SO so so so sorry for the late update, GISHWHES went so so amazingly but THEN my sister had my niece! Cecilia Leslie Ann! Beautiful perfect baby that I am OVER the moon about! So that is the reason this is so late. So I gift you with fluff and more fluff and we will see Asgard next chapter! I love you guys! thanks for the reviews, favs and follows!
Frigga arrived on the rainbow bridge and had to admit this was the most she'd ever traveled the bifrost. It still left her dizzy and it was her least favorite thing to do by far, but Loki and the babies, and everything was more than worth it. There was a guard waiting for her, so her trip was quicker mounting a horse and galloping towards the palace.
The throne room was quiet, so Frigga knew that her husband was indeed not busy with any political business. And it was there bedroom that she found him, at his desk no doubt worrying over some piece of paperwork.
"Frigga, when did you arrive?" Odin said, pushing away from the desk.
"Just now, dear."
"How does Loki fare? The babes?"
Frigga was sure her face would split with the smile she was donning, "They are perfect, and Loki is doing fine. Exhausted, but doing well."
"I should have been there," Odin huffed, "After everything that has transpired, I should have been there. Is he angry?"
"Loki understood, he will be visiting soon. And look," she handed him the colored photos, "Aren't mortals funny things? How clever? Those are our grandchildren…"
Odin's lone eye widened, "They capture images? My goodness…"
"Matthew and Silva, do they not look the perfect image of our child?" Frigga said, peering at the image over her husband's shoulder.
"Yes, indeed," Odin spoke softly, fingers stroking the images before him, "They are quite blue," he gave a quiet chuckle, "Of course our son's genes would be the stronger…you say he wishes to visit?"
"As soon as he regains his strength," Frigga placed both hands to his shoulders, "We should have a proper welcome, once he visits and settles."
"Of course," Odin turned and kissed her cheek, "They are beautiful. And I cannot wait to meet them."
Tony found himself dozing, bottle still smartly in Silva's mouth, she gave a loud grunt of disapproval at the lack of attention, "W-hat, Silvi, what…you have your food," when her much-too-awake brown eyes locked on him like a vice he groaned, "You want me to watch you don't you? Yeah, just like mom, you don't want anything to be easy…" he glanced over to Loki who was stretched out on the long white couch, Mattie pressed to his chest and both were sleeping soundly.
"You know a helluva lot more than you're letting on…you have like super powers that I'm gonna find out when you're a teenager huh? You are deliberately giving me a hard time and giving mama a break huh?"
She made a popping gurgling noise and wriggled in his arms, somewhat of a smirk on her face, "You are doing this on purpose…what did I ever do to you? What's Mom been tellin' ya, little shit." he growled, taking away the bottle, turning the baby on her stomach against his shoulder and patting her back. He may have been irritated at the 'trickster' nature of his daughter, but as soon as she curled her fingers into the material of his shirt and snuffled sleepily against the exposed flesh of his shoulder, he melted. When he was rewarded with a good burp, he sighed in relief. He rocked/bobbed her as he walked back and forth in the kitchen, knowing full well it wasn't as easy as that. He flinched when Steve seemingly appeared out of nowhere, "Jesus Steve, a little warning!" and then with the first peacefulness of the day shattered, Silva started to cry and Tony wouldn't admit that he wanted to cry himself. He was that exhausted.
"I'm so sorry Tony! I tried to make noise but you seemed to be havin' a conversation," Steve looked positively heartbroken to have caused the crying to emerge.
Steve took immediate note of Tony's state and he never thought he'd see the other man look like this, beard unkempt, hair in every direction and close to tears even, "Hey, let me take her," Steve offered, eyes cutting to Loki still dead to the world, baby Matt still equally as such.
"I'm fine," Tony huffed.
"No, come on, give her here, you need some sleep man," Steve argued, arms out, "Come on."
Tony was reluctant, "She seems like crazy hyper aware so I don't know if she'll calm down."
"Might as well try huh?" Steve smiled, arms still out.
Tony handed over his daughter into the Captain's massive arms, "Watch her head."
"I got it," Steve was still smiling, "Hey little girl, what's wrong?"
"I have no idea, everything sets her off and her brother just sleeps and sleeps…I still think he's got some evil plan going on." Tony scrubbed his face with both hands.
In the same instant Clint and Natasha were in the kitchen as well, "Already baby trouble?" Clint grinned.
"Shut up dick, you try doing this…" Tony groused.
"Looks like Loki has the easy one," Natasha commented, eyes on the living room.
