Three. Because I'm on a roll. This will be from Tony's Point of View. Thank you NESSAANCALIME6913 for your review! :)

Tony's Point of View

"Loki, what are you doing with Nat?" I couldn't hold back the icy tone in my voice. I hadn't seen Loki in years and then he just comes back? Hell no. I opened myself up to him. Had a KID with him. Granted, when I met Loki, he wasn't a he. Loki was Elena. For four years, I knew Loki as Elena. I loved Elena. I…love…Elena, but Elena is Loki and oh the hell that I raised when I found out. I've slept with my fair share of both sexes, but being deceived isn't something that I'd EVER be happy about. Elena knew everything about me, knew how to handle my OCD, my insomnia, she knew how to handle some of my mood swings, she knew me like the back of her own hand and I thought I knew her. Until the day Odin came, and she was no longer Elena, she was Loki, and whether I was angry or not, Loki was the mother of my fifteen year old daughter. The last I heard, Odin took Loki back to Asgard for becoming pregnant. He let Loki stay up until Natasha was born and then like an overly adhesive bandage, she was painfully ripped away from us. For fifteen years, I didn't want anybody else if it wasn't Elena…Loki.

"Before you get angry with me, Natasha is the reason I am out of imprisonment. I was not myself without her by my side everyday… as you can tell, I do not look like Loki, The God of Mischief.." he mumbled the last part, hanging his head slightly. I was the only person to really see this vulnerable side of Loki. He was such a hard-ass to everyone else but I somehow got underneath that. Only Thor, Odin and Frigga knew that Natasha is Loki's daughter. Clint, Nat, Fury, Steve….they don't know either. Of course I've gotten the usual questions because, if I'm being honest, Nat looks more like Loki than she does me, but she is beautiful. Which is why I have to keep Spider-Boy away from her. I raised my eyebrow at Loki, I hadn't seen him in fifteen years and he thought it would be this easy? Ha.

"I'm not angry with her, I'm angry with you. Fifteen years? You were Elena for four years, and then all of a sudden, Odin is here and you're Loki. No explanation, and you're gone. I had to do this father shit by myself, Loki. Do you know how hard it is? When she would cry at night for you, screaming 'Mama' and I'm the only one around? Do you know how hard it was to manage her emotions when I don't even like managing my own? She remembered you, you know. She was suspicious when she was reintroduced to you as Uncle Loki and not mom. I had to protect her heart from what YOU did!" I was seething. I was seeing red, and then the elevator dinged. I wiped at the tears threatening to come out of my eyes, looking at the elevator, ready to destroy whoever was in it.

Fucking Peter.

"Oh, h-hi Mr. Stark, I…Is Nat here? I know she's s-still grounded but I—" I put my hand up, cutting him off.

"Go." I said sharply. Peter nodded, rushing off to Nat's room.

"Who's that boy and why is he going to Natasha's room?" Loki practically hissed.

"That's not the focal point of this conversation, Loki, you—"

"No! Stark, I did nothing! My FATHER swooped in and took me away from the both of you! I did not wish for any of that to happen! Do you think I wished to be dragged away from my family?! Do you think I wished to be imprisoned for falling in love and having a baby? A beautiful baby, Tony, and I can not even tell her who I really am! Don't you think that EATS ME UP?! Don't you think that very thought DESTROYS me, every single day?!"

For the first time, I was silent. I was gritting my teeth, chewing on my tongue because yes, I am pissed. But pissed isn't going to conceal the fact that even after fifteen years, I'm still in love. I don't do…love. Ask Pepper, she knows first hand that I, Tony Stark, do not do, "Love." "Nobody is stopping you from telling her who you are, Loki."

"I've lied to her… I have become, 'Uncle' Loki…she will never forgive me."

"She'll never forgive….us…it's not like I didn't know who you were…" I sighed, rubbing my temple. This was all too much. "How long are you here for?" I asked, sitting on the couch trying to wrap my mind around everything that was unfolding in my living room.

"Well…." Loki started, sheepishly, "I…Father took away my magic for the time being, until it is determined that I am of no threat to Midgard, our daughter has convinced him to let me….move…here…." My head whipped up so quickly I thought my neck would break. "I understand if you do not want me here, Stark, but our daughter does…just….please be discreet whenever you bring home any love interests." Loki spat out, I picked up a tinge of jealousy and smirked inwardly, then immediately frowned.

"What makes you think that's what I've been doing?"

"Are you telling me you have not had any sexual release at the hands of someone other than yourself for fifteen years?" I immediately turned beet red. Okay, he had caught me. Over the past fifteen years, I've had multiple meaningless situationships with different people. None of them have ever meant anything to me though, it's just filling a void that will honestly always be around without Loki. Don't get me wrong, my daughter is my world, but I ached for some kind of adult companionship, and Clint and Tasha Sr. being around all the time don't count and I count Cap as a senior citizen in my head.

"Loki…" I started, not realizing that I had no idea where I was going, so I decided to do what I do best. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling his body flush with mine.

