Once they were outside the palace walls, the boys took off at lightning speed across the pastures, enjoying the freedom and fresh air. Tony and Loki settled under a tree, the mortal leaning into his god. He played with a piece of ebony hair that had fallen over his shoulder.

"Loki, are you happy?" Tony looked up at the god as Loki gazed back down at him .

"I have never been happier in my entire life. I am surrounded by my loved ones; my children are adjusting and thriving, my lover by my side. What more could I ask for?"

Tony looked back out over the field at Loki's children, watching them run free and interact with each other like they had never able to before. Loki ran his fingers through Tony's short unruly locks, causing the mortal to relax even further into him. "I just want to give you everything."

Loki titled Tony's head back and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. "You already have." His bright green eyes soft with the love for his mortal "And you, Anthony? What of your happiness?"

"I'm good, never doubt that, babe." Tony ran his finger over Loki's lips. "Although, I'm ready to go home whenever you are."

Loki chuckled and kissed the fingertips as the play across his lips. "You miss your playroom?"

Hey—yeah. And it's a workshop dearest, not a playroom."

"If you say so, love. Let us wait until Thor returns, then we shall leave after the celebration."

"I can deal with that." They sat in peaceful silence. Tony looked out over the field again just in time to see Fenrir and Slepnir tackle Jormungandr to the ground. The wolf went low as the steed went high. The serpent let out a breathy laugh as he wrestled with his brothers. Grinning widely, "I really love your kids."

"Do you?"

Tony turned his head up at the sound of disbelief in Loki's voice. "Yes, Lok's. I do. Why wouldn't I? They are a part of you and besides that they are pretty freaking awesome." The god's eyes filled with tears. Tony turned around completely and held Loki's face in his hands. "Hey, what's the matter? Is it really that hard to believe? Loki, what kind of partner would I be if I didn't accept your kids as my own?" His bottom lip began to tremble. "Oh God, are you about to ugly cry on me?"

Loki let out a mixture of a sob and a laugh. "You—everyone has always seen them as—"he couldn't continue.

Tony wiped the pads of his thumbs under bright green eyes as the water works began. "They are not monsters, and those peoples are fucking idiots. Look at them. They are just boys, doing boy things. Even when they didn't have two legs to stand on, they acted the same way. They are children, your children and I do love them. How can you doubt that, after all this time?"

Tony pulled Loki into a tight embrace. The god fisted his hands in the back of Tony's shirt. "You have done in a matter of years, what no being has in millennia. You have tamed me, broken me with your words, your actions, your love and understanding. Your acceptance of me and my children, as we are. I am so completely yours, Anthony, whole heartedly. One unkind deed would devastated and destroy me. Please, please don't ever hurt me. I am too weak when it comes to you."

Holy shit. Tony pulled back, concern flashed in his eyes. He had never seen Loki like this. This was new and frightening. "Babe, where did that come from? I would never hurt you, ever. You're kind of scaring me here."

"My apologizes, Anthony. I am just that vulnerable when it comes to my feelings for you." Loki waved his hand dismissively. "Too many emotions floating to the surface at once. I am unable to deal with them rationally; they have been buried for so long. You have undone so much damage to my emotional wellbeing. "

Tony brushed Loki's hair back from his face and raised his brows. "So, you're ok?"

The god took a deep breath. "Yes, yes I am fine. Better than I have been in a very, very long time." He smiled sheepishly as he tried to compose himself.

"Good. Remind me to never have one of those 'emotional breakthroughs'. We would be here for months." Tony shuddered at the thought of being in the fetal position sniveling like a baby. He had gone through enough of that when he thought Loki was dead.

They turned towards the sound of Fenrir calling for them. The god stood and turned when Tony did not follow. "You are not coming?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna hang back here for a bit. Maybe ambush you guys later. Go have fun. Do that fatherly bonding stuff." Tony smiled.

They played for hours. The boy ganged up against their father trying to take him down, every attempt failing miserably. Tony laughed hysterically as Fenrir latched onto one leg, Slepnir clung to his shoulders and upper back, while Jormungandr tried to tackle him around the middle. Loki merely shifted his weight to keep his balance.

Finally Tony decided to join in all the fun. "You guys are doing it all wrong. If you want to take him down, all you have to do is this." The engineer bent down to Fenrir. "You're gonna want to pull hard in just a second."

"Anth—"Loki started but was cut off quickly as Tony stepped behind him and kneed him in the back of the knee. Loki's leg buckled, Fenrir pulled so the other gave way too as they all landed in a laughing heap on the ground with Tony standing over them grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Loki chuckled but glared at his beloved. "That was a cheap shot."

"Yeah it was, but it worked." He rocked back on his heels.

"Your turn." Loki grinned mischievously, his eyes full of mirth. "Boys?"

"Oh shi—" Tony turned tail and ran as fast as he could knowing that his efforts were futile and that he would soon be tackled to the ground. Loki's brood hot on his heels. He didn't get far before Jormungandr leapt on him first, quickly followed by the other two. All four rolled along the meadow floor. Loki grimaced at the sound of impact, knowing they would never truly hurt Tony, which is why they all tackled him at once. Tony was dazed, but he never hit the ground. The three boys cocooned themselves around him to protect the mortal from the fall. Not to say he still wasn't jarred, he definitely felt it.

