Morning came too quickly for the inhabitants in the Tower. Loki buried his face into his pillow, blocking the sun rays that have passed the closed blinds. The Norse trickster sighed, lifted his head and plopped it back onto the pillow. Loki feels like he hadn't slept at all last night, even though he went to bed early. Well, he guesses that the tossing and turning doesn't help.

"I feel like I slept on a bed of nails," Loki grumbles and turns over. A smile pulls in his lips. "Good, she's still sleeping."

Seeing the sleeping face of Natasha, Loki relaxes and closes his eyes. His black hair is messy and unkempt. The small Russian sleep, snoring away. Loki shifts, not to wake Natasha. Now laying on his back with an arm under his head, Loki allows himself to think.

"How long will they stay like this?" The God mutters to himself. He knows that everyone can't stay a child or a baby for long. But, the trickster can't help it if he likes everyone small. It reminds him of when his kids were small and dependent on him.

Loki whips a hand over his eyes. Memories of Fenrir, Jormungand, and Hel flashed in his mind. Loki takes a deep breath and calms himself. He didn't want to start crying. He can't think about what had happened to his children and the punishment Odin had given. He needs to ground himself for the sake of helping the Avengers.

"Fury will want them back to normal soon."

The soft sound of pattering feet drew Loki's attention. The trickster closed his eyes and stayed quiet, pretending to sleep. Soon the sound of small voices filled his ears and the Norse deity stilled. It's two boys, but who, Loki wondered. Loki knew that at least two of the five avengers were awake. Loki didn't count Peter as an avenger yet. Tony doesn't seem ready to make Peter an avenger yet. The kid is still young and Tony wants him to still have a normal teenage life, before being thrust into danger.

"Clint quiet! You'll wake up Loki and everyone." Steve's voice is a whisper, but he sounds scared. Even concerned.

"I am quiet!" Clint whispered shouted to Steve.

"No, you're being loud!" Steve whispered shouted back.

"Am not!" Clint's voice is getting faint as the two walks past Loki's room.

Once the two were gone, Loki sits up and raises a brow. What in the nine realms are Steve and Clint doing up so early? Loki knew that the avengers tend to wake up early due to their work. Or in Stark's case not sleep at all. But it's too early for anyone to be up, according to the digital clock that reads 6:20 am. Why is any CHILD up at 6:20 in the morning? Loki would kill to go back to sleep right now.

"Noisy."

The whine drew the trickster's attention to his little bed companion. The small child is now sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Sighing Loki pats the girl's head, letting her lean on him. Great, now he's going to have a cranky Natasha to deal with. As if this morning couldn't get any worse?

Wait, he shouldn't think that.

"Did the boys wake you up?" Loki asks.

Natasha nods her head, a small snort leaves her. She then mumbles something in Russian. Loki brings a hand up to his hair and pulls some out of his face. He can tell that Natasha is very grumpy. And an idea popped into his head.

"Wanna bust them?" Loki whispers to the little one, who lifts her head and smiles. She nods happily.

The two got off the bed and followed. The two followed the boys to the kitchen. Peering around from the door frame, Loki and Natasha watch what the boys. The two had pushed a chair in front of the refrigerator and Clint is standing on it. With Steve on his shoulders. Loki did all he can do from screaming out. What are these two doing?

"Clint, maybe we should ask someone for help?" Steve asks the boy under him. He has a feeling this isn't safe.

"No, we can do it." Clint insisted, hoisting Steve up as far as he could. The boy is desperate to get whatever is on top of the fridge. He's also keeping Steve stable since the boy is shaking.

Steve knows this is a bad idea, he's tried to tell Clint this. But Clint wouldn't listen. "But…" The boy's shaky voice is a whimper.

"Hush." Clint shushes Steve.

The two try for a few minutes, but to no avail. They even tried switching places, but that still didn't do anything. So now, Steve is standing on Clint's shoulders and reaching as far as he can. The boy still thinks this is a bad idea.

He knows this is a bad idea.

"Clint, are you sure this is safe?" Steve asks again. Why did he ask? He knows the answer.

"It's fine!" Clint huffed, annoyed.

"Actually, no it's not."

The two are startled and begin to fall back. But Loki is so close, that the boys land against his chest and legs. Their fall effectively and safely cut short. Though the chair is now titled. Loki uses his magic and the boys float in the air as Loki picks the chair up and sets it back to the table. He sets the boys down and crosses his arms.

"H-Hi Loki…" Steve mumbles with his eyes cast down. He knows he's in trouble.

"Morning," Loki says, face blink. "Now what were you two doing?"

Clint blinks and turns his head away from Loki. "Un...nothing."

"Really?" Loki raises a brow.

"We're hungry." Steve pipes up. Only to have Clint shoot him a glance.

