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WARNING: Apparently some readers don't read the warning and then complain that the story was too "graphic" or "traumatizing" because I didn't put a warning or something so here it is….some guys do a little copulating on a picnic. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
The god's normally sure and commanding voice faltered at the end. His eye closed with a flutter of long eyelashes, Tony was somewhat sure that it was a way to keep his last wall up. To not see if a sharp 'no way in hell' or an exaggerated freak out from Tony would occur.
Tony's mouth was dry; he kept staring ahead, as to see a future involving a small human being running around the house, with dark soft hair, and very familiar green eyes shining bright with glee as he ran away from a beautifully glowing Loki.
A child from afar screamed, "Daddy!" in such delight, that Tony had to remember that he was in a park occupied by families. He in a way felt that that name would be his or Loki's in the near future. If they had a child. A child which Loki wanted and from the tense in those broad shoulders and silence emulating from the god, he wanted his answer...now.
A child. A live symbol of their love for one another would join their small family that consisted of Jarvis, Dum-e and the Avengers. It would require their attention, kisses and hugs, constant buying of diapers and toys, the smell of baby powder and the fragility that was required when holding something, no someone so precious and small in your arms. It sounded terrifying.
He'd spend quite a bit of his life creating weapons and suddenly creating suits that served to protect, both actions made which only aided in forming enemies. Bringing a child into a world full of demented, evil doers was not wise. Then again Loki was once an evil doer of his own but his name had been clear, even a god as talented as he, could not withhold being mind controlled by the Chituri.
He and Loki knew there were enemies lurking about, planning and plotting their next attack. But why should that stop them from living their lives? Their relationship certainly had surpassed their expectations and safety concerns for one another.
But that was only due to their unique abilities in defending themselves. A few weeks old infant would not know how to roll his or her self; much less know how to fire a laser. Though it would be a sight to see. Should they really risk their child of living a life where danger could very well be hiding in his/her lunchbox?
Suddenly the image of having a child sitting with him in the workshop, tiny legs swinging back and forth very much in the manner Loki did when he wondered down the inner sanctum of Tony's. They would certainly be full of questions and Tony imagined himself answering them as best as could, refraining from adding a witty remark that he often did for his business partners and friends. He would take the time to hear his child,
so unlike the negligent father he had when he was young. He would try his utmost best in not making them feel ignored and unloved.
He'd lived that type of childhood for years. Now a stream of questions ran through his head. What if his father's habits had stuck? Was there even any good paternal qualities in him?
He thought of how screwed up he was and all the drinking and intensive therapy that had once been involved. That was his fear, screwing up. Though there was one beacon in this sea of doubt and fear, and that was Loki who seemed to have no other wish but to have a child of his own. Tony would notice how a warm smile would dance across the God of Mischief and Chaos face when a child would run by them, or how at Loki's bookstore, he would offer reading time as an activity that all children were welcomed. It was a large reading group, who all enjoyed the many voices he was capable of portraying. He was kind and gentle with them.
Never did Tony think of having children mainly due to the reason that he'd never met a person whom he would want to create a special type of bond so strong and full of love. But 7 months, 10 days 14 hours 29 minutes and 10 seconds ago he had, and Loki was waiting.
Tony had his answer and was about to deliver when the taller of the two abruptly was on his feet.
Tony noticed his aviators back on the fallen god's slightly crimson face. Long pale hands unceremoniously packed their belongings into their basket.
Tony finally came out of his stupor, why was Loki so furious! He hadn't even heard his answer yet!
"Wait! Loki stop-!
Loki whipped out a hand to silence him; Tony's heart almost broke at the harsh breathing coming from Loki. He was trying to compose himself to not reveal his true feelings.
Like he had just done a few minutes ago.
"Just let me answ-"
Loki in a deadly calm voice, "No. I do not want to hear you utter one single syllable right now. I understand you may be opposed to having a child with me, I who was once a villain and committed countless of despicable actions. But after what we learned of how my mind was manipulated and your own words that you loved me despite everything along with the reassurance you offered when the guilt I felt threaten to drown me. I foolishly expected you to be ecstatic of wanting to have children. I should not have assumed. But I want a child, Stark and if that is not what you want than you will just need to give me space to think and-"
Stark who had remained silent, his knuckles against his lips, finally exploded, "Yes!"
His arms searched to embrace to Loki's quaking shoulders but from their time being a couple he was well aware that was best to approach the god slowly and to respect his personal space to the extreme.
Loki turned from the opposite direction, his gaze had been on a baby boy attempting to walk on his tiny shaky feet, a pair of parents smiling and cooing at the sweet child. He wanted that so badly.