"Stark, what are you doing? I'm not…I haven't, I've been imprisoned, I need a sh—" He always talked way too much, and I couldn't look into those eyes any longer without stealing a kiss first. There was so much passion and fire behind the kiss that it made my heart jump. At first, he resisted a little, then I felt a light nip on my bottom lip and I knew that this was right. I cupped his face, deepening the kiss, trying to not go too far but far enough to let him know that even though we had been separated, I was still crazy over him. When I pulled away, Loki was blushing and chewing on his lip.

"I'll show you where the master bathroom is…" I hummed out, grabbing his hand, interlacing our fingers. I honestly intended to stay way more mad than I did. I wanted to scream at him, to curse him, to throw him out, but when I saw how terrible he looked, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He's Natasha's mother and nobody is ever going to separate this family ever again.

"Tony…"

"Hm?"

"We need to tell her, before I get comfortable here… I cannot keep pretending to be her Uncle. She's a smart girl, she's going to figure it out at some point and I'd rather her hear it from us." Loki said, slightly gasping as he noticed the bathroom. "Looks like somebody has done some remodeling since I left." I cringed a little, I only did the remodeling to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't think about him.

"Yeah… and you're right. She does need to hear it from us. Tonight, at dinner. I promise." I placed a soft kiss on Loki's lips and left him to his shower. "If you need anything, you know how to get me here." Loki snorted, nodding.

I sighed, leaning against the door after closing it. What, a fucking day…and it's still not over yet. I need a drink, and a friend. Maybe I should call Banner and let him see what I'm working on in the lab, I thought to myself. Maybe.

About 45 minutes later, Loki had re-emerged from the bathroom, smelling like Lavender and a bath and body works candle, he looked so timid and frail I just wanted to wrap him up in bed and never let him go.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, standing up from the couch. Loki nodded a little, looking very comfortable in his plush white robe.

"I do not have any clothes…." He mumbled.

"Stay naked.." I responded quickly, cringing at my own….excitedness. Loki blinked, smirking a little but shook his head.

"I'd rather not add on to the list of children we have right now, Stark. I do believe it is time to eat though. I know Artemis is hungry as well as I, being on Asgard all day and not eating is very stressful." I nodded, looking at the clock, it was 5:45pm; probably a very logical time to eat in a normal household. "Did you stay up here the whole time and wait for me to get out of the shower?" Loki asked, I looked around a little, realizing that I hadn't made a move towards my lab once since Loki had come back. I nodded offhandedly, not really wanting to talk about it because at some point, I knew I'd be back in the lab obsessively.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"You cook?"

"Oh hell no!" I half-shrieked, "but I can sure as hell order out. Nat cooks most of the time, but I know she's really not in the mood too, if she isn't already sleep up there with Pete.." I stated, rolling my eyes a little. As much as I tried my hardest to keep those two away from each other, it never worked and it's partially my fault. I want her to focus on her studies, on graduating high school early, which her and Peter are on the path to, and getting into a great college and graduating from there early as well. I want the absolute best for my child, which is why I try to be the best, present parent that I can be. "oh and as far as clothes," I started off-handedly, "I have some pajamas upstairs in my top drawer." Loki nodded, heading off to cover his naked body. I couldn't help but stare as he walked away, those legs went on for days, and although he slightly towered over me, I loved it. I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"Friday, call in an order for Chipotle, the usual and double my order and Nat Jr's order." It's funny that I have to refer to my daughter as Nat Jr, because if I don't, Friday will send out an order for Nat Sr, it's happened before and I've never seen little Nat so angry. Nat Sr has a very plain chipotle order, even for me. I shivered at the thought of Tofu instead of steak, or chicken…not a life I want to live. While Loki was getting dressed, I decided to go check in on Nat and Peter. I knocked on the door and heard Peter whisper to come in. I walked in, seeing the cutest thing my eyes have ever witnessed, although it made me kind of sad. Nat was sound asleep on Peter's chest and he was running his fingers through her hair while he watched tv. It was so cute, I didn't even mind the fact that she was in her pajamas.

"I ordered chipotle. I got you and Tash the same thing…" I whispered, looking at how caring Peter was towards my daughter. Half of me….Half of Loki…she used to lay on me like that when she was a baby. Peter nodded, only taking his eyes off of her once.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"Any time, kid." I mumbled, walking out, closing the door. Normally, we had an open door policy, but underneath everything, I really did trust the kid. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. I sighed again and walked to my room, finding Loki under the blanket, dead to the world, and snoring. Wow, everybody is asleep except me. Maybe I should call Banner…..or….use this time to cuddle.

I chose to cuddle.

I slipped in bed quietly, trying to not wake the sleeping god, smiling internally when he moved closer, wrapping his limbs around me. I missed this; and before I knew it, I was out.

…..

"Tony? Tony…." I heard a voice try to break through my dream. I groaned, wrapping my arms around the body that was next to me. I don't really sleep, but this, this was the best sleep I had gotten in years. I can't say the whole fifteen years though because when Nat would go through her phases of needing daddy, we would sleep like two dead bricks. Now that she's older though, sleeping in my bed is rare.

