Hello beautiful readers! 10 days I know, that seems to be the time line of posting, and then I'm starting a new semester gahhhh. But anyway, thank you for all the reviews, favs and follows. I DO hope you like this chapter it was a challenge towards the end ;) Get ready for sexiness ! Tell me what ya'll think *hugs*

The first few weeks were rough, and as the twins were hitting their nearly two-month marker they had finally settled into something of a routine. It had taken three different formulas to find the right one that did not upset their sensitive tummies, and once they found the correct organic milk sleeping wasn't so much of a challenge. Although it wasn't the eight hours that Tony and Loki had grown accustomed to, but now? Four to five hours was heaven.

Currently Loki was in the shower and Tony told him to take his time, even advised him to take a bath and chill out for a while, that he had this. Both babies were having tummy time on their furs (a favorite that either could not sleep without) they cooed and kicked their legs, making gurgling noises back and forth to one another. Tony was on the floor as well, on his stomach, smiling and laughing at their actions. Silva was the funniest to watch, she kicked out her feet as if she were trying to propel herself forward.

"Sorry honey, gonna be a little while before you can do any kind of moving around," he stroked her dark hair, she laid her cheek to the floor with a seriously frustrated huff, but her dark eyes closed with the action. Like Mom she liked her hair brushed, her scalp caressed. Mattie squawked, thrusting out a chubby fist of which Tony took, running a thumb over his knuckles, he pulled the tiny hand to his lips and left a kiss, in turn Matthew tugged Tony's hand forward and sucked his Father's knuckle in his mouth, his sparkling ruby eyes scrunched with the quirking of a small smile.

He looked up when the bedroom door creaked, "Hey sweetheart, better?"

"Yes, thank you, I loathe the fact that it took me near two days to get a proper shower. I do not prefer the smell of infant vomit, but even more the un-wash state of my hair," he ran both set of pale long fingers through his damp dark locks and settled to the floor next to Tony, leaning forward and kissing Tony on the mouth, "No cries?"

"Nope, we're just chillin' out," Tony answered.

"My mother sent another letter, she is quite insistent on us visiting Asgard," Loki said, scooping Matthew up from the floor, cradling him to his chest, head tucked safely in the crook of his elbow. Matthew peered up into his mother's face, mouth rounding with an 'o', eyes blinking dramatically, the action caused Loki to laugh, kissing both plump cheeks, "I know Odin wishes to see them, but I am fearful to travel with them both."

"Thor would be comin' too, we don't have anything to worry about right? Seems like your Mom and Dad are really itching for you to visit, but I'm not gonna push you. You do it when you're ready."

"I should return; it would be…nice to be welcomed without animosity. But I am leery…" Loki sighed, seemingly not being able to resist brushing lips across his baby's brow, over and over, even nuzzling their noses that garnered him a happy squeak which in turn made Loki smile wide and repeating the action, "And also, my…Farbauti wants me to meet my brothers…that I must admit frightens me."

"Well, sweetheart, again, you do that when you're ready. Why don't you wait until the kiddos are a little older, and hey if you want they can come here. Doesn't mean you need to come to their planet, realm, uh, whatever."

"I suppose it would be safe, Mother would not say so if it were not," Loki murmured against the dark tresses of his son's head.

"Lokes, you know your Mom wouldn't put us in danger, none of us. I'm game if you're game" Tony said as smoothly as possible even though the thought did indeed make him nervous.

"I shall talk to Thor," Loki replied, inching forward and nuzzling Silva's cheek.

"Have you everything you need?" Thor asked as they stood on the roof of Stark Enterprise.

"Yes brother, everything and more, let's just…please get going I'm nervous enough," Loki spat, situating the blanket more firmly around Silva's head, "And you are sure Mother said the travel is safe for the babes?"

"Of course Loki, what do you take me for?" Thor groused, laying a gentle hand at the base of Loki's neck.

Loki refrained from rolling his eyes, "Very well then, let's get on with it."

Tony would admit out loud he would never get use to this, no matter how many times they traveled the rainbow-bright bridge. They were there in an instant, bright, glistening city in his sights, although it was a bit of a blur. He only stumbled slightly, arms firm around Matthew and it seemed that his son was well aware that he was grounding his father. He looked up bright and perfect and smiled, before stuffing a thumb in his mouth. Pushing the nausea aside Tony grinned wide, "Oh, you got one on your old man huh? You can fly magical and shit without any trouble."