In a soft almost inaudible voice he uttered, "What? You honestly don't want-"
His rich voice broke before he wound his arms around his torso, the action made it seem as if it was the only thing keeping the god from falling apart.
He never finished his question, for Tony had stormed up from sitting on a blanket to striding in a few steps toward the god.
He framed Loki's warm face with his own calloused hands, slightly tightening his hold when Loki threatened to pull away.
"Leave me be-"
"Please just listen to me Loki...please don't push me away. Raven, look the thought of having a child scares the shit out of me."
Tony kept his slight frantic gaze on Loki's trying not to falter under the weight of the gaze, he imagined was entirely on him from behind those damn glasses.
Honesty. That was their rule. It had been from the very start when Loki blatantly asked him if he had any feelings for him. And Stark throwing aside any quick smartass remarks could only breathlessly say, "I love you."
Loki preferred straightforward answers while Stark enjoyed wordplay and confusing his opponent but this was serious. This was talking about expanding their little family.
Wetting his lips, the engineer started, "It's not like one of my toys where I can break it apart and fix it again. I'm honestly scared of screwing up. Of screwing this imaginary kid I have in my head up who I admit looks like a beautiful mix of us two. I never had a decent father figure to learn from, the only other person I know whom loves and accepts me is you. a beautiful prince who has this deep longing ache for children and I want to give you everything that makes you happy."
Loki wanted Tony to also want a child not just give into his desires and lack a backbone. He wanted a child but it wouldn't feel right raising a child with another person whom felt obligatory to take care of him/her.
He saw Loki raise an eyebrow at this and opened his mouth, Tony interrupted," You're not forcing me to change my life I understand, but you are improving it. I realize I may have kept you suspended on pins and needles there, while you waited but I thought of how despite my fears, I know you will be there by my side to help me when I feel like I'm flailing."
To this Loki could only listen, see the man he loved expose himself, his fears and insecurities. Tony Stark was not one to show his weaknesses, but this was a different matter.
Loki took a step closer, his long fingered hands closing themselves around each of Tony's hands who'd been preoccupied making gestures to go along with his words. The taller of two brought their joined hands toward his chest, just where his heart beat.
Tony's voice faltered for a second with intimate gesture. He felt more confident, seeing Loki less distant.
"I-I'm not perfect, 'kay? I may let the kid go bonkers and eat candy for lunch. Maybe even get him/her a junior power tool set before they turn 6. But I'm sure you will kill me before that happens."
He nudged the taller of the two with his shoulder. Loki managed a tiny smile at the idea and continued to hear his lover speak of his fears with such honesty.
"Just know that I will love him or her just as much as I already love you. Though maybe you more because well you bring more to the table...and not just in fun sexy times but you're intelligent and make me second guess myself and the fact that you always smell good sort of like cinnamon and trees-"
A finger to the lips ended his rambling. Behind those damn shades, Loki stared at him, steaks of wet trails on those pretty high cheekbones.
He sniffles softly, before whispering, "You are saying yes?"
The man said it with such hope, and slight exasperation. He wanted to make sure and Tony couldn't blame him. To be on the brink of having something so pure and wonderful would make anyone apprehensive of any further surprise obstacles waiting to occur
Tony wanted to put those fears and uncertainties to rest. The engineer carefully removed Armani sunglasses from the god's face before casting them aside. Hazel eyes and their irises streaked with hints of gold lingered on the wet stained face, taking in those red tinted eyes, to the firm set of his strong jaw and finally back to the hope and joy in those emerald gems that were Loki's eyes.
He wiped a stray tear from the God's long dark eyelashes, before whispering a firm "yes" against those slightly parted pink lips. He felt Loki exhale harshly before his arms were full of a joyous god.
A sound that could be considered a squeal but for the tough very menacing god, Stark would say it was a very manly yell of joy. Loki as he threw himself into a passionate kiss. His arms wounded around Tony's neck, his fists clutching the shirt tight in their grip. His mouth parted his voice husky and deeper from the whirlwind of emotions his heart had faced in the last hour.
He lightly shoved Tony before clenching the faded shirt in his hand to pull him back. His warm breath tickled Tony's face as he spoke, "Bastard. You enjoy drawing things out don't you?"
Tony laughter was muffled before giving himself entirely to the kiss, his hand on the small of Loki's back while the other cradled the cheek of his lover. He leaned his head back to stare into green eyes, "I'm serious Loki, about what I said. All of it, 'Kay Bambi."