Loki stood and walked over the crash site. They were a tangle of limbs and laughter. "My love, are you damaged?'

"No more so than I was before." Tony attempted to sit up. "Where the hell did you come from Speed Racer?" He picked a twig out of Jormungandr's hair, and then ruffled Fenrir's. "I figured this one would have got me first."

The serpent shrugged. "I have always been quick." Standing he offered Tony a hand, which he graciously took. Once everyone was up right, the boys took off again. Tony hobbled back towards the tree.

"Anthony you are limping."

Tony waved it off. "I'm fine, just gotta walk it out."

"Stand still." Loki's hands moved to unfasten Tony's pants.

"Babe, what are you doing?" He said in a hushed tone. "Not in front of the kids."

"Quiet. This will only take a moment." Loki pulled the side of Tony's pants down far enough to expose his hip. Sliding his slim fingers against the flesh and gently pressing inward, healing magic thrummed into the offending injury.

Tony hummed in the back of his throat. He didn't know if it was from the warmth spreading over his hip or the god's close proximity. "Down and a little to the left if you will."

The god looked scandalized. "Not in front of the children, Anthony."

"Admit it; you just wanted to stick your hand down my pants."

Loki fiend indifference. "Not so, it is more effective in healing the wound by laying hands on it than through a layer of fabric." Tony's brows shot up calling bullshit. Loki cracked a small smile. "I just wanted to put my hand down your pants." He gave his lovers hip a gently squeeze.

"You know, all you had to do was ask." Tony reached one arm behind the god's neck closing the distance and trapping Loki's hand between them.

"Ahem. Sorry to interrupt."

Sigh…Rogers.

"Perfect timing Cap. You saved me from this shameful villain trying to cop a feel." A spark of magic zapped his side. "Ow!"

"Villain? Ha, hardly. You are no fair maiden Mr. Stark and would give it up at the drop of a hat." Loki said haughtily.

"Ah, you know me too well. Only for you babe and I mean that." Loki rolled his eyes. "So what brings you two out to barge in on our little play date?"

Steve and Sif had gone out together in search of them. Loki observed the pair as they approached. They walked closely together, side by side as equals, with enough space between them to show respect, but close enough to be intimate.

Sif's appearance was softer than usual. Half of her hair was pinned back while the rest cascaded over her shoulders. Her hips had a slight sway to them. The most noticeable change was that her armor was missing, making her all seductive curves. Something she never cared to accentuate before.

Steve; well, Steve was Steve. All American poster boy of the 1940s, 100% gentleman and boyish charm. Loki slid his gaze to his lover to see if he had picked up the subtleties. A miniscule smirk graced his lips. He caught it.

"The Queen wished to speak with you. All of you." Sif Spoke. Her eyes narrowed as they landed on Loki, seeing the light dancing in his eyes, lips trying not to stretch into a smile. "What?"

"I have said nothing."

Sif lifted her chin. "And you needn't. I know you, Trickster. You are up to something."

Loki widened his eyes innocently and spread out his arms. "What have I done now to warrant such unjust accusations?"

"You're lips are moving."

"Only to defend myself against your wild allegations." Placing his hand over his heart, "You wound me, Sif."

She gave a bark of laughter. "That will be the day, Loki Odinson."

The two mortals looked on in amusement. Although, Steve was slightly on the confused side. Tony let a small snicker slip.

Sif whirled on him. "And you, little mortal, are no better than he. I know your game, Man of Iron." Tony also fiend wide eyed innocence. Sif let out a very un-ladylike snort. Looking between Loki and Tony, "You two are perfectly matched. May the Norn's have mercy on us all."

Sif's eyes briefly landed on Steve and she flushed furiously. Returning her glare to the bonded couple staring them down, then headed back towards the palace grounds.

"Lady Sif." She stopped and threw a hard stare over her shoulder. Loki inclined his head and donned an expression of concern. "Are you well? You appear to be quite flush."

Sif marched back up to Loki and punched him square in the shoulder, turning to Tony and pushing him in the face. The warrior goddess turned again. "Do not keep your Queen waiting, Loki."

"Who was that, Father?" Fenrir queried as the boys came to join them, watching the goddess make her way across the pasture.

"My son, that is a force to be reckoned with."

"She's pretty."

"She's nuts, kid." Tony chimed in. "Steve, you sure you wanna put yourself out there for that? You don't ever want to stick your di—"

"Anthony!"

"Tony!" Steve was beet red. He hurried off after Sif but not before mumbling, "You did and look how that turned out."

"I resemble that." Tony called.

"You sure do, Tony."

Loki leveled a slightly amused look at him. "What? Too much?"

The god shook his head. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

AN: More fluff and feels. Eh, what can I say, I was feeling mushy. If you didn't get that last statement that Tony made towards Steve, he was alluding to, ahem, "you don't ever want stick your dick in crazy." And vice versa. True story. It's always a bad look, but I digress. Please leave comments, concerns, love, hate, indifference. Come at me Bro! Besitos!