I have uploaded the first sequel to this story. It is called Protection.
Here's a quick snippet from Chapter 1 of 2:
Tony gets up from his place at the dining table and he rushes over to his pregnant God on the sofa. He picks up the cat from where he was comfortably sat on Loki's protruding stomach.
"Anthony, what are you blathering about?" Loki questions, as the cat is taken from him.
"He has to go," The genius says as he holds the cat away from him at arms length.
"Tony, I, I — why!" He cries, horrified at the mere thought.
"It is my duty to protect you," Tony states matter-of-factly, placing Mischief on the chair furthest away from Loki.
Still sat on the sofa, his feet thrown up on the coffee table — it's difficult to move anywhere quickly now — the trickster's eyebrows crease together in sad confusion, "And the cat is a problem, because?"
"I've been doing some research and I found out that cats carry a disease that can effect pregnant women and damage the baby." Tony had in fact read several articles and science journals, and was now convinced that he was following the best course of action, no matter how hard it was.
Loki folds his arms across himself stubbornly, resting on his bump, "But I am not a pregnant woman, Anthony, I am a pregnant God."
Update!
The third part of the series has also been added. Supervision, continues to follow the couple as they become accustomed to parenthood together with the addition of Mischief.
Here's a preview!
The room is dim, only a warm yellow glow lighting the walls, the windows are blacked out for maximum privacy. It is silent, save the gasps of amazement and quiet murmuring of sleep. Proud parents stand in each other's hold, watching two highly trained assassins carefully. Tony has his arms wrapped tightly around his partner's waist, his chest pressed up against the other mans back. Loki lets himself lean most of his weight against the engineer, his hands gripping the others wrists for maximum support.
"Shit guys!" Clint whisper-shouts, as he stares wide-eyed in awe at the tiny bundle below him, "You have made a seriously cute kid — look at his tiny hands, they're so… tiny!"
"Clint, no." Everyone looks to Natasha, not understanding her sudden outburst; she sees their confusion and looks directly to her partner, "We are not having one."
Clint's mouth gaps open, unsure of when his girlfriend and long time field partner began reading minds, her skills of deduction were not that good last time he checked. His mind pauses on that thought: who was he kidding, she can read him better than an open book with the letters in large print, she doesn't need to read his mind.
Supervision is the last planned story in this series, but I have another MPREG in the planning stages! Heads up!
