((Yeah, sorry about the formatting issue last chapter~ But, I think it's all sorted now, so, enjoy~))
After a swift walk down the hallway, Tony slipped through the door back into his room, and couldn't help but smile like a fool at what he saw.
Loki, still in his Ultimate Smurf form, was tangled in the steely grey covers, hugging the sheet close to his chest. The god looked so innocent. It was beautiful, really, especially with the fresh morning sun shining through the large window, making the frost giant's skin glow.
Quietly, Tony snuck across the room and sat himself on the other side of the bed, leaning over Loki. He leant his weight on his left hand, and brought his right up to stroke away the stray strands of hair away from the trickster's face. "Loki, babe." He whispered through his smile. The god stirred under him, fidgeted a little, and mumbled something nonsensical thorough his sleep. "Hey, Rudolph." He jabbed the god in the shoulder with two fingers. He knew such a gesture could end with him losing his fingers, or something more important and sensitive, but with Loki being all weak and limp, he hoped he would be safe. Loki had certainly mellowed since moving into the tower. Now the only person he ever lashed out at was Thor, and that was never going to stop, really.
Tony tried again, poking the god's shoulder a little harder. "Loki, c'mon." He put on his most annoyingly whiny voice, and instantly the god's eyes flitted open, landing straight on Tony.
"And what do you want?" He hissed. It was clear to Stark that he was trying to sound all calm and confident like always, but he was still tired and you could hear it in his voice, deep down.
"Just making sure you're still alive." Tony smiled sweetly, tilting his head to one side for extra effect. He leant down and gently kissed the cool blue forehead. He would have gone for Loki's lips, but after what he heard the god doing that morning, he thought he should give them a wide berth for now. "Because," he continued, leaning back to let Loki sit himself up "I, uh, spoke to your brother."
Loki rested himself against the headboard. His expression had softened considerably, and he almost looked worried. "What did you talk to him about?"
"Well, you... Throwing up earlier." Tony shrugged, and span himself round to face where the god of mischief now sat.
"Yes. Anthony, I need to talk to you about that." Loki looked Tony straight in the eyes. It was a hard glare, and one that Stark hadn't been subjected to in a long while. It made him panic a little, but he tried his best to cover it up with a crooked smile and questionable humor.
"Right, if you're dying, I'm telling you now I'm selling all your books." Loki laughed softly at Tony's usual humour, breaking the heavy atmosphere that had come over them. His red eyes fell down his own arm and came to rest on Tony's hand. He stared at it carefully as he reached out and slid his own icy blue fingers between Anthony's.
"Did Thor tell you that I could be dying?" He raised a slender eyebrow. Tony nodded.
The billionaire shrugged, trying to come across as though it didn't bother him so much. "But then he said you might just be ill."
Loki took a deep breath and flicked away a strand of hair that was fighting to get into his eye. He clutched Tony's hand tight, wrapping both his hands over the mortal's soft, tan skin.
"I am not ill, nor am I dying." He allowed a soft smile to escape onto his lips, though, it grew wider for a split second when he saw Tony visibly relax; the engineer slouched back and let out a loud burst of laughter.
"Oh, crap. That's good. That's great! Thank god!" Without warning, the mortal sprang forward and engulfed the taller man in a tight hug. "Wait! So why were you chucking up so bad this morning?" He grabbed Loki by the shoulders and pushed him away, just when the god was getting comfortable with the embrace.
Loki pursed his lips. "Yes. About that." Loki averted his gaze with a sheepish smile. Tony didn't have to say anything. He glared at the god, urging him to spill whatever beans he was holding on to. "I... I fear that I could... Possibly..." Loki's usual confidence had apparently taken a holiday, and his words slowly faded out into silence. He stared down into his lap.
Tony reached out with his free hand and gently tilted the god's head back up. "Come on," he smiled, "if you're not dying, what could be that bad?"
"I am carrying your child, Anthony."
The silence that followed Loki's confession went on for far too long, considering Tony Stark was in the room, and Loki had to check that the man was in fact still breathing. The mortal had frozen, his amber eyes glued to a spot on the wall just past Loki's head, a wide grin frozen on his lips. The god took a deep breath and conjured up all the magic he could, just about managing to regain his human form. Unfortunately, with the form came the full Asgardian get up. It was quite a change from the simple underwear he had been in, not to mention heavier, but it would have to do. "Anthony?" He waved a pale hand in front of Stark's face. Nothing. He poked the man in the cheek. Still nothing. With a sigh, he brought his hand up to Tony's face quickly and slapped him. There we go. Tony coughed in surprise and slowly juddered back to life and he finally met Loki's eyes. He didn't even comment on the god's newly human appearance.
"You're what now?! No! That's not possible! You're totally shitting me right now!" Loki rolled his eyes.
"It is possible, Anthony, I told you as much that first night!" The god threw himself from the bed to stand. "Did I not tell you I have several children already?" Tony seriously had to delve into his sleep and caffeine deprived brain for that one. Come to think of it, Loki had probably said something about kids. In fact, now he was thinking about it properly, Tony could just about recall being told something along the same lines by Thor, although it had come across more like a warning. The way Mr God of Thunder saw it, anyone who defiled his brother, no matter how good a friend they were, was in the bad books, and getting him pregnant was a big deal for him. It was around then Tony had just stopped listening, figuring that Thor was just messing around with the whole 'pregnancy' thing.
Okay, so that was a real thing. Loki could get pregnant. Next question.
"Are you totally, one hundred percent positive about this?" Tony pushed himself up from the bed. He realised then that he was still in his underwear. He found a pair of trousers on the floor, just poking out from under the bed. He grabbed them, slid into them and joined Loki around the other side of the bed. "Because, I can have Jarvis run tests, to make sure."
"Save your tests, Anthony. I am quite sure. I've done this before, remember?"
"Then why did Thor think you could be dying if you've done this before?"
The god rolled his eyes, mostly at his brother. "He has never seen what happens to me behind closed doors when this happens. As far as he is concerned, I carry on as normal."
Stark took a moment to process the new information. He could understand Thor thinking like that. "You're sure you're sure?"
"Yes." The god reached out and pulled Tony closer by the shoulders, looking him square in the eyes. "If it will put your mind at rest, then carry out all the tests you want, but I assure you I am not mistaken, and I would not lie about such a thing."
"Says the liesmith." Tony arched a single eyebrow. "I'll run some tests later, okay? But, shouldn't we take you to a hospital or something?" Tony realised the problem with that idea as soon as he had voiced it.
"I doubt they would be prepared for this."
"Then what?"
"They will be much better prepared for this on Asgard. Besides, it's about time you met my parents, considering what you've done to me."
Tony ignored the insult potential of Loki's last comment as it all began to sink in. "So... I'm gonna be a dad, huh?"
Loki pulled him close. "Indeed. God help the child."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Tony growled into the god's chest.
"Between you as a father and Thor as an uncle, I dread for this child's safety."
Tony shoved himself away from Loki's chest, giving the trickster his most painfully unimpressed look. Then, in a split second, it lifted into a look of playful curiosity.
"Wait, so are you gonna get fat and hormonal?"
He should have seen it coming when Loki smacked around the head. Hard.