"Yeah, for now, you don't know how loud that kid can scream. It's weird, depending on their mood, depends on which one of us can calm them down." it was only then that he noticed Silva was quiet, eyes already drooping, her head resting on Steve's chest, "Well fuck, what was I doing wrong?"
"I think she can sense you're overtired Tony," Steve frowned.
"I'll take the little man," Clint said moving into the living room, "You guys get some sleep, go," he even gave Tony a shove.
Of course Tony resisted, "Guys, I didn't mean for you to become babysitters."
"Loki and I had a deal," Natasha winked.
Clint placed a careful hand on Loki's shoulder, "Hey, Loki," Loki stirred, eyes blinking blearily.
"Hawk?" Loki slurred, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, why don't you and hubby go take a nap, Nat, Steve and I will watch the kiddos. I mean I know Mattie is crashed but I think you'll get better sleep in bed."
Loki blinked again, "Silva…"
"With Steve, she's sleeping already, but we'll take care of things, come on hand over the kid." Clint said.
Loki pushed up from the couch, cradling his child, "What time is it?"
"Sleep time," Clint answered.
"Huh?" Loki grunted, eyes barely open, only slightly aware that Clint had taken the baby into his arms.
"Sleep time," Clint repeated.
"Loki," Natasha's voice arrived, "Come on."
Loki was somewhat aware of the Spy's hands tugging him up from the couch, "Bedtime." she said, and then there was an arm firm around his waist.
Natasha mused that this was the most pliant she'd ever seen the god as she maneuvered him into the bedroom where Tony was already falling to the mattress.
"Nat, nice god handling," Tony murmured.
"Uh-huh," Natasha smiled, setting Loki to the bed and pulling back the sheets and nearly shoving him beneath them, "Get some sleep guys, we got this."
Loki nearly fell back to sleep with the sudden silence, "Tony…" and then he felt Tony's firm, sure hands pulling him to his chest.
"Babysitters, the best babysitters, sleep baby," Tony hushed close to Loki's ear.
For a moment Loki raised his head, the slightest of panic bubbling, "What…."
"They got this, babies are good hands…"
"But…"
"Sleep sweetheart," Tony's response was hardly coherent.
"M'kay" Loki grunted, burying his face in the warm crook of Tony's neck, and for the first time in two weeks, since the babies arrived, he found that much wanted deep sleep.
"How smart you think she is already?" Steve asked idly as he cradled Silva in his arms.
"I think a lot more than people think," Natasha said, "Stark has said she's hyper-aware and I really don't think that's arrogance on his part. She looks at ya like she knows something."
"Ya'll saying Mattie's stupid? This dude is chill," Clint said, keeping the bottle at the right angle in the babies' mouth, "For all we know the two of them are planning shit."
"Clint, don't curse," Natasha scolded, fingers still stroking Silva's dark hair.
"They don't know what's going on, besides I'm not using the 'big' curse words," he grinned, giving a wink to the baby boy in his arms and he swore the baby gave a gurgle of approval, "Oh whoa what the fuck!"
"Clint!" Natasha near shouted.
"No, look!" Clint 's eyes were wide, "What the…frigg…"
Matthew had, in barely decipherable amount of time, changed skin hue and hair, matching Clint's tone far too close for his liking, "What is up with his hair and he isn't blue! Did I break him? What the hell?!"
"Clint!" Steve interrupted, not loud enough to rouse Silva, "I heard Loki say he does this. It's just one of his quirks, I guess that means he likes you. He changes back, but right now you're making him happy so calm down, you'll get her worked up."
"Okay, okay, so he changes, why didn't expect that, Jesus," he once more bounced the baby and Matthew's bright eyes popped open and locked with his and he swore he caught a smile (despite people saying that baby smiles were gas), "You know exactly what you're doing, ya squirt." Matthew's only response was to grip Clint's finger tighter and bring it to his tiny mouth.
"I'd like him to try my hair," Natasha laughed, "Hey you boys are hogging, let me have one of them."
"Well, I'd like to see the change so here," Clint said, handing over Matthew, "Have at it buddy."
"Hey," she tried to keep the crack from her voice but it was there without control, and then she was kissing his brow, "You got crazy parents and probably even a crazier bunch of Aunts and Uncles, or whatever Mom allows huh?" and like a flash she was peering into a mirror image of her own eyes, EYES of all things, "Matthew, really?" and she hated that her chest was constricting with buried cries, and then when Matthew nuzzled closer, bunching up her loose t-shirt in his tiny shirt, eyes closing, she did cry.
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