"Has anyone seen Thor lately?" Steve wondered aloud as he slid a large pan of lasagna in the oven and started cutting vegetables for a salad.

"Not for a few days now." Hawkeye was playing an advanced game of laser tag, enhanced by Stark Technology of course, with Fenrir. He was currently stalking around the kitchen and living room area for the boy. Turns out Fenrir was excellent at hiding and ambushing. Especially, when playing with Tony. "Any sign of them?"

"Not saying, not playing." Cap said as he tossed the ingredients in a bowl.

"Thor is continuing his wooing of the Lady Jane." Came Loki's reply for the sofa he was currently sprawled out over as he read an old tomb. "If he's not careful he may break the fair lady and all this will be for not."

"Don't suppose you know where they're hiding, do ya?" Clint crept around the couch, laser gun at the ready.

"Yes, and no I will not tell you. You are the spy, you figure it out."

"Yeah, well two against one, the odds are against me."

"The odds are always against you, Barton." Loki said in a bored tone. Fenrir poked his head out of the pantry. Steve quickly covered by putting the bag of croutons away and shutting the door, but not before giving the boy a couple of hand gesture to let him know exactly where Clint was. The master assassin could have easily found them both if he had honestly been trying, but what fun would that be? "Might I suggest getting Natasha to play in your little game?"

"Tasha's in Prague, nope gonna have to go it alone." Clint rounded the corner of the living room towards the hall. Steve motioned to Fenrir that the coast was clear and the wolf slunk down the hall. There was a sudden blare of an alarm going off and the archer yelling, "Aww, man!" followed by childish laughter.

Fenrir bounced back into the main room and threw himself over the side of the couch into his father's lap. "Did you see me Father? I outsmarted the spy?"

Loki laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "Well done, I am very proud of you. Barton, you'll have to be on your toes. Fenrir may have your job someday."

Clint appeared from around the corner defeated. "Yeah, well, something tells me he had inside help." He reset his vest. "Best two out of three."

Tony came up from downstairs, laser gun in hand; shot Clint on his way to the fridge. Sighing, the archer revised. "Best three out of four. That didn't count, Stark."

Gathering his bottle of water Tony went over to the couch to congratulate Fenrir. "High five, bud. Pound it." They fist bumped, "Now blow it up. That's my boy."

"Anthony, did you see me?"

"Yep, Jarvis got it all on tape. You're pretty awesome, little man." Fenrir jumped off the couch and head towards Clint to start their game again. Tony leaned down and ran a couple of fingers up the arch of Loki's left foot. "Whatcha reading?"

Loki peeked over the top of the book, "No."

Tony smirked, "What? I can't ask?"

The god looked pointedly at his partner as he closed the book and neatly folded his hands over top of it. Tony went to open his mouth but was cut off. "No, Anthony."

Tony twiddled his fingertips across the top of Loki's toes. "I like it better when you say yes." Eyes never breaking contact with the emerald orbs gazing up at him with mirth.

Ignoring the comment, "Jarvis, will you please inform Thor and Jane dinner will be ready shortly, at the appropriate time of course. Also, that the Lady Sif will be joining us later this evening."

"Very well, Sir."

"So I suppose you and Thor will be entertaining Sif later?" Tony's hand caressed Loki's ankle, slipping up under his pant leg.

Loki tilted his chin up, giving Tony a glimpse of that spot on his neck his significant other absolutely loved to nibble at. "No, that is Rogers' job. I however, believe you will be attempting to do some 'entertaining' of your own later?"

"Would you like to be entertained?"

"Ugh, get a room. Stark, you in or what?" Barton groused.

Snapping out of the sexual fantasy he was having in his head, he glanced over to Clint and Fenrir. The hopes in the wolf's eyes were enough to put his own yearnings on the backburner. "Yeah, you're going down in record time this round. Ready, Fen?"

After dinner and Sif's arrival, Loki retired to the den. Sipping his tea, he curled up in the corner of the lounge an old black and white film playing on the screen. He was tired, but not ready to call it a night. Jane found him about thirty minutes later.

"Loki, are you alright?" She asked as she perch on the edge of the couch.

"Yes, my dear. Why do you ask?" Loki rested his head in one hand.

"You've been very quiet this evening. I just wanted to check on you." She scanned his features. He looked exhausted.

"You will find that I am not as boisterous as your Thor. I enjoy quiet time quite often. Although, I will admit to being a little more tired than usual." Loki paused thoughtfully, "Maybe that is a good sign."

Jane smiled, "You think?"

"We shall have to give it some time, see if anything else comes up." He smiled tiredly.

Jane agreed and turned to the movie screen. "Oh, I love old movies. Which one is this?"

"This one is called Arsenic and Old Lace. It's quite humorous. Would you care to watch it with me?"

"Sure. I mean, if you don't mind?" She relaxed onto the couch.

"Not at all."

By the end of the film, Loki had passed out and Jane was nodding off. Steve and Sif had turned in for the night and it appeared it was time for everyone else to do the same. Tony appeared in the doorway, poking his head back out momentarily. "In here, Thor." He crouched down by the sleeping god and glanced over at Jane. "How was the movie?"

