Chapter 6

"Do it and I’ll deny you relationships for six months. And believe six months is nothing to me but you and your libido." Loki turned away to mix dinner up a bit more.
The playboy scoffed and swiped another slice of carrot, though he wasn't sure why. But chewing it obnoxiously loud kept his mind busy.
"You know, I think I know what I wanna name our first kid. Let's call him Philip. I like the way it sounds, so fancy. Philip Stark…whatever your last name is." Tony wasn't about to risk saying the wrong surname, and to top it all off, pronouncing it wrong. He'd spent many a night on the couch for mispronouncing Laufeyson.
Loki mulled the name over in his head.
"Philip. I like it. Has a nice ring to it." Loki smiled. Philip Stark or Philip Laufeyson? Well technically it would have to be Lokison or Tonyson. Anthonyson maybe. No, Starkson could work better. Loki ran the names through his head and threw his hands in the air giving up.
"What's the matter Babe? Thinking too hard?" Tony chuckled and wrapped his arms around Loki's waist. "Philip works huh? What if it's a girl?" Though he liked the idea of a son better, Tony wasn't opposed to raising a girl. After all, who said girls couldn't grow up to be like Daddy?  
"A little girl? Bestla I think would be a lovely name. Or even Kali. How many would we even want to have? Or rather when do you think I’ll let you stop knocking me up?" Loki asked.
"Oh, if you're going to leave that up to me you'll be having kids for a long time." The brunette laughed at the thought and nuzzled his face into Loki's neck. "We'll have a dozen little blue-skinned kids running around, and they'll be amazing."
Loki turned towards Stark. A dozen children, Loki's looks and Stark's brain. Some Jotun blue with a piercing red eyes. Or olive tan skin like Tony's with big brown eyes calling them daddy and papa.
"See? I got you thinking about it too." Tony kissed Loki smoothly, pinning him against the counter. "Mmh, an' one of em we can name after me, and one of em can be named after you. I want at least one of the girls named Antonia." He spoke against the god's lips, his mind running wild. He could already hear the excited squeals and see the mess his kids would make; their children.
"Antonia would be a beautiful name for a girl. She can blow up that lab of yours with every new experiment." Loki teased slid away from Stark, knowing his sons were only in the other room.  
"Oh, low blow. But just so you know, I'm neither distracted from your lovely ass nor intimidated." The playboy crossed his arms defiantly. "Besides, I'll give her her own lab!" Tony huffed out his cheeks upset as he watched the god. No one else was ever able to silence Tony quite like Loki could.  
"At least wait until she is 12 to do so." Loki commented. He could only imagine what would happen if they had so many children. They would never be bored that's for damn sure. Little feet would be damn near constant. Loki turned to Tony with a smile before backing him into the fridge. "You should always fear me Anthony."
"Oooh, taking the lead huh? Hmm, and just why should I be so afraid? Because from my current position you look more sexy than threatening." Tony refrained from smirking, but his eyes laughed enough for him. He looked at the god before him, gaze fixed on Loki's green eyes.  
"Then perhaps a change of scenery." Loki said and suddenly they were on the roof standing rather close to the edge. Loki pulled Tony close dropping him back slightly. "This is only the beginning of what fear can do. Don't always fall for the beauty it's just as terrifying."
Tony instinctively grabbed at Loki's hands, and looked back at the drop behind him. His eyes widened before he returned his attention to Loki.
"You wouldn't." Or so he hoped. But then again, there was already one time when Loki had launched him through a window. The playboy held onto Loki's hands tightly, his arc reactor putting all its efforts into keeping Tony's heart from exploding out of sheer panic.
Loki could see the fear in Tony's eyes and brought him back up.
"I think throwing you off the roof once is more than enough, at least until I get eight months pregnant and blame you for how disgusting I look and feel." Loki brought them back inside to finish dinner.
The playboy took a deep breath of relief and waited until he could feel his legs again before going back to the kitchen. Right, that's why it took him so long to ask Loki out on a date. That memory, along with several others, was burned into his mind forever: the first time he'd dared confess to Loki how he felt. And this was back when he was still powerless, though clearly, not any less dangerous. He'd caught Loki star-gazing on the roof and professed everything there. A horrible idea, in retrospect, considering the then ex-god had still managed to dangle him from the roof.
"Are you thinking of that night again?" Loki asked. That night had been proceeded by a bad day. The sky was starless save for the moon in the sky. Loki had hated the city when he was forced back to it powerless and angry still.
The brunette looked at Loki then shrugged.
"Which night?" He grinned, seeing the glimmer of concern in Loki's eyes. He hated seeing it, because he knew that more often than not, it was because of something tragic the god was remembering. "The one where you gave a new meaning to name 'Silver Tongue'? Cause I remember that night so well." The playboy pretended to think about it, hoping to keep Loki from lapsing into another one of his darker moods. Sometimes the god would stay silent for days, just staring at the sky like a forgotten child.  
"Get the boys’ dinner's ready." Loki told him reaching in the cabinet for bowls to dish out the stew. Loki quickly set the table while Tony went to get his sons for dinner.
He wasn't sure if it had worked, but Tony knew better than to protest. He went over to Sleipnir and Fenrir, chuckling as they eagerly ran past him to get to the table.
"You two act like you never get fed!" Tony soon joined them, his gaze fixed on Loki, checking to make sure he was okay.  
