal parents would put their child's drawing on the fridge.
They found Pavel when Bo was three and he five. He had slipped through the net a little as as a baby he wasn't anything special. But how his parents had boasted about him. When they caught wind of the genius Russian child Loki went straight down to Earth to get him.
"You got the last one." he had said over his shoulder as he walked onto the bifrost.
Khan didn't really know what to do with Pavel to be honest. He was studious and bided his time, watching and waiting before he did anything, like he had calculated every single possibility in his little head before doing it. Sword play didn't come as naturally to Pavel as it did to Bo, and he practiced hard until he got every move perfect. He was more interested in the stars - a great thinker, Loki had said - and spent all the time looking up or down at stars or books. Doing great calculations khan hadn't the first idea on.
But Bo adored him. And one thing was for sure was that they were meant to be together. Yin and yang, complementing each other perfectly. He had often seen their hushed conversations and stolen kisses. Bo was making him wait until they got married, poor boy. They wouldn't until she was seventeen, and boy did khan know about sexual frustration. His husband had been the cause of most of it.
Khan wasn't sure who he would rather go up against. At least with Bo you know what you were getting. People underestimated Pavel, somewhat outshone by his sister in the brawn department. But Loki had taught him his tricks, ones that he inherited from his mother, and Pavel was good at those. The two of them would often make doplegangers of each other just to confuse him and Bo.
Khan looked over at Loki, who sat on their bed reading a book. He heard the clang of training swords and the savage laugh of his daughter taking down more men. He thought she had twelve of the finest the imperial guard had to offer - if he wasn't mistaken many of them Vulcan - to play with. He sighed. Should keep her occupied for an hour or two.
"What are you sighing over?" Loki asked, turning the page in his book.
"You know, they have these things called PADDs now. I'm sure Pavel will tell you all about it." Khan teased as he walked over to the bed and cuddled up next to his husband.
Loki smirked, "He already has. 'Papa, vhy don't you get a PADD? Is a much better vay of storing information.' you know what his like with his modern technology."
Khan poked him in the ribs. "And you know what he's like about his accent."
"Oh relax, he's not here to hear me. And besides, Bo thinks it's adorable."
"He doesn't like being thought of as adorable."
Loki raised and eyebrow. "He does by Bo. I think she's the only person in the entire nine worlds who can get away with calling him that without earning his wrath."
Khan hummed non-committaly and snuggled closer into the other man.
Yes, He thought as he lay his head on Loki's chest and closed his eyes, life was good.