"It was good." She replied in a hushed tone. "He fell asleep half way through it."

Tony nodded and brushed the god's ebony locks away from his face. "Loki. Hey babe, time for bed."

Jane watched the interaction between the two as Tony gentle woke his partner. There was such tenderness between them, the way their eyes sparkled when they met. The soft caresses of fingertips on the others skin. She smiled despite herself. Tony helped Loki to his feet. And they bid her goodnight as Thor entered the room. He smiled widely as his eyes fell on Jane . She returned it tenfold.

They really are in love, aren't they?"

He offered his hand and she accepted eagerly. "Aye. I must tell you I have never seen love like theirs. They have truly overcome many obstacles that most would not survive and in many cases should not have."

"I'm glad they have each other." She looped her arm in his as they made their way to their room.

"As am I. It had done them both a world of good. They have saved each other from inevitable destruction. They do have their moments, as all couples do, but they are few and far between these days."

They had arrived at their room when Jane reached up bringing the thunder god down to her level and whispered against his lips. "Take me to bed, Thor."

He kissed her sweetly, "As you wish, my lady."

Tony woke unexpectedly from his deep slumber. He blinked a couple of times before searching out the time: 4:13 am. Noting the culprit, he couldn't bring himself to call for the shades. The moon shone through the window so brightly it illuminated the entire room with the soft glow of lunar light. He sat up and gazed out at moon and how it reflected over the waters below. Hearing the light breathing next to him brought his attention to the sleeping god in his bed. Tony's breath caught in his throat. The luminescence of the moon playing across his pale skin made him look like and angel. Jet black hair splayed over the pillow and curled around his shoulders. Thin pink lips contrasted against the ivory skin. Dark lashes fanned out under his closed lids. Pulling the sheets down, he watched the gentle caress of the moonlight worship his lovers skin. The subtle rise and fall of the god's chest called to his attention the long column of flesh that practically begged to be kissed and nibbled and lavished with his tongue. He watched as the faint markings of his Jotun form appeared across his chest and down his abdomen. What was going on with this moon? Loki's skin went from pale to a light azure.

Tony softly skimmed his fingers along the markings on his chest. More appeared on his arms and across his brow. He leaned forward and kissed them tenderly, slowly making his way down his jaw and column of that delectable throat where he loses himself and lavishes the cool flesh with kisses and indulgent bites. Tony settles over him, careful not to put all his weight on him. The god moans soundlessly in his sleep as Tony followed his markings lower still. Running his rough hands over relaxed abdominal muscles he heard his lover's breath hitch and pale blue digits played against a tanned bicep. Crimson orbs open sleepily coming to arousal, gazing into dark chocolate eyes as Tony tongue flicked out dipping into his navel. His name a whisper on Loki's lips. Calloused fingers play over sharp hipbones as they hooked into the god's under garments and slowly pulled them down mile long legs. He traced the markings up one leg, bending to kiss at the inside of the knee, repeating the action with the other leg. Parting Loki's legs further he kneels between them grazing his hands over his inner thighs. Settling in he leans down planting languid kisses on the cool skin around his swollen member feeling it heat under his touch.

Gliding his tongue on the underside of the god's shaft he feels him twitch and gasp in anticipation. He lays open mouth kisses up and down his length before taking the head between his lips. His tongue circles around the bulb finding the slit and lapping at the arousal, savoring the taste on his tongue. Taking the god fully in his mouth, he is spurred on by the mewl that leaves his lovers lips and the arch of that perfect spine. Tony bobs his head slowly, methodically over Loki's need. The stream of affection that flows from his lips pushes him further in the desire to please his god.

Sucking on his own fingers for a moment before continuing his ministration, he slipped one saliva coated finger inside his panting god. Working in a second, Loki arched almost completely off the bed, threading his into short unruly hair. The god's words turned into incoherent moans. Curling his fingers he hollowed out his cheeks as he came back up his shaft. Loki came on a silent scream. When Tony was sure he had milked the last drop from his lover, he swallowed leaving enough to coat his hand as he pumped his length. Removing his fingers he replaced it with his throbbing member. Loki instantly wrapped his legs around his and pulled him close. Slowly they rolled their hips against each other. Lithe blue fingers caressed every inch of skin he could reach. Soft pants escaped them as they moved rhythmically against each other. Desperate kisses muffled moans and cries as deep thrusts and undulating hips met at a steady languid pace. Fingers intertwined pushing arms over the others head. Eyes connected as movements because more frantic. Breathing became harsher as words of endearment and love befell them both as they peaked together.

Gentle touches and light kisses peppered the lovers' skin as they lulled each other into a peaceful deep sleep, still clinging to each other well after the sun planted sweet caresses on their skin.

AN: ok, a little fluffy here, but hey, there is supposed to be some baby making going on here.. cue mood music.. thanks for reading guys! Let me know what you think.. besitos!