"Stark?" I felt an uncomfortable pinch to my face. I grunted, sitting up.

"Whahuh?" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes furiously. Shit. How long was I out?! Where was I?!

"Your artificial intelligence has been saying that our dinner is here for eight minutes…" I nodded, rubbing my eyes, getting a good look at Loki, he looked disheveled, but well rested.

"I'll go get—"

"I answered the door already.." Loki mumbled, blushing. My eyes widened, Loki really wasn't one for pleasantries, so as far as answering doors and knowing what to do in Stark tower when he hadn't been around for so long was a shock. "It's so many rooms, I didn't know which one Artemis was in…" Oh, right. I started to get out of bed when I felt a hand grab mine. "Thank you…" I raised an eyebrow, smirking a little, but nodding anyway.

"You're welcome… Come on, I'll show you where Nat's room is." Loki nodded, getting out of bed as well.

"You know I think it's interesting that you call Artemis, Nat…" Loki pointed out as we walked down the hall.

"You do know that you named her right? I picked the middle name…" I mentioned, Loki was very certain about Natasha being her name. Something about how Nat Sr was so headstrong and he hoped Nat Jr would be like that as well, he had never spoke of it again though so I left it alone. Loki grumbled something under his breath but stopped once we reached Nat's room.

"Knock knock…" I said, knocking on Nat's door. This time, she answered.

"Hi, daddy!" She squeaked, looks like someone else was well rested as well. It's kind of funny because side by side, she looked exactly like Loki. Discheveled black hair, cute little pajamas, hazy green eyes…honestly, it looked like Loki created her in a lab. Very few times did I see myself in Natasha, appearance wise. She wasn't as pale as Loki, she also had my freckles and my ears and mouth. Other than that, all Loki.

"Food is here, I told Peter we ordered Chipotle. I know you wouldn't feel like cooking and you know I'm a fire hazard in the kitchen." She nodded, snorting.

"You're not mad that Peter is here?" She asked, whispering so Peter couldn't hear her.

"I can hear you, Nat." Peter chimed in from behind her. She blushed, chewing her lip.

"No, but somebody wants to meet him." I said, pulling Loki from behind me. I had never known him to be shy, so this was a little strange, even for me. Hm.

…

Dinner was awkward to say the least. Trying to explain to Peter who Loki was without sounding off any alarms in his mind was a battle. Loki kept giving the poor boy death glares and Natasha kept blushing every time he started to talk, which I still couldn't figure out why.

"Nat talks about you all the time, Mr. Loki…literally, all the time. It's so cute." He mumbled out the last part. Loki raised his eyebrow slightly, looking between Peter and Natasha.

"Really? I hadn't been aware that she loved me so much." Natasha almost choked on her fork full of a burrito bowl.

"That is a lie!" She shrieked, giggling a little. Right before I could chime in, Peter's phone rang.

"Hey Aunt May…I'm fine, 'm with Mr. Stark and Nat… Okay…Bye." Peter tapped his phone, putting it back in his pocket.

"You're going home?" Natasha asked, a twinge of pain in her voice. Peter nodded, standing up. "I-I'll walk you out…." She said in a hushed tone, silently asking to be dismissed from the table. Loki and I nodded, saying our goodbyes to Peter, well I said goodbye, Loki just waved his hand dismissively.

'You look just like him, Nat I swear..' I heard Peter whisper while walking past. Welp, someone else is catching on, so we need to tell her. When they were out of ear shot, I turned to Loki.

"She likes that boy?" Loki asked, I could see the anger behind his eyes. Okay, Loki, the overly over protective one; I always thought it was me, but at least I sort of..kind of gave Peter a chance. I sighed, no I didn't. "If he hurts her, I will destroy him and his entire family…"

"Loki, he's fifteen…."

"And I'm 1500…." Loki said in a very serious, scary tone. I pinched the bridge of my nose, not wanting to get into that at this very moment. I hadn't even finished my food, which I was determined to do because I hadn't really eaten in a few days, I had been stuck in the lab and also trying to keep an eye on my severely punished teenaged daughter.

"We have to tell her….tonight….so we don't start off on a bad note. The only problem is, she has your—"

"Temper." Loki said, cutting me off. I nodded in agreement. "I noticed it in Asgard…something else I noticed was her magic…"

"Her WHAT?!" I almost knocked my food off of the table, I didn't realize she was using magic, I didn't realize she was….I didn't notice! I know that she's a demi god, Odin explained that to me when she was born, but I didn't realize magic was part of the whole deal.

"Stark…she is, by definition and by blood, The Goddess of Mischief." Loki said directly. "She was going to come into it sooner or later, it just happened to be later than I." I sighed heavily, and guess what, that makes her a bit of a target the same way Peter is a target. Fuck. Maybe I should introduce her to The Avengers Initiative.

"We will tell her tonight, Tony. As a family." Loki hummed while grabbing my hand, kissing it. I nodded, still eating, but lost in my thoughts.

WHY WON'T THIS DAY END!

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