"Tony," Loki scolded, "Language, they are far more aware of their surroundings then you think."

"Sure babe," Tony winked, his eyes finally made an actual observation of the structure below him, glittering and near see-through. He tried not to panic at the thought that he was without his suit and standing on a fucking see-through bridge that fell into god knows what. The sound of horse hooves distracted him soon enough.

"Tony, darling," Loki whispered close against his ear, pressing a kiss as he spoke, "It's alright."

Tony shakily nodded, "O-Of course it is, right?"

Loki's mouth turned up in a smile, "Of course," he mimicked, and kissed his lover's jaw, "Take a breath."

As the figures moved closer the couple could see that it was indeed Odin and Frigga, "Son!" Frigga uttered gleefully.

"Mother," Loki greeted, and as soon as Frigga dismounted her horse she was silently asking for one of her grandchildren.

"May I?" Odin asked Tony, who was currently clutching Matthew.

Tony took a breath, even though every ounce of his being was saying 'uh no, fuck you' but he handed over his son into the older man's arms, "Little bit of a warning, he puts everything in his mouth and he has this mimicking thing."

Odin smiled, yes, smiled, "He's beautiful, oh both of them are," he locked eyes with Loki as if they were magnets, a silent conversation between the two, "Loki," and Loki did indeed keep the eye contact, "They are beautiful Loki, Anthony, so very beautiful, hello Matthew I'm your Grandfather." Mattie blinked his big ruby eyes and reached out both hands to the old man's face, fingers tangling in his beard and gave a squeak that might have been a small giggle. Odin laughed, "His coloring is amazing, and Silva? Do they share the same hue?"

Tony cleared his throat, "Little different, Mattie seems to get Mama's tribal lines."

"You are probably right," Odin commented, one weathered hand tracing the lines of the infant's face, "These are lines of royalty," once more he took Loki's gaze, "Your children are indeed royalty."

Loki stood somewhat stiffly, giving a slight nod, "I shall ask Farbauti of their meaning."

Odin leaned sideways to his wife, studying carefully Silva's face, "How wonderful, the both of them, they are perfect."

Loki gulped, nodding, staying close to his mother, "Silva has his Father's eyes and nose, does she not?"

"Yes, stubby and rounded," Frigga grinned towards Tony, "Beautiful."

"Your cheek bones," Odin added, a smile on his face, "They both have your cheek bones."

As the family chattered, Tony clutched and unclutched his hands, rubbing his arms, not sure what to do. A thought came into his head. They weren't married, hadn't even thought about it. So what did this all mean? Were they a society that deemed these beautiful children 'bastards'? That made his stomach sink. He gulped painfully, and perhaps he would have processed the thought further if Loki hadn't wrapped his arms around his waist and then there were lips against his own.

"Why do you look so distressed?" Loki asked.

"No reason babe," Tony smiled, he took Loki's face in both hands and kissed him firmly on the lips, it was brief but powerful, "Just thinking about how happy I am."

Odin and Frigga fixed Tony and Loki a room of their room. A quite large room, fully furnished for the babies' needs. Two bassinets and a fairly large bed. Larger than a King, Tony noted.

Loki noticed immediately that the Bifrost exhausted Tony, even though he wouldn't admit it. Both children were blissfully asleep. Both parents had lulled the children to sleep and then following they fell to the fur covered beds. As they settled the children Loki led Tony to the huge bed and burrowed him beneath the blankets.

"Babe," Tony groaned, eyes already drooping, "Where are you going?"

"I wish to take a walk, get all the sleep you need. My mother will care for the babes if need be," Loki whispered next to Tony's ear, "Get your rest, she will be taking care of the children this evening. I will need your energy for later, my darling."

Tony lazily blinked his eyes, "What?"

"Oh yes, sleep my love," Loki cooed, nipping at his ear, "Tonight, until then, rest, I should not have to elaborate."

Tony lifted up from the sheets, blinking bleary eyes, "Oh yeah?"

"Yes," Loki sucked his pulse point, "If you are up for it?"

"Oh, you know it," Tony chuckled.

Loki wasted no time, taking Tony's mouth and teasing his tongue and caressing the roof of Tony's mouth. Tony groaned when Loki pulled away, even though he was already shivering with anticipation, as soon as Loki situated the blankets around his torso and was kissing his brow he was gone.

