Bruce and Jane were right. Three days was over in a blink of an eye. Granted, I did spend a lot of time in the lab tinkering away. But that's not the point. No, the point is that when Jarvis announced the strange anomaly on the roof, I was more surprised than anything. Regardless, I was glad that my personal elevator was 30% faster than the employee elevator.

I arrived up on the roof in record time to find Thor and Loki walking towards the building.

"Hello Brother Stark. How do you fare?" Thor greeted. I swear I am going to somehow teach that man the benefits of not talking like he was straight out of Othello. I think I could tolerate it if I got to see Loki though.

"Hey Thor. Loki. Heat over?"

"No Anthony. I just convinced Thor of bringing me back here so you can take me," Loki drawled out with as much sarcasm as he could muster. Which talking about Loki, that's a lot of sarcasm. He walked past me and entered the building. What the fuck?

"What was that about?" I asked Thor.

"I think it is about the great news I just laid upon him."

"Which was..?"

"You will find out soon enough," he supplied and continued walking forward into the building leaving me standing out on the roof. Alone. He and Jane are perfect together.

I turned around and went back into the building and asked Jarvis where everyone was while I poured myself a glass of scotch.

"Miss Romonoff, Miss Potts, and Captain Rogers all went out. Destination: Unknown. Doctor Banner is in his room. Mr. Barton is currently on his way home from a mission. Destination: Undisclosed. Mr. Odinson is in his room with Miss Foster and Mr. Loki is currently sitting on the bed in your bedroom."

"My bedroom? Why didn't you just lead him to a guest bedroom?"

"I tried sir but I'm afraid he was very persistent."

As I walked to my room, my head was swimming in thought. It seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Why was Loki in my room? Why was he persistent about being in my room? What was he doing in my room? Does he want me to come? Should I ask? Wait. It's my fucking room. I don't ask to go to my fucking room. I approached the door. I'm not asking to come in but I think I should knock. Right? Maybe just like, knock twice and walk in or something. Yeah. I'll do that.

I knocked twice and walked in to see Loki sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and face impassive. Overall, a nice sight. He honestly was gorgeous. His sleek black hair with a slight curl at the end that was just the right length. His chiseled cheekbones. His long pale neck. His lean muscles that you could just make out through the fabric of his light green v-neck he has on. His legs that go on forever and never seem to stop and- oh wait. Was he talking?

"Sorry. What was that dear?" I say.

"I said Anthony, I want a baby."

I stood there frozen with my jaw dropped until Loki stood up and pulled me over to the side of the bed muttering something along the way. I took some time to collect my thoughts that happened to scramble all over the bedroom. Eventually I turned to face Loki who still looked like he just asked if I wanted chicken or steak.

"Excuse me? I thought we talked about this. What brought this on? Especially now. I thought it was just the heat talking." I tried to say as casually as possible even though on the inside I was having a Grade A panic attack.

"It was. Then. Now, I have changed my mind. My brother told me his news and I want a baby of my own."

"Wait, Jane's pregnant? That's their news?"

"Why yes, of course. It was their duty to provide an heir to the throne of Asgard now that Odin grows weak. If he were to die, Thor would become king and there needs to be a heir appointed. His son would be the logical explanation."

"How do you know it won't be a girl?"

"The first offspring of any royalty is always male."

"So if we, uh, you know, had a kid, it would be a boy. That's... nice. "

"So you are saying you will have a child with me?"

I was getting the tell-tale signs of an oncoming anxiety attack. Sweaty palms, shortened breaths, etcetera etcetera. Luckily, I was saved by Jarvis.

"Sirs, I'm afraid your presence have be requested by Mr. Odinson and Miss Foster. This wish for the both of you to join the rest of the Avengers and their mates in the family room."

"Thanks J. Come on Loki." I stood up hoping to avoid this conversation as quickly as possible but Loki wrapped his hand around my wrist and stood up pulling me closer to him.

"We will continue this talk later. For now, let's make them boil a bit, shall we?"