Loki smiled briefly as his boys got to the table one trying to beat the other. They would be gone after dinner. Loki didn't want them to go but they couldn't stay.  
Tony watched quietly as Sleipnir and Fenrir gulfed down their food, both of them playing and shoving each other until the pie was served.
"Oh, none for me?" Tony looked at Loki, eyebrow raised when he didn't get a slice. "I'm hurt."
Loki handed Tony a slice. Really didn't trust the boys with sharp objects. They were boys meaning hormones and testosterone. Enough said there if you asked him.
The playboy grinned and helped himself to the pie, thoroughly impressed with the taste. It certainly topped the list of 'Most-Delicious-Things-He'd-Ever-Had', second only to Loki's lips.
"This is amazing."
Loki hummed eating his own small slice. He wasn't really hungry for it as he had been when he made it. Loki looked at his boys felt like they were being taken from him once again.
Something was bugging him and Tony could see it. Though at least this time it was obvious what was troubling Loki. He didn't want his sons to leave, probably some of the only people that actually cared for the god. And he couldn't blame Loki. Tony squeezed his lover's hand gently, and offered a small smile of comfort.
Loki felt Tony's hand take his giving him a slight squeeze. Dinner quickly came to an end. It hadn't been on purpose the boys had wolfed down their meals but they stayed at the table talking to their father and Tony. The three of them teaching him some of the Old Norse language.
He felt, and probably looked like a complete idiot. Not only could he not pronounce almost anything Fenrir and they were trying to teach him, but he was also embarrassing himself while trying. After getting his tongue tied Tony gave up and settled for knowing how to say 'beer'. A small start, but it was progress nonetheless.
"You know what? I'll learn it eventually. No hurry."
Fenrir pulled Tony into a bone crunching hug.
"Like Blue Heart. Love father."
Sleipnir said something along the same lines. Changing back to their original forms the boys nuzzled at their father in good bye. They were gone a moment after that. Loki stared at the starless sky.
He was going to be so sore later. Tony groaned as he popped his back and let out a relieved sigh.
"You know if all our kids are that strong, this could turn into a problem." Tony turned to Loki, noting the sad look in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the god, holding him close against his chest. "Hey, they're not gone forever. You can bring them back whenever you want. Or we can go see them."
Loki hummed softly staying there for a few minutes before sliding out of Tony's arms and going back inside. Loki banished the dishes to the sink.
Tony stretched and went back inside, a small grin tugging his lips. "Well, I survived meeting your kids with my head on my shoulders. Do I get anything for good behavior?" He smiled slyly, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Sleep." Loki really wanted to sleep. Really he wanted to disappear and not be found for good long while. Loki just wanted to hide and be left to his own till he could sort himself out again.
"Then let's sleep." Tony picked Loki up in his arms and carried the god back to the room, grinning as they both fell on the bed. "How about I make pancakes in the morning? I'll even bring em to you on a tray."
Loki curled into Tony's side. "Pancakes sound good." Loki likes pancakes, especially ones with chocolate chips in them.
"Pancakes it is then." Tony smiled and kissed Loki's temple. He watched the god fall asleep in his arms, and stayed awake for a good while just thinking.
“What did I do to deserve you...?" The brunette pulled the blankets over them both, and eventually fell asleep.  
Loki slept without dreaming curled into Tony's side enjoying his warmth. What did he do to get such a man to love him through everything?
Something very annoying woke him. Tony withheld a groan, not wanting to leave the warmth of his bed.
"Sir." JARVIS spoke just loud enough to wake Tony, and didn't stop until the brunette finally replied.
"What?"
"Director Fury is here."
Loki, half-awake from Jarvis loud talking, removed himself from Tony and burrowed into the covers. "Have fun."
Tony groaned dramatically and peeled himself out of bed. The playboy didn't even bother to brush back his hair as he walked into his living room, not at all surprised to find Fury there.
"All right, what did I do?"
"You're not in trouble Stark, at least not right now." Fury pulled out a tablet and pulled up an image. "I don't think I need to explain what's going on or what you need to do."
Loki tried to go back to sleep once more but had no luck in the matter. Maybe he'd get started on breakfast making eggs and bacon while Tony made the pancakes he promised.  
"I guess it can't wait until after breakfast, can it?"
"Get ready, now. I expect you at the site in no less than thirty minutes." Fury scowled at Tony then turned his gaze on Loki before leaving.
"Hooray. Work." Tony groaned and ran his hands over his face, nearly jumping when he saw Loki behind him. "Darling!" He grinned and tried to put together his words carefully. "Listen umm...."
"How much trouble did you get into this time?" That was the only real reason Fury ever showed up. He learned very quickly what Loki was still capable of even without his powers and now gave him a great deal of space. Falling off a roof top again wasn't on the man's list. Loki put the eggs back in the fridge and went for the orange juice.
"Actually I didn't do anything this time." Why did everyone automatically assume it was his fault? Even he did, and it was kind of depressing. Tony pressed his hands together for a moment before answering. "There's a bit of an attack downtown, so I'll be a little late making pancakes." Tony quickly went over to put his suit on. "JARVIS, remind me to make pancakes when I get back."
"Of course Sir."
Loki waited until Tony had flown off before drinking the rest of his orange juice. Finding his own armor Loki dressed and transported himself to the attack area staying out of sight until he thought he would need them.