Loki found that he wasn't in the least nervous as he strolled down the golden halls of Asgard. Every guard he passed merely nodded and he couldn't help but smile smugly, eyes narrowed in warning as if daring them to say an unkind word. He stood tall, chin jutted out and arms cross behind his back, he had changed out of Tony's clothes and into one of his outfits that he hadn't worn in years now. Dark forest green and black pants as well as knee high black boots. He couldn't remember the last time he did this, simply observing the place he once called home, he made his way towards the gardens, his second favorite place. He leaned over the beautiful multicolored stone wall, resting his elbows and taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet floral scent and the call of bird flittering in and out of the high top trees.

For a moment he felt serene, the memories of the last year on the periphery of his mind. At sometimes, mostly at night, he would lie awake and wonder is this all a dream? That he had survived the horrors of his fall, the tortures of Thanos, the consumption of his very being by Svaðilfari, everything. And here he was with a loving man, and two beautiful children. He closed his eyes, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over him. Perhaps that was the only reason he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, the hand on his hip had him lurching sideways.

"Home again I see," Fandral near purred.

Loki shoved, and hard, "Do not ever touch me again!"

Fandral only laughed, "You're so touchy, you know that? Always have been, I dare say you are a woman in every respect, not that I'm complaining mind you. I hear you have wonderful birthing hips and all the parts that go with it hmm? Why don't you and I have a go at producing a pup."

Loki felt a surge of rage ripple up from his gut that drown out any sense of panic as Fandral boxed him into a corner. He was near blind with it, "I am warning you, I will give only one!"

Fandral ran the back of his hand down Loki's cheek, "Warning me with what? Your woman's craft? You know you cannot win against my strength, what are you going to do cast a spell?"

"You've never seen my true magic, the All-Father would not allow me to harness at full strength when we were younger, oh but I assure you I have now." Loki was no idiot, as soon as Fandral leaned closer that surge took flight and Fandral was slammed harshly against the marble wall, at least ten feet in the air, clutching his throat and sputtering helplessly, "Woman's craft you say? My mother is one of the most powerful sorceresses in the realm and so by 'woman' you mean great strength I will whole heartedly refer to it as such from here on out!"

Fandral gagged, and began clawing and now, gasping.

"What's that?" Loki lowered him but did not relinquish his hold, "Let's make one thing perfectly clear, you will never, ever touch me again. I do not need my brother's protection. If I am confronted once more I will turn your insides out, I need only to snap my fingers. You will not speak to my family, that is also one of the stipulations, if you advance upon me I will make you very sorry and you will not even see it coming, are we understood?"

Fandral nodded, near frantic now, with the flick of Loki's wrist he sent him flying across the room where he crashed, and then was coughing desperately for air.

"I'm glad we had this chat," Loki smiled, "It is well to put these things behind us and move on, yes?" the grin he was adorning widened when Fandral scrambled backwards in legitimate fear, "Do not tangle with something you do not understand." and Loki continued his stroll, light on his feet and the grin on his face plastered smartly.

After Loki's long walk around the palace grounds he felt something in comparison to being high, the feeling of being drunk but not sick. He felt uninhibited and free and light. He took his time and visited the library, lost in the aging parchment and their musty, familiar and comforting smell. The librarian, who had been there for hundreds of years now, was still in charge and she still remembered Loki fondly. They had chatted for some time before Loki realized how late it was getting. He made it back to he and Tony's bedroom, and found his Mother already there.

"Hello dear, did you enjoy your walk?" Frigga smiled, rising from the long couch to kiss her son's cheek.

"Oh yes, it's been quite some time I've had the pleasure to do so." Loki returned the long embrace and followed her to the couch.

"You missed Mattie copying your Mom's hair, now THAT was interesting! He looked like Goldie locks" Tony chuckled.

"Matthew was simply pleased; he seems to do that only with whom he feels strongly towards." Loki said, brushing a thumb across his son's forehead which garnered him a happy hiccup.

"Are you quite sure you're alright with your Father and I taking them for the evening?" Frigga asked.

"I trust you Mother, they are in good hands, and I do believe it would be beneficial for them to bond with their Grandparents." Loki continued his gentle stroking of the baby's fine, dark hair.

"It would not hurt also, for you two to have some alone time," Frigga answered trying to hide the smirk on her face.

It was with that remark that Tony's face brushed with color and Loki was grinning now, "Now mother, I do believe you have won yourself a trophy, you made the infamous Tony Stark blush."