Before I got the chance to ask what he meant, he pulled me by my shirt and crashed his lips into mine. He continued to pull on my shirt until he was lying on his back on my bed and I was hovering over him. We stayed like that until Thor barged into the room without notice clearly upset that we didn't arrive in the family room. Once he saw us, he murmured a quick apology and his cheeks reddened ferociously. He turned around to leave the room when Loki said, "What's the matter Thor? Don't you wish to join us?"

"I just came in to see if you were planning on granting us your company but I see you are busy."

"Nonsense. We shall join you. Come Anthony. Let us mingle with your comrades."

And with that, Loki was out from under me and fixing his shirt and hair. His face still showed all the signs of a heavy make-out session though. Loki was exactly what I always had looked for in a mate. Witty, fun, intelligent. Loki was kinda perfect for me. Well, technically, I guess he is perfect for me, being my mate and all. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a kid with him. But fuck, I've only known him as regular Loki for a month now. We haven't even gone on a proper date yet. To think about having a kid with him seems so strange.

I got up and fixed my hair and clothes but like Loki, I left my face very red and lips puffy. Why not put on a show? We all went out into family room and Loki and I sat down on an oversized chair together while Thor joined Jane but remained standing. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and Loki, who was all but sitting in my lap even though there was more than enough room. Something I learned relatively soon about Loki was the fact that he liked to put on a show. As Thor and Jane were giving their news, which Loki and I already knew, Loki slowly moved so that he was sitting on my lap and his legs were dangling over the side of the chair and he started to not-so-chastely kiss my neck and side of my face. I just sat there not knowing what to do staring straight ahead. Everyone noticed. Of course they did. Two hot dudes sitting on a chair together while one was attacking the other's neck? Anyone would notice.

You could see it in Thor's face that he was getting annoyed as he was telling the group about what would happen during Jane's pregnancy and eventually he broke.

"Brother! Stop that!"

Loki looked up from my neck and his eyes were gleaming with mischief. He left a large purple hickey on my neck right under my jawbone. Exactly the spot that would be nearly impossible to cover with a shirt or jacket collar.

"My apologies. It is just that you interrupted us earlier and we were not finished. Is this right Anthony?"

Steve's cheeks blushed American flag red and Clint said something about being sick before he ran out of the room. I just continued to sit there and look straight ahead. It was a strange feeling I was feeling. Some would call it embarrassment but Tony Stark doesn't get embarrassed. Especially not over some basic kissing. No. It was something else.

Thor said that everyone could leave and when I went to go to my room to go to bed, I realized that Loki never got told where he could sleep. Then I realized something else. Mates sleep together. Did he want to sleep in my room? Did he want to sleep in his own room? Was he going back to that apartment?

Loki seemed to read my mind because he asked, "What are the sleeping arrangements? For us?"

"I guess it's up to you." Then something occurred to me. The debt. The sooner he gets out of that apartment, the better. "I'd prefer it if you stay here in the tower though. You can have your own room if you want. Hell, you can have your own floor if you want."

"Is it possible I could have a room near yours? Or at least on your floor?"

"That is very possible. It is also possible to just share a room with me. I mean you can have your own bedroom if you want."

"I wouldn't want to burden you, as glorious as it may be," and he smiled. A real smile, not one of those obviously fake ones. No, a real smile.

"I think I can handle it. It's not like there isn't enough room or anything. You would even have your own walk-in closet."

"It isn't like I have use for a closet."

"Why wouldn't you have use for a closet? Your clothes have to go somewhere. Unless you are more of a dresser person. In which case, I ca-"

"Anthony, stop your rambling. I prefer closets, it is just that the clothes that I am wearing are the only clothes I own. Well this and my work uniform anyways."

"Not anymore. I'll have Jarvis take your measurements and get you clothes. Oh, and speaking of work, when I went back to ask if you were there, the guy didn't even know your name."

"Huh. Must've been a new guy." He walked into my bedroom and sat down on the bed taking off his shirt. Sleeps without a shirt on. Ok. Hopefully, that is the only thing he takes off. On another note, he didn't say anything about his alias. Why does this seem kinda funny to me?