Loki sighed and crouches down to the level of the boys. His voice soft, but firm. "Then, why didn't you wake someone up?"

"Don't know where everyone sleeps." Steve murmurs, scratching his chin.

Loki nods. "Okay, fair enough," he says straightening himself. "What you pointing at Tasha?"

The small girl points to a chocolate-colored box that has a bird on it with a bowl of dark brown balls in it. "Cocoa," she says with a smile.

"Cocoa Puffs?" Loki asks and Natasha nods.

Loki chuckles and tells the kids to get to the table. He heads to the cabinet and takes three small bowls out. Then he opens a drawer and grabs three spoons. Closing the things he's opened, Loki heads to the table. Once there, he sets the items down and gets the cereal from the top of the fridge.

"Any particular kind you boys want?"

"Fruit Loops." Clint chimes.

"Honey Bunches of Oats." Steve points to the box.

"Of course." Loki chuckles. Even as kids, the three still like their cereal. At least it's something normal Loki knows.

With the kids munching away at their breakfast, Loki pours himself a glass of apple juice. He likes the crisp taste of the juice. It reminds him of the juice he's used to drinking on Asgard when he was little. Of course, Midgard apple juice will never be as tasteful as Asgard's. But, it reminds him of home and that's all that Loki cares about.

Loki stifles a yawn. He's feeling very tired, but he knows that he has to stay awake. But his eyes are drooping and he's feeling sluggish. But widen as a pair of arms wrap around his frame. He looks behind him and sees Tony's grease smudged face. He's been working in his lab again.

"You have something on your face." Loki snorts, amused.

Tony raises a brow, a smirk pulling on his lips. "So, do you."

"It's call Tired Dad Syndrome." Loki muses, turning in the inventor's loose grip. Now facing him and leaning his head on the other's shoulder. "It's a symptom."

"Maybe you need a bit more sleep." Tony pats Loki's black hair. He knows all too well about being tired. "Looks like you didn't sleep well."

"Couldn't stop tossing and turning," Loki mumbles into the crook of Tony's shoulder. "I should try to stay awake."

Tony rolls his eyes. He knows how stubborn Loki can be. But, even he can persuade to do something. At the right cost though. "Loki, it's 6:50 in the morning." Tony starts, voice soft. "You're usually out cold until 10 at least."

"I know, but…" Loki mumbles, glancing at the kids. Who is still eating their cereal without care?

'I'll look after them for a bit." Tony suggested, knowing how tempting it would be to Loki's tired mind. "Get a bit more sleep."

"Fine. but, wake me if you need me." The sleepy God mumbles, pushing himself off of Tony's body. Not even realizing that he's been leaning on him.

Tony smirks triumphantly. "Not needed." He muses, kissing Loki on his cheek. Then his lips. He's so glad, that's no grease on them.

Loki chuckles and kisses back. How does Tony know what to say that makes Loki body melt into corporate? Oh right, dating for some time well do that. Loki pulled away and hummed in a low, pleased tone. Tony places a kiss on the trickier's forehead.

"Ew, get a room."

The two adults look to the table. Steve and Natasha don't seem to understand what the adults are doing. Or they didn't care. But Clint had a scrunched up face. Loki has a feeling Clint is the one who told them to get a room. The Jotun chuckles, to think Clint knows what kissing is. Or he wanted to make the situation uncomfortable. But, Clint is Clint. No matter if he's an adult or a child, he'll find a way to annoy you.

Loki got an idea and removed himself from Stark. With a smirk on his face, he walks over to Clint. The child looks very suspicious of the male and scoots in his seat. Loki lowers his face to the archer's….

And assaults him with kisses on his cheeks. The boy screams and tries to push Loki away, but the God is larger than the archer and isn't pushed away. Clint yells no over and over as he tries to get away from Loki. But, Loki had wrapped an arm around the boy's torso.

'No, no, no, no." Clint shouts as Loki stops kissing him. "Ew, that's gross." the child says as he whips his cheek.

"No, it's not." Loki teases the kid, by giving him another kiss. "Now you gonna behavior and not cause trouble right?"

Clint whips his cheek again and raises a brow at Loki. His face even says that he has something cooking up. And Loki can see this. So, a smirk pulls on his lips.

"Any I right?" Loki repeats himself, a playful tone in his voice. "Or do I have to kiss you again?"

"No! I'll be good." Clint quickly says.

"That's a good boy." Loki ruffles the assassin's hair.

Loki stands and heads to the hall that leads to his room, he turns and looks at Tony. "If you need anything, just wake me up." And with that, he left to take a nap.

Tony shakes his head and rolls his eyes. How hard is it to take care of three kids for a while? Everyone else hit the deep sleep setting.

"He worries too much doesn't he?" Natasha piped up as she finished the milk in her bowl.

"He does." Tony nodded. "Oh, he does."

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