Frigga only laughed soft and low, "I will take my grandbabies now, you two have a lovely evening."

Loki bent at the waist kissing both of his children's cheeks, "Your father and I will see you later dears."

Tony did the same, feeling a twinge of guilt. He and Loki had not been separated from the kids since they were born, or at least, they were never more than a bedroom away. He felt Loki wrap his arms around his waist, lips at his throat, "They will be fine, my mother is very capable."

"I know that," Tony began to argue, resting his own arms around Loki's, he turned around to face his partner, "You are glowing, what's up with that?"

"I feel more like myself than I have in a very long time," Loki sighed happily, both hands cradling Tony's face, his thumbs unconsciously tracing the pattern of his beard.

"Something happen?" Tony sighed nearly in unison at the soft touch.
"Nothing you need be concerned with," Loki said, urging Tony forward and crashing their lips together, licking and nipping, silently urging Tony towards the bed. He pushed him to the mattress, taking no time in straddling his hips, he took firm hold of both of the inventor's wrists and pinned them above his head.

"What has gotten into you?" Tony asked, eyes crinkled with a smile, "Not that I'm complaining."

"I am very happy," Loki spoke low, one slow grind and Tony was arching, exposing his neck and Loki darted out his tongue to track along his pulse point, ending at the tender place behind his ear where he swirled the tip of his tongue in slow circles. He was rewarded with a broken groan.

Tony's heart felt as though it were beating a million miles a minute, this was reminiscent of the Loki he'd first met, all teeth and want and need. Heat pooled in his belly as Loki bit down on the thin flesh between his shoulder and neck. The times before they had had sex had paled in comparison to Loki's behavior right now, Tony had taken control in the gentle, careful manner and it was all about Loki. This time he felt the difference.

Tony tugged at his pinned wrists, "How am I supposed to touch you like this? Huh?" he managed between fast, heated kisses to his mouth,

"Because I am, what is it that you say 'calling the shots'?" Loki growled, "I need you naked."

"Well let me up and I'll get us both there," Tony bit back another groan when Loki's hips rolled against the swelling in his pants.

"No need," Loki said, a smirk on his face as he snapped his fingers.

"Hey!" Tony yelped, "Undressing is fun too ya know, especially you, damnitt Lokes let go of my hands," he made grabby motions, "I wanna touch."

"You will, but for now I'm doing the touching, these stay up here, or I will make them stay up here and you know that I can. I plan on taking my time," Loki murmured in a way too sinfully sexy voice that has Tony obeying without thought.

And Loki wasn't kidding when he said he would take his time, with feather like touches his slender pale finger tips caressed Tony, starting from the pulse points of his wrists, dancing down making Tony jump more than once before nearly losing his breath as Loki's perfect mouth hovered over nipples, his too pink tongue lapping until both were perk. He continued his slow decent, tonguing around his hip bones, every now and then nipping, some bites close to painful before warm breath was soothing any pain away. He kissed everywhere but where it counted, Tony moaned, louder than he was willing to admit when Loki licked a strip up his inner thigh.

"Fucking tease," Tony shuddered, his whole being quivering, yes, this Loki he remembered well. And he was ridiculously turned on.

The hot breath of Loki's laugh ghosted between his legs, "When was I not?"

Tony opened his mouth to retort when Loki's mouth was now kissing the head of his penis, in the most ridiculously gentle manner, and he continued that same kind of kissing all the way up his length and then down again before taking him fully into his mouth.

"Fuck!" he threw his head back and tried his damndest not to thrust his hips, and when his hands came down to tangle in Loki's hair they were wrenched back up by an invisible force and the warmth was gone. And then Loki was hovering over his face, that same mischievous look dressing his face.

"What did I say love?" he captured his mouth once more, sucking Tony's tongue against his own, and then he was kissing everywhere and everywhere, "You've been so wonderful to me, so kind, so loving."

"Baby," Tony huffed breathlessly, he was sure magic was getting involved here cause it felt like Loki's hands were on every inch of his body, "Always been a pleasure, taking care of you."

"I know, I know it is," Loki had Tony's head boxed between both arms delivering endless hurried, frantic kisses, "Do you remember that one night, The Hilton? All weekend we made love and I had you screaming, you remember that?"

In Tony's lust addled mind, he was scrambling for the memory and then yes, he did, between the fast kisses he was smiling, "Yeah I do, ya know I've never done that with anyone right?"