The god could only nod jerkily. His arms continuing to embrace the warm body.
Tony guided Loki to lay down on the rumpled blanket, he thankful for the coverage so innocent children wouldn't see their less than pg 13 PDA on display. He paused for a second, instantly memorizing the sight of an elated Loki on the grass his chest heaving beneath a wrinkled tee, hair fanned out beneath him like an ebony halo and those eyes to full of life and happiness.
"Tony come be close to me. I need you."
Being needed that was something Tony always wanted but not in a way to get something for his sake but be another person a person with almost a similar personality like himself to depend upon. For Loki he would be there in less than a heartbeat.
"Coming Raven."
He crawled on his knees, before swinging one leg over each side of Loki, straddling the smiling man.
One hand cradling the God's head while his other stroked Loki's hip slowly before gripping the waist tight with one hand. Loki could only press himself as close as he could, his lips dancing across his lover's face. A peck to the lips, to the corner of his mouth, cheek and finally a wonderful spot beneath Tony's ear that made the man melt against him. Tony couldn't help but press himself closer to Loki, sensually rocking his hips against the moaning god. Loki threw his head back, stretching his long smooth neck for Tony to worship with his sinful lips and bites.
The dark haired man breathing hitched at a particularly sharp love bite, he winced. His eyes fluttered closed at Tony soothing the bite with his skillful tongue.
A calloused hand cupped the side of his face, its thumb close to Loki's parted lips. His glazed eyes shifted to the thumb caressing the bottom of his lip.
Tony was busy marking Loki extensively not that he minded, the God of Mischief smirked before enveloping his swollen red lips around Tony's thumb. He peppered a kiss to the digit before slowly sucking on it. It seemed to have attracted Tony as the inventor stopped in mid-scrape Loki's porcelain skin with his teeth.
He found the god intently staring at him under hooded eyes, their usual rich emerald, turned pitch black.
"Enjoying yourself there Kitten?"
"Very."
Loki continued his suggestive sucking on the digit, whining as it was dragged out with a loud pop.
His hair was tugged back by Tony, his face and Tony's only a breath apart.
"As much as I enjoy getting a head start on baby making, I would really prefer to make love to you in the comforts of our bed or couch or balcony. I don't like people seeing what's mine on full display. They might get jealous. Green with envy.
"Oh I'm yours, Stark?"
"From those gems you call eyes to that fine ass you bet you are and I, of course am yours."
Kisses became softer as oppose to their earlier frantic need to taste one another, not even caring for their unrestrained moans and clashing of teeth. They only felt the other. They laid there on the ground, continuing to breathe in the other.
Loki spread bodily over a relaxed Tony, tracing random patterns on his Tony's neck while snuggling closer to the engineer's chest.
"Your silence scared me Anthony. I felt like my heart had stopped."
Tony strained to see if there were any hurt expressions upon Loki's regal face, before ducking down to press a kiss against the god's forehead.
He sighed, "I was just surprised Lo but not because of you wanting to have children. Believe me I have seen you look at those little rugrats like they are the sweetest things on earth ever. I knew that one day you would want to be a father again. I just never thought you would pick me to be the other father of the child."
"You don't give yourself much credit, Anthony. I believe you would make a wonderful father."
I want to have a child with you. I do, I really do. But I'm scared that I won't live up to your expectations."
Tony carefully untangled a twig from Loki's ebony hair, before he felt a cool hand pressed against his cheek. He leaned against the touch.
Loki stroked the side of Tony's face reassuringly, "I have never really been a father, all my children were taken from me once they were born. Some before I even saw them open their eyes."
Tony heard the underlying sadness, pressing a tender kiss against the taller man's jaw. He twined their hands together giving Loki's a firm grip reassuring if he was alright.
A nod and a peck to his red lips confirmed his question.
They quietly packed the remaining things before hooking their arms, their destination was to return home. Their home.
They walked past giggling children making kissy faces at them before running off to play their game.
Loki smiled widely at the nudge Tony gave at his shoulder.
"You can bet your brother's hammer and Jarvis that that will not happen. Believe me honey once we have a kid, the term overprotective parents won't even begin to describe us."
Loki could only giggle. The sweetest form of laughter that was meant only for Tony to hear and make happen.
Once they reached their level, Tony was about to head to the kitchen to put their leftovers back in the fridge when a strong hand tugged him back by waist, he stared dazedly at their reflection from the wide screen television. A warm tongue lapping at a sharp nip caused by Loki had caused him to moan. A sound that seemed louder in the empty room.
A husky rough voice breathed, "When can we start?"
A/N
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