A/N: Sorry this chapter is a tad late, but I did it! :) Hopefully, my Valentine's Day special will be more on time. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And I don't own the Avengers, Loki, or Nutella
It was January 2nd, and Loki had yet to immerge from his chambers in Stark Tower. JARVIS continued to assure Thor that the God of Mischief was still alive, though he hadn't moved since he passed out on his floor a day earlier. It was around lunch time when a certain goddess showed up at the main entrance. Thor happened to be the one to let her in.
"Hela! Whatever brought you here?" the Thunder God inquired wearily.
"Where is my…father?" she asked with a slight glare.
"He is in his chambers at the moment. " Thor was slightly surprised when Hela shoved him aside and entered their living quarters.
"Step aside, Son of Odin," she said as she did so. The Thunderer seemed almost at a loss for words.
"JARVIS, is my brother awake yet?"
"It appears that Mr. Laufeyson is still incapacitated," the AI responded wearily.
"Odin, help us…" Thor said under his breath as he hurried to tell the Avengers of his niece's arrival. The Goddess of Death quickly located Loki's room and rather loudly barged in. In the other room, Tony groaned as he heard a loud crash and a surprised shriek. The God of Mischief was quite caught off guard when his daughter literally threw him out of his room. He grimaced as he ungracefully collided with the floor in the hallway.
"Hello to you too, Hela…" the Trickster mumbled under his breath as he tried to fight through the hangover induced nausea.
"When in Hel were you ever going to tell us the truth, Laufeyson?!" she asked vehemently. Loki attempted to stand, but Hela pinned him down with her foot.
"It is good to see you too, my daughter,'' he bit sarcastically. He grimaced as the goddess pushed down harder.
"Were you just planning on keeping the fact that I am the daughter of Laufey's son? That I have no Asgardian blood?" Loki thought a moment before answering.
"It came a shock to me as well, and I have been very busy as of late-,"
"Busy doing what? Pulling menial pranks on 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes'?"
"My pranks are not menial! And I have been busy keeping the universe in balance with my…chaotic ways," Loki said as smoothly as he could muster in his hung-over state. Hela leaned in close to his face.
"You will regret keeping this a secret, oh, and Sleipnir wasn't very happy either," she snapped before teleporting back to Hel. Loki put his hands on his face in an attempt to clear his head.
"What the hell was that about?" Tony quipped as he and the rest of the Avengers stood over the God of Mischief.
"I don't suppose you would be interested in meeting my children…"
"How many are coming, Loki?" Thor asked worriedly.
"All of them…"
"Wait, you have kids?!" Natasha and Clint asked at the same time.
"I wouldn't exactly call them 'kids'," the God of Thunder said nervously. Not two moments had passed until there was a flash of light on the balcony and a very loud whinny sounded throughout Stark Tower.
"Sleipnir!" Loki whispered almost excitedly as he managed to stand and unsteadily run to the balcony.
"Sir, there appears to be an eight-legged horse on the balcony," JARVIS said with as much disbelief as an AI could muster. Tony let loose a long chain of profanities as he chased after the Trickster. The god was already outside on the large balcony attempting to calm his eldest son. Sleipnir let out a loud whinny and shifted uneasily. Loki gently placed his hand on his muzzle and spoke calming words in an ancient language.
"What the actual fuck is that thing?!" Tony yelled in shock.
"Sleipnir is not a thing! He is my son," Loki said with a sneer. Unfortunately, Thor chose this moment to be…himself.
"Sleipy it is truly great to see you! How fair things in Asgard?" The horse neighed quietly and stomped his first three legs.
"I told you not to call him that, Thor!" the God of Mischief quipped.
"Aw, is Mommy getting a bit overprotective," the God of Thunder said as he patted Sleipnir's side. Loki grumbled something inaudible and punched Thor with such force that Thor fell off the side of the balcony to the busy streets bellow.
"Oh my god!" Bruce shouted worriedly.
"'Mommy'?" Clint and Tony asked in unison.
"Called it," Natasha said as she peered over the edge.
"Why would you do that?!" Steve yelled. Loki rolled his eyes and continued to pat his son reassuringly. A few moments later the God of Thunder landed next to Natasha after having flown back from the ground.
"Is anyone going to explain why Loki is calling this horse his son?" Tony asked loudly.
"I'm sure you can use your 'Google' to answer all of your menial questions, Mr. Stark," the God of Mischief said, never taking his eyes off of Sleipnir. His son gave an angry whiney and nudged Loki in the shoulder.
"What is he saying, Brother?" Thor asked in a cheerful tone.
"He isn't too fond of me being a frost giant, but he accepts it. Oh, and he wants sugar." The Trickster laughed as Sleipnir eagerly ate up the cubes of sugar that had magically appeared in his hand. Loki gave his son one last pat then sent him on his way. The god ignored everyone's questioning looks and slowly walked to the kitchen where he attained a container of Nutella. Thor nervously walked over to his brother.
"Loki, when you said all of your children, did you mean all of them?"
"I believe so. …Odin's beard!" Loki almost shouted before teleporting out of Stark Tower. The Avengers exchanged various looks.
"Should I even ask?" Steve inquired, raising his eyebrows. Thor sighed then chuckled.
"His other children are bigger than this mighty tower; if they were to come here we would be in grave trouble," the Thunderer said and laughed again.
"Your brother is weird," Tony said as he picked up the Nutella that Loki had dropped in his haste and began to eat it.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, and feedback is always lovely! Stay awesome out there!