"Would you allow me to? I wish to make you feel good, and we haven't since I've returned," Loki made sure to make eye contact, "If I hurt you or if for any reason you want to stop…"

"I'm fine babe, always have been with you, come on, rock my world," he arched up and sucked Loki's bottom lip between his teeth garnering him a throaty whimper.

Loki regained control and continued his reign of kisses and bites over the mortal's throat and chest, and belly. As he brushed lips and bloomed tiny bruises over Tony's hips, his hands caressed the back of his thighs, gently urging him to bend his knees. Conjuring oil onto his fingertips he circled one finger over Tony's opening, teasing and careful waiting for protests, when he received none, that one questing finger entered.

Tony willed himself to relax, and he did when lips returned to his inner thighs, working their way back up as the one finger worked in and out at the perfect speed. Loki met Tony's lips once more and he whispered "Breathe", and Tony did.

Loki worked a second finger in, he lovingly watched Tony's pinched face, panting and pushing back on his fingers, and when he crooked them, finding that spot, Tony yelped, "Loki, God!"

Loki smiled, and added another finger, now working him open, brushing his prostate over and over, all the while painting his flesh with kisses.

"Lokes, I'm not gonna last if you keep that up, come on," Tony whined, "Let my hands go!"

Loki removed his fingers and was kissing him once more, ebbing his magic away and Tony's arms were locked around Loki's waist and back, urging him forward and on top of him, "Come on baby, show me what you got."

With a feral grin, Loki urged Tony's legs upwards giving him better leverage, "Tony are you sure…"

"Yes, baby, please," and when Loki pushed in, slowly and careful Tony grunted, head falling back, "Jesus…"

"Are you alright?" Loki asked, suddenly concerned.

"I'm good, just adjusting, been awhile, ya know?" Tony tried to laugh but couldn't quite get there, "Fuck, move, I'm fine, move!"
And Loki did, graceful thrusts that slowly were building momentum, and Loki felt his own control waning. But somewhere in his lust blown mind he felt powerful, complete, and whole and perfect. And damnitt his eyes began to sting, only when Tony murmured his name like a prayer did he finally lose himself in the absolute pleasure of this act beheld. He kissed Tony like it was their life line as an endless stream of whimpers fell from Tony's mouth, his voice higher pitched as he unknowingly bucked upwards.

"Lokes…close….so…close," he panted, eyes slammed shut, fingers clutching into the flesh of Loki's back.

"Me too," he pitched, slapping Tony's hand away from his ignored arousal and began to stroke in unison of his thrusts, thumb pressing firmly into the head that had Tony yes, shouting.

Tony came first yelling wordless nothings and then Loki shortly after, whispering countless terms of endearments before Loki could not help himself but fall against Tony's sweaty, heaving chest.

They lay a moment in complete silence, besides their heavy breathing filling the room.

"Sweetheart," Tony finally spoke, voice spent and cracked, "You okay?"

Loki lifted his head, perching his chin on Tony's chest, "I'm wonderful."

Tony closed his eyes with a soft laugh, he only groaned slightly when Loki pulled out, "I better not get pregnant, I swear to God man, there will be hell to pay."

Loki laughed, voice just as brittle, "If that were at all a possibility we would not be within touching distance of one another." Loki waved his hand and the mess was gone.

"I love that trick," Tony said, pulling Loki closer, snug to his chest and pressed kiss after kiss into his dark locks as he caressed the pale expanse of his long back.

"Thank you, for allowing me that."

"Are you kidding me? Pleasure was all mine," Tony sighed, they fell into a silence, all soft touches as they came down from their high. So it was a few more moments before Tony asked, "Where'd that come from anyway? What happened earlier?"

Loki nuzzled into the crook of Tony's neck, "I ran into Fandral again…"

"What?" Tony began to sputter, but Loki stayed him with both palms splayed on his chest to keep him lying down, "He better not have fucking touched you…"

Loki pressed two fingers to his lips, "I took care of it, my magic is at full capacity if you hadn't noticed in our escapades this evening," Loki grinned, all toothy and pleased, "He won't be bothering me anymore."

Tony couldn't help it, he laughed, he rolled Loki onto his back kissing him deep and purposeful, "There's my trickster."

Yup, first time writing Bottom! Tony so I hope it was okay, but I had a reader on AO3 that suggested it would help Loki and I agreed. So, I hope ya'll like! PLEASE REVIEW!